Wang Zan, Wang Xiaobei and Professor Zhao and his team started from the left passage and headed towards the depths of the tomb.

Cao Yang, Maoshan disciples and Professor Zhao's students entered from the other side.

The two sides divided into two groups. Not long after, Wen Shaobao came to the place they discussed before, and also faced a small problem, which side should they go to the left and right.

Wen Shaobao just hesitated for a moment and walked to the side where Cao Yang and the others were.

On the side of Wang Zan and the others, after walking along the passage for only a while, a tomb chamber began to appear. As Professor Zhao said, the tomb chambers here were full of burial items, basically some clay pots, ironware and other utensils. Although the style is very ancient, the preserved ones are relatively complete.

Professor Zhao held his eyes in surprise, shook his flashlight on the funeral objects on the ground, and said with a shaking head: "It's so unbelievable, it's simply unimaginable. This is a real oracle bone inscription. So far, we have only found a few oracle bones from the Yin deficiency period across the country, but this one is simply too many and too comprehensive. If it is disclosed outside, it will definitely be a discovery that shocked the whole world..."

The place where Professor Zhao saw was a large stone platform, with eight oracle bones placed on it, each of which was carved with dense and complicated words. It can be easily seen from Professor Zhao's knowledge that all of these eight oracle bones are added together, which must be a coherent document.

"What time is it?" Wang Zan turned his head and asked Wang Xiaobei.

Professor Zhao was full of excitement about these discoveries because he specialized in archaeology and historical research. This was like a gambler entering the gambling file. He had no other emotions except excitement.

Wang Zan and Wang Xiaobei must be indifferent to this. For them, these things are at most antiques, and there is no concept of anything except what is valuable. They are really not bragging. These are definitely two people who have no feelings for money.

It may be a bit boring to say that 100 million is a small goal, but to put it simply, Wang Xiaobei and Wang Zan really responded to what Ma Dad said. I don’t have much feelings about money.

What they were worried about now was that it was time for the ghost handprints on Wang Xiaobei to cause trouble again, and what should we do if the matter was in this ancient tomb?

"Just after nine o'clock..."

Wang Zan frowned, thought for a while and said, "Wait for a while, if there is trouble on your side at around 10 o'clock, we have to retreat out. Be careful yourself and tell me if you have any reactions, do you know?"

"I'm more anxious than you, don't worry," Wang Xiaobei nodded and said.

Professor Zhao took the camera and started taking pictures, and used a marker to leave marks on the ground. After walking out of the tomb, they began to walk down and then.

At the same time, on the other end, Cao Yang and his men were walking in front of the cemetery passage. They did not find any tomb chamber, just a small path winding like intestines.

"Swish" At this time, when Cao Yang's assistant was walking in the front, he suddenly paused and shook it with the flashlight a few times. Cao Yang asked, "What's wrong? What did you find?"

"You didn't hear anything? It was like a bug crawling."

"No, have you heard it wrong? Apart from our steps, it's just a vent of breath. This place is too empty. If there is any other sound, you will definitely hear it all at once..."

The Maoshan disciple said "um" and thought that he might have heard it badly, but at this moment, the student of Professor Zhao who was following them suddenly screamed: "Damn, what's the matter?"

"Pa" The man reached out and slapped his neck suddenly. He always felt that the place was a little itchy.

"What's wrong with you?" Cao Yang asked with a frown.

"I don't know, there seemed to be something just now. I got in from under my pants, climbed up along my pants, and finally climbed onto my neck..." "Swish, swish"

Cao Yang and Maoshan disciples immediately shone the flashlight and landed on each other's body. Under the light, the Maoshan disciples frowned and said, "Don't move, don't move if you move."

Professor Zhao's student was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"

On the ground of this man's head, a bug about the size of two thumb covers was drilling out of the hair on his head. Maybe his hair was thicker, so the bug didn't notice it when it crawled, and it was not realized until the bug climbed onto his forehead.

"It's a corpse!" Cao Yang said cautiously immediately.

All of them held their breath. They also heard the introduction of the corpse ash when Wang Zan called Wang Tianyang. This insect was nourished by the yin energy that parasitizes in the corpse, so that it would not penetrate into the human body like a corpse and eat the internal organs. However, the corpse poison on the corpse is very heavy. If it bites on the human body, the consequences will be unimaginable.

What they didn't expect was that not long after they entered the ancient tomb, they actually encountered a corpse turtle, and someone even got involved.

"Gudu" Professor Zhao's students were so scared that they were lost. They held their breath and did not dare to vomit. He glanced up slightly and saw a black spot on his forehead.

Cao Yang whispered to the disciple next to him: "Come on, you Maoshan is more suitable for this aspect."

The Maoshan disciple nodded, took out a piece of talisman paper from his body, then bit his fingertips and quickly wrote a spell on the paper, pinching and handing it to the other party's head with two fingers, and said at the same time: "Don't move around, it is lying on your head now without any reaction. My talisman paper will be lit immediately. The burning of the paper is full of yang energy, which should be smoked off the insect. After you understand, blink without saying a word."

Professor Zhao's student blinked twice, and at the same time, the talisman paper had been handed to the bridge of his nose. The talisman paper instantly caught a "pop" and a cluster of fire directly burned to the other party's head.

The corpse ash on the other party's head was as if it was contaminated with yang energy, and it fell off his head at once. At the same time, the Maoshan disciple reacted very quickly. He pinched the Tianmu Sword in his left hand and nailed it to the corpse ash.

"Hu..." Professor Zhao's students and Cao Yang both breathed a sigh of relief. This little thrilling thing made them all a little thrilling.

But at this time, the Maoshan disciples were completely confused and their eyes were straightened.
Chapter completed!