Archaeological experts are going crazy for the tomb-grabbing talisman sold on live broadcast

Chen Yibai eavesdropped on the conversation of these tomb robbers in the dark.

The "Master Wu" they were talking about was most likely Wu Daoshan, the Iron-armed White Ape.

And he had been down there for eight days.

There was a "strange man" in the Tianxing Society who was good at the art of exorcising souls and tearing the corpse king with his bare hands. He hadn't come up after eight days!

It seems that the Western Han Dynasty imperial tomb buried in the "Eight Evils of Huangquan" below is really not simple.

If Chen Yibai wanted to follow in, he had to deal with these people who were spreading rumors first.

If he went up directly, they had guns in their hands. Even if he attacked them unexpectedly, there was no 100% guarantee that they would not make a big noise and alert the enemy.

The best way is of course to lure them in and defeat them one by one.

Chen Yibai's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He quietly took out a corpse-suppressing nail from his body, held it in his hand as a dagger, and then deliberately shook the branches next to him, making a little rustling noise.

"What is that?"

The tomb robbers in the tent were still cursing about the broken cigarette, and suddenly heard the movement from nearby, and they all became alert immediately.

One of the tomb robbers put on night vision goggles and looked over here.

But he didn't see any movement, just a few wild boars' "snoring" sounds.

This is ventriloquism, which is also a skill that tomb robbers must learn, which can be very useful at critical moments in the wild.

And many tomb robbers in the early years used ventriloquism to transmit signals to each other.

Especially the tomb robbers who are responsible for watching the wind, at least dozens of lifelike ventriloquism.

"Wild boar?"

Listening to the wild boar calls in the jungle, the tomb robbers did not have any doubts, because there are indeed many wild boars here.

"Brother Qiang, we don't have much food left, and we don't know when Master Wu will come up. Why don't we get some wild game to satisfy our hunger? I've been eating compressed dry food for eight days in a row, and it's hard to poop..."

At this time, Daya came out and suggested.

"Hey, you also have trouble pooping? I thought I was the only one with constipation..."

Brother Qiang looked at the place where the branches were shaking again and said, "Da Ya, get the crossbow!"

"Okay!"

Da Ya turned around immediately and took two steel crossbows from the tent.

This crossbow is specially used for hunting. Its lethality is no less than that of bullets, and it is silent. The arrows shot out can instantly penetrate the head of a wild boar.

Brother Qiang and Daya each held a crossbow, and carefully, tiptoed towards the place where the "wild boar" was calling.

The other three people went their separate ways and began to look for dry firewood around to make a fire, so that they could have a whole pig feast and a good feast. It would be best to get a big boar. It is said that roasted pig whip is very nutritious...

Little did they know that the real prey was themselves...

When the two men entered the sneak attack range, Chen Yibai, who was hiding in the dark, seized the opportunity and waited for the opportunity to move. His figure was as swift as a ghost. He covered Brother Qiang's mouth and nose with one hand from behind, and pierced the aorta in his throat with the corpse-suppressing nail in the other hand.

Then he pulled it out violently, and used the same method to nail the big tooth next to him to seal his throat.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without any delay.

Brother Qiang, who fell to the ground with a "thump", didn't even react to what happened. He just subconsciously covered his throat, which was gushing blood, with both hands, and then reacted with fear on his face. This was a sneak attack.

But it was too late to react at this time. His throat was pierced, and he couldn't even scream. Blood spurted out like a shower, splashing on the surrounding grass and leaves. In just a few seconds, his brain was forced to shut down due to lack of oxygen...

Da Ya next to him was even worse. His throat was stabbed five times in a row, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose like a burst faucet. Chen Yibai didn't cover his hand, and his whole body was splashed with hot blood. The air was filled with a bloody smell.

After confirming that Da Ya was completely dead, Chen Yibai let go, with an extremely cold and calm expression on his face.

Even though this is no longer the era of the Republic of China, for Chen Yibai, these two lives are still no different from two dead dogs.

"Brother Qiang... Brother Qiang..."

"Da Ya..."

The other three people next to the tent were still busy collecting firewood, but they heard that the movement here seemed a bit abnormal, so they immediately shouted twice towards this side.

In the end, no one answered. The air seemed to be suffocated, and the atmosphere was dead silent.

"Brother Qiang?"

"What's going on?"

After shouting several times and no one answered, the three of them felt that something was wrong. They immediately put down the dry firewood, hurriedly took out the strong flashlight, and shone it in this direction.

Several beams of strong flashlights just shone through the gaps in the dense grass.When they reached the bodies of Da Ya and Brother Qiang, blood was still gushing out of Brother Qiang's neck.

"Damn!"

The three of them were so frightened by the scene that their faces turned pale and their souls almost flew out.

But before they could react, Chen Yibai had already circled behind them, his figure like a ghost, and the corpse nails sealed their throats one by one.

Hualala...

In almost the blink of an eye, the bright red blood gushed out from the hole in the neck, like a fountain, staining the ground with blood.

Pentakill!

Looking at the several tomb robbers lying on the ground and twitching, and the expressions of fear on their faces, Chen Yibai was very satisfied.

Rustle...

At the same time, Chen Yibai heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes.

Following the sound, he walked over and saw that it was the walkie-talkie on Brother Qiang's waist.

Along with the rustling sound of electricity, a voice came from the intercom: "Aqiang, Aqiang... What's going on up there?"

What's going on up there? They were wiped out!

Chen Yibai didn't respond, but lit a cigarette and continued to listen to the noise in the intercom.

"Aqiang... Aqiang... What the hell are you doing up there?"

"Swish... swish..."

"Aqiang, I heard a reply, reply!"

It can be clearly heard that the tone in the intercom gradually became angry and impatient.

"Master Wu, something may have happened up there..."

"Shh..."

Then there was a 'shhh' sound from the intercom, and it felt like an old man.

Then, the intercom call was interrupted.

Chen Yibai frowned.

It seems that this old guy is quite smart!

Since the other party already knows that something happened up there, then when you go down, you have to be on guard in advance!

He put out the cigarette butt and stepped on the ground twice.

Chen Yibai stood up and walked straight to the hole next to the tent.

This hole was dug very large, with a circular hole opening of nearly one and a half meters in diameter, like a trumpet, small at the top and large at the bottom, a very typical trumpet hole.

And looking inside, the hole was tilted down very deep, and there was a temporary place protruding outward in the middle.

To be on the safe side, Chen Yibai tied a rope around his waist and tied the other end to the tree trunk, pulling the rope and slowly entering the hole...