"13th Uncle!"
Chen Changqing and the others in the distance were extremely excited when they saw Chen Zongtian arrive at the tomb.
At the same time, Chen Zongtian and Yuan Daosheng followed the voice and saw Chen Changqing.
"Changqing, are you all right?"
"13th Uncle, we're fine. It's just that..."
"It's just that the wait was painful. If you had come a little later, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to see them."
Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted Chen Changqing.
Hmm?
Chen Zongtian's heart skipped a beat when he heard the voice. His sharp eyes immediately fell on Chen Changqing's side.
At some point, a strange figure appeared. He could not see any useful information about the other party.
Furthermore, at this moment, this person was holding a cold long knife against Chen Changqing's neck. His goal was self-evident.
