Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 383 Just having fun

The "Sun Palace Flame Light Curse" cast just now can only be regarded as a temporary solution to the siege.

If you really want this "curse" to continue to work, you can either invite a few Taoist magicians and invite the "Sun True Monarch" dharma body, open an altar here and form an array, and perform rituals for several days in a row, which can solve the problem of "head reduction" ', and can also save the dead.

Or, call in a construction team to drill a passage to the ground so that sunlight can shine down. These flies and dogs hiding deep underground will have nowhere to hide.

These two methods are both unattainable illusions for them now.

The main purpose is to use "spells" to get out of trouble, completely kill those "Voodoo Masters", get to the bottom and find what they are really looking for.

Wang Qiang's body and backpack were already filled with various gold coins, and his eyes were still searching everywhere to see if there was anything else worth grabbing.

At the beginning, Lin Yi made a rule with Achang in front of Fifth Brother that after entering the tomb, they must be the first to pick.

Moreover, no matter what means or method Weng takes, he must ensure that this thing can be handed over to them intact after Lin Yi and the others return to China.

As for the rest, it depends on how the Myanmar military and Mr. Weng divide the spoils.

"Brother Qiang, please don't stuff it in your pocket. It's so heavy. We can't take this thing with us."

Qian Sheng reminded from the side.

Wang Qiang listened to his words, his head was pounding as if he was pounding garlic, and his hands couldn't stop.

"I know, I know, this is just fun for me. I just go into the supermarket, see what I want to buy, put it in the shopping cart, and then put it down when I leave, right?
At least it stays in my pocket for a while, and I feel comfortable! "

Bai Xue and Min Tun's injuries were relatively minor, so they helped others clean their wounds and bandage them.

Wang Qiang and Tie Zhui were the most seriously injured.

Especially Wang Qiang, who originally had injuries on both legs. When he fell, he saw gold and silver treasures all over the ground, and instantly no pain anywhere in his body.

A bottle of iodophor was poured down just now, and the pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears.

"Damn, this fucking hurts too much."

Turning around to look at the injury on his leg, it was really shocking.

On the calf of his left leg, there were three deep scars in the muscles, and the flesh and blood on both sides were spread out, like the land that had been turned over by a plow.

A large piece of meat was torn off from the front of the right leg, and the bones were exposed.

There were countless other minor injuries.

"Brother Qiang, you are such a man!"

Mintun praised him from the bottom of his heart while helping him apply the medicine.

"You just noticed it now? My brother was much braver than this back then."

Wang Qiang grinned, making Sihasa gasp, and he still joked with Mintun.

"At that time? Who would have thought at that time that there were things in this world that couldn't be killed with a gun?"

Iron Hammer answered from the side.

"Thanks to Lao Lin, otherwise, we might have to go to the underworld to apply for a passport now."

"Go, go, why are you saying such depressing words?"

Lin Yi complained to him from a distance.

Lin Yi had no interest in the so-called gold and silver jewelry in front of him.

One of them is that he has an appointment with someone. Besides, if this thing doesn't go through their way, there is no way he can take it back.

Furthermore, he did not come here for these things.

What he didn't expect was that Achang would not deal with his injuries at this moment, but instead focused on the boxy coffin like him.

It seems that Myanmar’s burial custom is to have only a coffin and no coffin.

The material used to make this coffin should be the kind that Qian Sheng mentioned before, made of the finest Burmese goldenrod wood core.

By visual inspection, it is almost three meters long and nearly two meters wide.

No matter how majestic Mang Bai's body was, it was impossible for him to use such a big coffin.

It means there must be something big here.

"Blessed by Heavenly Officials, there are no taboos!"

Lin Yi reached out and touched his hair mound, took out the hemp rope from his backpack and held it in his hand.

"Mr. Chang, we have a word first. After opening the coffin, we will only take what we want. The rest is yours." Achang seemed not to have heard what he said.

His eyes were fixed on the coffin in front of him.

The coffin is indeed beautifully made, with exquisite wood and exquisite craftsmanship, and the corners are wrapped with gold ornaments.

The hollowed out positions are also covered with various colored gemstones and emeralds.

"You don't want to use this coffin, do you?"

Achang still didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the coffin.

Wang Qiang dragged his injured leg and came to Lin Yi with a diamond umbrella.

Qian Sheng and Bai Lu also followed.

"You have limited legs and feet, so just stare here. Third child, Lulu, get started!"

Bai Lu took the hemp rope from Lin Yi's hand, and Qian Sheng pulled out the wedge of the coffin.

"Get rich by raising the coffin!"

"Get rich by raising the coffin!"

The four of them touched the tokens around their necks with one hand, and each stretched out a hand and folded it together.

Min Tun and Tie Zhui were stunned by this sense of ritual.

Only Achang stood motionless, with a serious expression on his face.

"Open the coffin!"

Lin Yi took the gas mask and put it on, took the diamond umbrella from Wang Qiang, protected his vitals, and stood at the end of the coffin.

Crouching down, he raised his hands violently, and the three people on the other end of the rope pulled the coffin board down with force.

When I shined the flashlight inside, I saw that there was indeed a shriveled male corpse lying inside.

The body had obviously been embalmed before being put in.

The corpse had its hands folded across its chest, and was actually wearing a dragon robe that imitated the Ming Dynasty style. The dragon on its chest was obviously like a dragon in Burmese legend.

Wearing on his head is a gold crown that represents the ancient Burmese emperor's status.

At this moment, Achang quietly came to Lin Yi's side.

His eyes were always fixed on the pale corpse in the coffin, and then he jumped onto the coffin board.

"Mr. Chang, what are you doing? We agreed to get it first."

Wang Qiang reminded from the other side of the coffin.

Unexpectedly, Achang's goal was not to bury the artifact in the coffin, but to take off a black riding crop from his waist.

With enough strength, Riao started beating the white mummy in the coffin.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Hey, Mr. Chang, what are you doing? I haven't touched the things inside yet. Even if I was bullied by him just now, it's not too late for us to vent our anger later."

Tie Zhui and Min Tun were about to step forward to hold him, but saw Lin Yi wink at them.

He himself quietly retreated.

"Brother, what's wrong with him? Is he imitating Wu Zixu and whipping corpses to vent his anger?"

"Yes, Brother Lin. Achang usually looks so calm and collected, but how come he suddenly seems out of control?"

Qian Sheng and Bai Lu asked in confusion.

Lin Yi put his arms around their shoulders and took Wang Qiang and Wang Qiang away from the coffin.

"Didn't we talk about his identity before?"

The three nodded.

"I think we might have guessed it right!"

When Lin Yi turned around again, with the help of the flashlight beams of Min Tun and Tie Hammer, he saw tears in Achang's eyes, but his expression was extremely ferocious.

Suddenly, the tip of Achang's whip brought up a square object wrapped in yellow silk. It flew out of the coffin and landed on the ground, making a metallic sound.

(End of this chapter)