Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

"Innocent, our Uncle Ming is really nothing. He is worse than my old man."

"It's okay for him to eat meat, but he doesn't even give us soup to drink? Damn it, such a big coffin, my face is cleaner than Fatty's!"

On the stone platform, the fat man looked at the empty coffin. He was silent for a long time, lit a cigarette and complained to Wu Xie.

Not long after Hu Ming and the little brother left, Fatty Wu Xie led Aning's people to follow the whereabouts of Hu Ming and the little brother.

Panzi, on the other hand, stayed above to take care of Wu Sansheng, who was "severely injured and unconscious".

As far as the eye can see, there is a mess.

A huge bronze door on a cracked cliff.

On the ground, Chen Pi's headless body was next to the boss's head with ferocious eyes.

On the stone platform, there were nine unrecognizable giant hundred-legged dragons, twelve-handed corpses that were nailed to the stone platform, and an empty white stone coffin.

All of this, if you think about it, has something to do with the disappearance of Hu Ming and his brother.

I don’t care why Chen Pi died here.

that is

Where are the funerary objects inside the coffin?

This is what fat people care about most.

"Come on, damn fat man, since when did my Uncle Ming become the kind of person who is greedy for money?"

"Besides, where did Uncle Ming and my little brother go? Even his sword was left here? Damn it, are they in any danger?"

"Could it be that there is a great terror in that giant bronze door?"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes helplessly and looked at the sword nailed to the head of the Twelve Hands corpse, feeling slightly worried.

He knew that the so-called martial arts practitioners took great care of their personal weapons, regardless of whether the sword was with them or not, but there was no reason to abandon the weapon so easily.

What Wu Xie didn't know was that the things Hu Ming embodied would last forever unless the owner intentionally erased them or the owner died.

For example, the ancient city deep in the Kunlun Glacier, two thousand years later, is still standing deep in the glacier, waiting for future generations to discover its secrets.

Hearing this, the fat man also became a little silent. The weapons were left here but the people were missing. It is indeed easy for people to think of some bad thoughts.

The joke just now was intended to change the topic.

The third uncle had just received a serious injury. In the blink of an eye, it became clear that something might have happened to Uncle Ming. The fat man was inevitably a little worried.

"Don't worry, Uncle Ming has great magical powers, and together with my little brother, the combination of these two people is simply invincible. Is there any danger in this world that is difficult for them to defeat?"

"Let's not make wild guesses here. Maybe the two of them encountered something urgent and are in a hurry to leave?"

"Let me tell you, instead of worrying here, we might as well put away Hu Ming's knife, go back and find him and return it to him!"

The fat man sighed, looked back at Abao, who had an ugly face, and turned his attention to the dragon-marked curling cloud knife.

This thing must not be taken away by Aning's people, otherwise they will be beaten to death by several elders in the family when they go back.

With that said, the fat man walked up to the twelve-handed corpse, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and pulled it out with all his strength. Then he pulled it out again.

"What the hell!? So naive, what kind of god is our Uncle Ming? I tried all my strength to suck my breasts, fat man, but I can't even pull out a knife from him?"

The fat man was immediately shocked. The knife seemed to be welded to the stone platform. No matter how hard he tried, it would not move at all.

"I asked you to go to the club less often to find young ladies, but you didn't listen. Do you regret it now? Look at what you've become. You've gained so much weight that you can't even pick up a knife!"

Wu Xie glanced at the fat man with disgust. It was just a knife, so what?

"I'm going to fuck with your unlucky third uncle. Don't slander me. Fatty, I'm in good health! There's definitely something weird about Hu Ming's knife! If you don't believe me, come here and try it!"

The fat man’s face turned green, a man’s dignity cannot be challenged!

“Just try it!”

Wu Xie came to the corpse, held the handle of the knife, and pulled it out hard.

The fat man didn't care to laugh at Wu Xie. He and Wu Xie held the handle of the knife together and pulled it out hard again.

The two of them immediately looked at each other. Damn, how heavy is this knife?

Although the blade penetrated deeply into the stone platform and increased resistance, neither of them could pull it out. Isn't this too exaggerated?

"Well, I'm afraid my Uncle Ming is really some kind of immortal descended to earth, right? I heard Uncle Ming say that his sword is about the same weight as my little brother's black gold ancient sword! But this..."

At this time, Wu Xie was really confused, completely confused!

Although the weapons of those fierce generals in ancient times often weighed fifty or sixty pounds, which sounds exaggerated, the measurement units at that time were far different from today!

For example, one pound in the Three Kingdoms period is equivalent to 222.72 grams today. In short, one pound in modern society is more than two pounds in the past.

For example, Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighed eighty-two kilograms, but converted into modern kilograms, it was about thirty-six kilograms.

Although it is also amazing, it is far behind compared to the eighty-two pounds.

But Wu Xie and Fatty estimated that Hu Ming’s sword would not be able to stop it even if it weighs a hundred pounds!

"Hey, are our uncle and brother more powerful than Mr. Guan?"

"There is no other way. We two can't take this knife away. I'm afraid we need help from Aning's people."

Wu Xie sighed helplessly and began to ask for help.

A quarter of an hour later.

"...Mr. Wu, is your friend a messenger of God?"

"Oh my god! This knife weighs at least two hundred kilograms! Is this really a weapon that humans can use?"

The two big white men struggled to carry the sword and exclaimed in disbelief.

These people under An Ning are no ordinary people. They are all well-trained and have strong muscles. But this knife requires two people to work together to lift it!

They really couldn't imagine what kind of physical fitness it would take to wield this knife freely.

Is the person using this knife really a human being?

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"To tell you the truth, we know two people who can freely use a sword of this weight!"

Fatty and Wu Xie looked at each other and said slightly proudly.

If your friends are awesome, they feel proud of them.

"Now is not the time to discuss how brave Hu Ming and Zhang Qiling are. Mr. Wu, please tell me where they are!?"

"The contents of this sarcophagus are very important to our boss. No matter what, we cannot let them take them away!"

Aning came to Wu Xie and Fatty and said in a deep voice.

"No, even if you say so, we don't know! It's not like you don't know about these two people... Oh, forget, you really don't know. These two people are professionals who have lost their jobs!"

"If they don't want to show up after they disappear for fun, even if you kill us, we won't know where they are!"

Wu Xie almost cried.

What's wrong with this? Are you cheating your nephew?

"Miss Aning, come and take a look, there is something wrong with this coffin! Judging from the marks in the coffin, there are only the marks of a twelve-handed corpse, and nothing else exists!"

"In other words, Mr. Jiang Nan and Mr. Zhang Qiling didn't take anything from it at all. There was nothing else in the coffin except the corpse!"

"As incredible as this is, it's true!"

At this moment, a professional under An Ning who was inspecting the coffins came to the rescue.

"You mean"

"Either the boss's information is incomplete, or the key parts of the information are false. There is nothing the boss wants here!"

The subordinate said solemnly.

"Damn it! That old fox from Wu Sansheng! He deceived us again!"

Aning's face turned ugly, and he looked at Wu Xie with a somewhat evil look.

Wu Xie: "."

Well, the third uncle is cheating on his nephew again, very good!