Chapter 907

And in another burial room that was almost the same, there was a group of people with a little bit of morality.

They looked at the coffins in the room, and after checking the mechanism, someone soon stepped forward to open the first coffin.

Others braced themselves in case something jumped out of the coffin.

However, when the coffin was opened, there were no remains or ghosts, but a coffin full of gold.

"Why is there so much gold in this place?" Seeing the gold's first reaction, everyone felt greedy, "There are so many coffins, so there must be all of them?"

"Which nobleman's tomb is this? There is so much gold, if you grab it out, you will still have to struggle in this life?"

Someone felt uneasy: "Don't you think it's gloomy here? Could there really be something dirty?"

This group of people is entry level at best.

The depth of metaphysics, why today, it will become a feudal superstition, because of talent.

How can one attain the Tao without talent, without sincerity, let alone hard work?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't this just an ordinary tomb? Do you really think there are so many ghosts in this world? There are so many ghosts, how can we still live till now?"

"Then how to divide the gold?"

"It doesn't matter how it is divided, whoever gets it is the one who gets it. Anyway, we can't finish it after seeing so much, so why do we need to grab it?"

"The coffin next to it shouldn't be the same?"

Someone really went to open the coffin next to it, "There is something inside here, and the condition is good, but there are bones of people inside, and people were buried."

"Who cares who buried it? Anyway, just take it," someone laughed, "Anyway, these people are dead, and the gold is useless."

Others laughed too.

However, they didn't realize that when their hands touched the gold and silver covered with resentment, their faces changed. Originally, only Yintang was blackened, but now the whole face was blackened.

It's just that they didn't notice at all, the paper talisman on their body turned black inadvertently, but everyone was immersed in the joy of the treasure, and no one noticed the burning of the paper talisman turning black.

In other words, the environment here, as well as the black air surrounding them, have already paralyzed their senses, not to mention burning, all that remains in their eyes is the desire for money.

Gold and jade were stuffed into the bag continuously, and it became heavier and heavier, until one of them was almost full, and when he looked up, everything he looked at was blood-red.

"Hey, stop stuffing, what's going on?" the man said.

No one paid him any attention.

The man simply patted the person next to him, "Hello."

As a result, the people next to him ignored him, but they didn't stuff gold either, which was a bit strange.

The clothes... Did any of them come in in white?

When entering a place like a tomb, everyone is a little bit taboo, wearing white is like going to a funeral, and wearing red is afraid of collisions, so everyone tacitly wears gray and inconspicuous colors.

this white...

"Who are you?" The man's voice began to tremble, and then he pushed his companion who was still picking up gold, and shouted loudly, "Wake up! Wake up! Run away, you guys!"

The person who was pushed woke up like a dream, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a pale face, but it was not red lips, but dark lips. His long hair was scattered, but his eyes were two black lacquers. A hole in the paint, a mouth full of black filth dripping out.