Archaeological experts are going crazy for the tomb-grabbing talisman sold on live broadcast

Chen Yibai quickly calmed down and forced himself to calm down. Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

The black-robed priest's skinned face and scarlet sinister eyes were extremely terrifying, leaving the ghosts of the slaves who were used as sacrifices with extreme fear.

So after Chen Yibai picked up the soul-driving staff and communicated with those ghosts, he was also brought into this extreme fear.

"Mr. Chen..."

"Captain Chen...Captain Chen..."

At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up in the hall, followed by the shouts of Yan Wanlei and Wang Haichuan.

At the entrance of the hall.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the archaeological team shouted until their voices were almost hoarse, and they did not wait for Chen Yibai's response. It was always dead.

This made the archaeological team feel ominous, and they really couldn't stand this kind of mental torture, so after discussion, they decided to go in and see what was going on.

Because all the flashlights were broken, the archaeological team temporarily took off their clothes, rolled them on wooden sticks, and made a few simple torches.

The raging fire burned the clothes with billowing black smoke, and the fire also illuminated the hall.

The special service team led by Yan Wanlei walked in the front with torches, tense and alert to the surroundings, while shouting and looking for Chen Yibai's figure.

Even if it's death, we have to see the body and let everyone give up completely, right?

"Captain Yan, Mr. Chen just said that we can't come in by ourselves, so this...isn't it too risky?"

Xiaohu, who was following him, couldn't help but whispered with a trembling voice.

"We've been waiting for so long, and no one responded. If Mr. Chen really encountered an accident in here, are we going to wait until we die at the door?"

Yan Wanlei said with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah, bah, bah, Captain Yan, you must not say such unlucky words!"

Wang Haichuan hurriedly blocked Yan Wanlei's words.

It is said that tomb robbers are very taboo to say the word "death" when they go to the tomb.

At this time, Wang Haichuan had to believe it.

Just as Wang Haichuan finished speaking, he suddenly heard Chen Yibai's voice from the depths of the hall: "I'm here..."

"Mr. Chen?"

"Are you still alive?"

Everyone listened to Chen Yibai's voice suddenly coming from the darkness, like a great voice of salvation, and their eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and they almost jumped up on the spot with excitement.

However, when Chen Yibai's response came, there was also a sound of "clattering".

This sound felt familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Before everyone reacted, what was this "clattering" sound?

At the edge of the darkness illuminated by the firelight, many shadowy figures wearing bronze armor and holding weapons suddenly appeared. They were extremely fast, like gluttonous ghosts and wild beasts, rushing towards this side with murderous aura.

The speed was so fast that even the special forces team did not have time to draw their guns. At this moment, all the people could think of was regret. They regretted not listening to Chen Yibai and rushing in rashly.

Hope and despair, perhaps sometimes they are really in a flash.

Wang Haichuan watched a bronze axe blade with a cold glow coming down on his head. At this moment, Wang Haichuan's legs were heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he was directly controlled in place. He had already foreseen death in his heart, and his mind had already associated his head with the scene of being split in half by this axe blade.

"It's broken!"

At the same time, Chen Yibai's side

Just after responding to the archaeological team, the copper-armored ghosts that had been motionless around the altar suddenly rushed towards the archaeological team like a mad beast with ferocious murderous intent.

This is because the ghosts smelled the yang energy of the living. The ghosts who died in extreme pain carried deep resentment and evil spirits. After smelling the yang energy of the living, they would take the initiative to attack.

Chen Yibai was holding the soul-driving staff at this time, because through the soul-driving staff, he could "communicate" with these ghosts.

So Chen Yibai also strongly sensed the murderous intent of these ghosts towards the archaeological team.

There were a total of fifty-three copper-armored ghosts. If they rushed over like this, the entire archaeological team could be killed instantly like cutting melons and vegetables.

"Stop!"

In a hurry, Chen Yibai tightly grasped the soul-driving staff in his hand, gritted his teeth and roared hysterically, the blue veins on his neck were furious, and he suppressed the murderous intent of the ghosts towards the archaeological team with his consciousness.

Chen Yibai's roar resounded in the hall.

Wang Haichuan didn't dare to look directly at the axe blade that was coming down on him. He had already closed his eyes, waiting for death to come. Although a headshot might kill him miserably, he hoped it wouldn't be tooIn pain...

But suddenly, Chen Yibai's roar came to my ears again, and it seemed to be "Stop?" Although it was very imposing, why did it feel a bit funny?

These are all "ghosts"! They are thousand-year-old "zongzi"!

Even if you are a tomb raider, can you stop just like that?

The axe blade fell down, hanging with the sound of wind. Wang Haichuan had already clearly felt the falling axe blade blowing on his face with cold air, which frightened Wang Haichuan so much that his anus tightened, his whole body trembled, and his pelvic floor muscles contracted uncontrollably.

Oops, it seems that I am incontinent...

A warm current flowed down my thighs, and Wang Haichuan didn't care whether it was embarrassing or not. Anyway, everyone would die and no one would know.

It was just a few seconds of waiting, and the urine was finished. Why did it feel like time was frozen?

Wang Haichuan shivered all over again, frowned bitterly, and slowly opened his eyelids.

The sharp axe blade was still on his forehead, just one millimeter away from falling.

A bronze-armored figure standing in front of him held up a bronze axe, as if he was under a spell of immobilization, and did not move.

Then he squinted his eyes to the side, and the other bronze-armored figures also maintained a posture of interrupted attack, and did not move.

This made Wang Haichuan suddenly remember the angry shout of "stop" just now!

Could it be...

Before Wang Haichuan had time to think about it, he heard a sound of footsteps slowly coming here in the dead silence. Following the footsteps, he looked up and saw a familiar figure, holding a bronze sword in his left hand and a bone in his right hand, slowly walking out of the darkness.

This was none other than Chen Yibai!

Chen Yibai, who was walking over, looked at the archaeological team, with an evil smile on his face, and then waved the bone in his right hand in the air, and dozens of bronze-armored ghosts immediately put away their weapons and retreated backwards.

It was obvious that Chen Yibai was commanding these bronze armors!

Controlling the evil ghost soldiers with a wave of his hand?

This is so cool!

Aren't the legendary tomb raiders just tomb robbers? How could they have such a skill?

At this moment, Wang Haichuan was so excited that he wanted to kneel down to Chen Yibai and kowtow a few times.

Not just Wang Haichuan.

At this moment, everyone in the archaeological team was looking at Chen Yibai with a look of amazement.

They even dared not believe that everything they saw was real, not a fantasy of being possessed by evil spirits.