For The Ten-Year Appointment, We, The Fans, Went To Changbai Mountain

Gold, a lot of gold! Almost a room full of gold!

Song Chen looked at the small hole he had just made and discovered a large amount of gold that filled almost a room.

Song Chen estimated that the amount would be several hundred million.

Facing these large amounts of gold, Song Chen couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth in a subtle arc.

He directly picked up the green bricks he had just thrown on the ground and stuffed them back into place.

After doing this, Song Chen clapped his hands and sighed.

"You're pretty good at it. You can put a lot of gold inside the door of death."

"If it were an ordinary tomb robber, I'm afraid he would be dead by now."

Although Song Chen didn't know what kind of trap there was, judging from the direction, the secret room was definitely the door to death.

Song Chen didn't think that a guy who knew how to use Bagua to create stone pillar traps would be able to place a whole room in the direction of the death door so cleverly.

So Song Chen shook his head with a smile, turned around and left, then walked deeper into the enclosure.

Just ignore all the gold in that room.

Don't ask why, between Jiang Yueqing and Huang Jin, Song Chen believes that living people are more important.

What's more, that person is a cute and sexy aunt!

Song Chen couldn't believe that Jiang Yueqing, who had been with him for more than 20 years, was no longer around.

Ever since, Song Changqiang walked towards the depths of the tomb passage.

Like a brave man who saves the princess.

"Whirring whirring!"

All the archaeologists were lying on the ground, or lying on the ground gasping for air.

Professor Zhang unzipped his coat without any image, and poured water into his mouth with a water horse around the intention in his hand.

But even though everyone was extremely tired, their faces looked like they were surviving the disaster.

Jiang Yueqing was the only one who was out of tune with everyone.

"Huh~huh! What do you people mean?"

Jiang Mingqing pinched his thin waist with both hands, and his chest kept moving up and down while he gasped.

Looking at Bingbing who was also sweating next to him, he asked incomprehensively.

"Did you see something? Why did you run away so far?"

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Everyone is breathing fiercely, everyone is breathing fiercely.

Only Bingbing held her breath and said something.

"Let me take a breath and tell you later!"

【Hi! Let me say it! I know! I know! Let me say it!】

[But you said it, the goddess can’t see it either!]

【Tell me about it! I'm new here! I want to know what happened!】

[Tsk tsk! Get ready! Friends! I’m going to start telling a story! Five minutes ago...]

"A ghost came out of the stone wall at that time!!"

Bingbing said to Jiang Yueqing with a panicked look on her face, recalling some horrific memory with fear.

"ghost?!"

Jiang Yueqing frowned tightly and took the initiative to put her hand on Bingbing's forehead to feel her body temperature.

Then he wiped his hands on Bingbing's clothes and asked.

"Your temperature isn't very high either? Did you see it wrong?"

As a staunch atheist, Jiang Yueqing never believed that gods and demons existed. She believed that these were all made up by people.

"I don't have a fever! I really saw it! If you don't believe me, ask them!"

Bingbing pointed at everyone with pale lips, and when Jiang Yueqing looked at it, everyone nodded with confidence.

"We saw it too!"

"Well!"

When Jiang Yueqing saw everyone nodding and admitting to seeing the ghost, he suddenly had goosebumps all over his body from head to toe.

"No way?"

Jiang Yueqing's atheism suddenly cracked. A gust of wind suddenly blew by, making Jiang Yueqing feel a chill on his neck.

His whole body couldn't help but tremble, he hugged himself with his arms and rubbed his arms.

"Oh, is my life going to end here?"

Jiang Yueqing muttered in despair, suddenly remembering the conversation he had with Song Chen before going out.

Is it really because of the flag I set before going out that it became like this?

[Goddess, don’t be afraid! I’ll hold you!]

[Tsk tsk! Stop having such sweet dreams! You’re still hugging me! You’re kidding!]

[That’s right! That’s my wife! If you want to hug her, I’ll hug her too!]

[By the way, have you gone astray? Isn’t the problem caused by ghosts!!]

[I saw it! It was really a female ghost in white clothes and black hair who flashed past! 】

[Real or false!! Why didn’t I see it? I only saw people shouting and running away!]

[Yeah! Indeed! I didn’t see it either! What exactly is going on? 】

[But so many people have seen it! It’s impossible for everyone to have hallucinations, right? 】

【Ugh! This problem is quite serious!】

[Wait a minute! I thought of it! Aren’t spirits like ghosts captured by cameras or something like that? 】

[Hiss!! Watson! You discovered your blind spot!]

Netizens in the live broadcast room began to have heated discussions, and some good people even posted some clips on the Internet.

The ancient tomb is currently attracting much attention on the Internet.

Especially when the ghost figure appeared in the ancient tomb, the hot spot exploded!

"Is there really a ghost?"

Mr. Wang and Professor Zeng, who were watching the live broadcast room, looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Suddenly, Professor Zeng remembered the exorcist master he had invited and said to Mr. Wang quickly.

"Don't panic! We just invited the master!"

"That's right! Let the master take action! Kill the ghost inside!"

Mr. Wang also nodded happily.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Suddenly, a tragic cry came from the entrance of the cave, and a bright 040 bald head sprang out from the entrance of the cave.

Then under the watchful eyes of Mr. Wang and a group of archaeologists.

The exorcist master who was invited over rushed out of the tent with his reflective bald head.

"Damn it! I'm just a liar! It's a real ghost! I can't deal with it!"

Ding! Ding Dang! Ding Ding Dang!

The sound of metal expanding continuously echoed in the narrow tomb passage.

Song Chen, who was wearing a black snow jacket, waved the spear in his hand and shot down all the flying arrows.

"What wave is this?"

Song Chen frowned and waved his spear to knock down all the attacking Anqiang.

Phew! Phew!

The two-meter-long spear in Song Chen's hand is extremely flexible. No matter what danger he encounters, Song Chen can always use it to avoid danger.

Song Chen's whole body was numb, and he carried the spear and walked a few hundred meters away.

We have already encountered various crises such as collapses, ground thorns, hidden weapons, flying arrows, etc.

"Is there something wrong with the designer of this ancient tomb?"

Song Chen looked back at the devastated tomb passage behind him, and expressed his cordial greetings to the designer of the ancient tomb.

Suddenly Song Chen glanced at the spear in his hand, and a terrifying thought suddenly came to his mind.

"Could it be that it's not because of the designer, but because I'm holding a gun?"

As we all know, since ancient times, spearmen have been lucky. .