Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"There's something wrong with the coffin, and there's something wrong with the people."

Mu Zi stared at the two coffins. When he spoke, his face was frowning and gloomy.

"How can I see it?"

I asked.

At present, I can only rely on my knowledge of Tang Dynasty coffins to judge these bronze coffins. Your coffins should have been unearthed from the tombs of some princes and generals.

Ordinary people simply cannot afford this kind of coffin, otherwise they will be killed.

"I'm talking about what's inside the coffin, it's ominous!"

Mu Zi explained, "You see, this coffin has a strong negative energy, and transporting the coffin at night with temperatures well below zero is obviously a bad omen."

What she said seemed to make sense.

"It's impossible for something inside the coffin to pop out and kill people."

I said jokingly.

"But people kill!"

Mu Zi narrowed his eyes slightly and said word by word.

"Hey!"

Half an hour later, the men arrived at the bottom of the city wall, and then took a short rest. Looking at those men, they should be Lianjiazi, and they were strong and in their prime.

So there is a lot of energy.

Those people looked up and saw Mu Zi and me. They looked very surprised. They seemed to be muttering something.

"Are you also on the road?"

One of the bronzed men asked me in a loud voice.

I nodded.

"That's right, can you help me?"

The man continued to ask me.

"I'm not feeling well, I hope you'll forgive me." I waved my hand.

Maybe he saw my haggard look, so he didn't say anything more, and then sat on the sand dune in front of the gate.

"Seeing that he is facing a dense cloud, the spiritual energy on the Heavenly Spirit Cover has been completely lost. I am afraid there is a disaster."

Mu Zi looked at his face and said.

At this time, the man also glanced at Mu Zi, as if he was surprised, with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

The coffin was pushed into the bottom layer of the city wall, and after the stone gate was sealed, the few people walked up to us.

Six people, almost all wearing the same clothes, even the face shape is exactly the same.

It's literally carved out of the same mold.

"Hello."

One of the men stared at me and said, "You are..."

"Tourist, lost."

Before I could answer, Mu Zi took the lead.

"This...travel, cough cough."

This reason is obviously a bit ridiculous. Who the hell travels here? Isn't this a suicide?

But the man didn't seem to care. Looking at our confused expressions, he seemed to know something and just smiled awkwardly, "We... are from the archaeological team."

fart!

I think these guys are rich and powerful, and I wonder how those people in the archaeological project are all weak scholars, how can they have anything to do with you people.

wrong!

Didn’t Mu Zi say that the first batch of people involved in the Western Archeology Project were all... dead?

They are lying!

Mu Zi and I looked at each other and seemed to understand.

"This is our ID!"

The man seemed to notice that we didn't believe what he said. He smiled awkwardly and took out a black leather-wrapped ID from his pocket.

I took it and took a look, and it was really like that.

There are photos of himself on it, as well as Wang Ziming, the first team of the third group of the National Scientific Expedition Team’s Western Plan!

And the steel seal and the red seal together are unmistakable.

Could it be that he is really from the archaeological team? I didn't say anything, handed him the ID, and just smiled.

In addition, the other men seemed to be very tired and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

Mu Zi and I also quickly walked aside.

"You believe it?"

Mu Zi asked me.

I shook my head and nodded again, not knowing what to do.

"Just let them go on their own."

Muzi reminded me.

I agreed.

That night, everything was fine.

Early the next morning, I found that there were actually a bunch of people.

Those people also rushed to the city wall overnight. They seemed to be in a hurry. They looked like merchants. They didn't talk much. They were surprised to see us and didn't ask anything.

I asked Mu Zi when these people came.

Mu Zi said it was early in the morning and it was just dawn.

She said they were probably experts. What she meant was that these people were most likely related to the trafficking of cultural relics.

But when everyone met, things got lively and even more complicated.

Those merchants actually carried more than a dozen baskets, which were covered with some fluff.

I was afraid that what was inside would be exposed.

However, it just happened that when I was messing around with the radio, ready to dismantle it as a piece of junk, there was actually a signal.

A broadcast caught my attention.

"According to reliable sources, the cave culture along the Silk Road has been severely damaged. Relevant personnel have stopped rescue operations. It is said that organizations robbing tombs on the road have been involved. We hope that relevant departments will pay attention..."

"Regarding the deaths of archaeologists from the Western Project, most of the family members have been properly accommodated yesterday. Due to the sudden incident, the incident is still under investigation..."

"Zizzi..."

After that, it came and went, and I couldn't hear clearly.