There were more than a dozen stone coffins of various sizes in the ancient tomb, and they were surrounded by white bones. In this extremely cold place, everyone shivered.
"I don't know who's so vicious that they're actually buried together with him. Let's go out. Ordinary people can't touch this kind of tomb." Guan Yi pondered for a moment and frowned.
"It's not like we haven't made a fortune from the dead before, but this place is really too strange. Let's go out." Someone followed and spoke. Wu Tielong pursed his lips and did not speak. A bold guess appeared in his heart. When he went up to push open the stone coffin, he could not maintain his calm expression. He was so shocked that he could not close his mouth for a long time.
