Zhao Zhijing looked embarrassed: "Please be the little prince atones for his sins. I am so rude and knowledgeable. I really can't tell the time of the formation of this ancient tomb."

"Is that true?"

Wang Baobao glanced at Zhao Zhijing thoughtfully.

Then, he waved his hand and said:

"We should respect the grief of the Han Khan, not disturb them.

My warriors, please remember our purpose.

We are the descendants of wolf!

This time I came to this withered land to welcome the spouse of a Han wolf king back to our Great Mongolia!

Instead of eating some rotten meat from the ancients!”

"Roar!!!"

Wang Baobao's words resonated with many warriors.

Amid their warm cheers, Wang Baobao turned his attention to Zhao Zhijing:

"My think tank, do you have anything to teach me about the ancient tomb in front of you?"

"Little Prince, with the strength of the Mongolian warriors, everyone just need to be careful of some mechanisms in the tomb..."

Bending over, Zhao Zhijing answered in a humble tone.

"Is that true?"

"Yes, many tombs will have mechanisms to prevent outsiders."

"Since that's the case, please ask the Taoist priest and others to guide the road ahead together."

Speaking of this, Wang Baobao looked at Zhao Zhijing's eyes: "I will trouble the Taoist priest for the next road..."

"this....."

"Is there any problem?"

"No...."

Next, Zhao Zhijing and other Quanzhen disciples were mixed with Mongolian warriors to open the way ahead.

Wang Baobao followed behind.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's eyes were very profound.

This ancient tomb is very large.

After walking through several tombs safely, Wang Baobao became curious about the sarcophagus displayed in the stone chamber.

"My warrior, guess who are lying in these coffins?"

"Back to the little prince, here, there may be some martyrs who were buried by the Han Khan, right?"

"Is that true? But I see that these sarcophagus are still very new and should not have been activated for long."

"Maybe the people living in the tombs are cleaned up frequently..."

Walking in the tomb, suddenly, a little noise came from the front.

It seems that someone has touched the mechanism.

A moment later, Wang Baobao heard the report that someone was shot to death by arrows in front of him, but nodded expressionlessly.

"keep going."

Go further and deeper and deeper.

As time passed, many of the group were tired of the dark surroundings.

I asked Zhao Zhijing several times, but the other party’s wry smile was received.

“How far is it?”

"Where is that woman hiding?"

“We have been away for a long time…”

After lifting the door of a stone chamber again, I looked at the neatly arranged stone coffins inside.

Finally, someone burst into dissatisfaction.

The dark environment makes people nervous.

The mechanisms, blood and death that appear from time to time in the ancient tombs amplify the tension to a certain extent.

They need new stimulation points to stimulate the desire they are looking for.

So, someone found Wang Baobao.

"Little Prince, it's so depressing here."

"My Warrior, what did you want to say when you found me?"

“I think you need to give the Warriors some excitement.

For example, open the tombs of these Han nobles, take away the treasures they no longer need, and distribute them to our Great Mongolian warriors."

"Is this your idea?"

"Little Prince, this is everyone's idea..."

"Is that true?"

The little prince looked at the big man in front of him, thought for a while, and nodded.

When the man heard this, he showed a happy expression on his face.

"Open the building! Open the building!"

"The little prince has approved it! Open the coffins of these nobles first! Pull off all the gold and silver on them!"

Hearing the sound, the warriors who had been silent for a long time finally became excited.

Rush into the tomb.

Several people worked together to lift a coffin.

Open the coffin lid.

But the things in it disappointed these warriors very much.

The smell of rotten.

stench.

There was only a ragged semi-corrupt corpse inside.

Not to mention gold and silver, looking for the entire coffin, there was only a copper coin hanging from the mouth of the corpse.

"poverty!"

"Poor ghost!"

"This is the servant of that noble family. Come on, let's open another one."

One coffin after another was opened.

The Warriors got it.

But there was only that little poor copper coins.

This made these Mongolian warriors even more angry and began to make many insulting words.

Standing in the corner, Zhao Zhijing watched the scene happening in front of him.

He pursed his lips.

In the sleeves.

A fist clenched.
Chapter completed!