Strongest Guard

Lee Nanfang wasn't a grave robber, so the number of times he came into contact with tombs could be counted on one hand.    

    

The deepest memory he had was of him spying on him at eight hundred nights.    

    

At that time, he had encountered an open coffin.    

    

The person sleeping in the coffin was his own mother.    

    

At that time, he didn't know about this relationship. He was only thinking of teasing her and considering if he could take away some treasures.    

    

Looking back and forth, she only caught her eye in the end. The woman in the coffin hugged her hands and held the Jade Ruyi Scepter.    

    

Later on, why didn't he take the Jade Ruyi Scepter away? It was because the countless black snakes had flocked to the horse trough, leaving him with no time to take the treasures.    

    

However, a few days ago, when he was getting married to Aunt Yue …    

    

The white-clothed woman suddenly appeared. She didn't say anything and just handed the Jade Ruyi Scepter over to the two of them.    

    

Only then did Lee Nanfang say the words "my mom gave it to me because she thought I liked it".    

    

From this, it could be seen that Boss Lee had a special favorable impression towards the things inside the tomb.    

    

If he suddenly fell on top of another coffin and didn't find something good to take away, wouldn't that be letting him down?    

    

Holding the lighter in his hand, he circled the coffin in front of him, then turned his head and walked around the entire grave.    

    

Seeing that the lighter's metal head was burning hot, he slowly let go of his hand and plunged into darkness. However, his mind did not stop thinking.    

    

He did not know that feng shui science had the term "tomb under the coffin" in it.    

    

However, just by trying, he could roughly guess the origin of the current situation.    

    

The coffin was buried in the ground, and the tomb was built entirely, completely separating it from the surrounding soil.    

    

With gravity acting on them, they would sink deeper and deeper into the ground.    

    

This kind of settlement happened all the time, but it happened very slowly. Unless there was a huge earthquake, it would be possible to make things go up and down in the underground world.    

    

It just so happened that the Dong Province was the most stable part of the Earth's crust. In the thousands of years of history, the highest level of earthquakes that had occurred did not exceed level 4.    

    

An earthquake of this level could at most make the lamp on the roof shake a little. However, there was nothing else that could cause it to sink down to a depth of a few meters.    

    

According to the time and speed of the descent, the distance from the top of the tomb to the ground was about four to five meters.    

    

After the earth had been removed from where the grave had been dug, the entire tomb had sunk three meters into the ground.    

    

This was the height of a floor.    

    

It would take them at least a thousand years to reach such a state of natural settlement.    

    

Holy shit.    

    

The thousand year old ancient tomb, it was truly amazing!    

    

In that case, the tomb above was not intended to suppress anyone.    

    

A thousand years had passed, and the original grave was nowhere to be seen. Plus, this could be a Feng Shui treasure ground, so people would definitely take a fancy to it. This was why there was a coffin.    

    

Special situation, easy to explain.    

    

However, there was one thing that Lee Nanfang could not understand.    

    

This thousand year old ancient tomb in front of him.    

    

The five meter square tomb had flat walls and a floor covered with limestone. The place where the coffin was placed was also a three-step staircase that led up.    

    

Ordinary people do not get such treatment.    

    

The owner of the tomb was at least an official and noble person.    

    

In the middle of the tomb, there was a huge coffin that was two meters by one meter.    

    

Forged from ten thousand years of everlasting Gloomy Wood, this was the only way to withstand Lee Nanfang's weight of over a hundred Jin, without the slightest bit of damage.    

    

The lid of the coffin was made of a whole piece of wood. It was an ochre green color, and the texture was exquisite. There was a faint fragrance coming from it.    

    

It was the smell of camphor wood hanging at the four corners of the coffin lid. It was the smell of camphor wood hanging at the four corners of the coffin lid.    

    

All the indications were that the person buried here was at least an ancient rich man.    

    

However, why was there not a single piece of treasure to accompany the funeral?    

    

It was just like a palace with four walls. Other than a bed, nothing else could be seen.    

    

Thieves would cry themselves to death if they came.    

    

After all, he couldn't simply carry the bed. No, he could only sell this priceless coffin that was made from dark wood, right?    

    

Have you ever considered the psychological endurance of your tomb robber brothers?    

    

He was an unorthodox person and would not show mercy after death.    

    

Then you can't blame Boss Lee. Open up your coffin and speak properly.    

    

Lee Nanfang returned to the coffin without much hesitation.    

    

He clasped his hands and bowed deeply towards the ancient tomb.    

    

"Bro, meeting is fate. I came here with great difficulty to say hello to you, to release you from a thousand years of boredom. This is not something an ordinary person can do. For this reason, it would not be justified if you did not give me a good gift. So, don't blame me for disturbing you. "    

    

While he was talking, Lee Nanfang cleaned up the place, and the ashes on the coffin just fell down.    

    

Standing on the steps, he placed both hands on the lid of the coffin.    

    

Although the coffin made of dark wood was very sturdy, it was, after all, an opening item.    

    

The small coffin and the useless wax seal could not withstand the strength of Lee Nanfang's arms.    

    

Following a low shout.    

    

Crack! The lid of the coffin that had been sealed for who knows how many years was violently opened by Lee Nanfang.    

    

With a swoosh, endless corpse aura filled the entire tomb chamber.    

    

In ancient times, when Feng Shui Master moved a grave for someone, what she was most afraid of was the corpse aura.    

    

Once the cadaveric gas, which is in the scientific sense hydrogen phosphide, is inhaled into the lungs, the lightest is illness, the worst is insanity, and the worst is death on the spot.    

    

During the day, when Xiliang Village moved the earth and moved the graves, Great Elder went to save Old Man Wang's eldest son, and explained the dangers of the corpse aura to Yang Xiao.    

    

Many people couldn't see the corpse gas and didn't know what phosphine was.    

    

This was how the ancient saying of "upper body of ghosts" came into being.    

    

There were probably three types of corpse qi.    

    

The color was the lowest in terms of poison.    

    

As for black, it was absorbed into the body, causing one to hallucinate. Its actions were very strange, and it was commonly known as the upper part of a ghost's body.    

    

The most powerful and evil type was the red corpse aura. It was extremely rare, and once touched, one would die. There was simply no way to treat it.    

    

If the Great Elder was here, under the sufficient light, he would have been able to see that the red corpse gas that was spewing out of the coffin was from a corpse gas that would make it difficult for people to survive.    

    

Unfortunately, Lee Nanfang didn't learn any Profound Sect Arts, so he couldn't see those.    

    

Besides, the entire tomb was pitch black, and there was no hair to be seen, let alone a cloud of poisonous gas.    

    

Lee Nanfang only smelled a little rotten stench. All the poison was completely absorbed by the black dragon in his body.    

    

He had said it before, Lee Nanfang's indestructible body was closely related to the Black Dragon.    

    

Other than spring and poison, the Black Dragon had methods to dispel the poison.    

    

But even this elimination required the Black Dragon to consume its own energy.    

    

After all, no matter how special their existence was, no one would like to live inside the stinky poisonous gas.    

    

Red corpse gas, the poison was intense.    

    

As for the current Black Dragon, after the last incident within the Monarch Valley, its strength had decreased by more than half.    

    

He could still deal with a tiny bit of poison gas as he wished.    

    

However, when Lee Nanfang breathed, he ate the poison gas as if it was rice and swallowed it into his stomach. This was unbearable for the Black Dragon.    

    

The pitiful Black Dragon moved around Lee Nanfang's body like a fireman, absorbing the poison. It didn't even have the time to scold him.    

    

It was hard to say how long the Black Dragon could help Lee Nanfang resist with its current state.    

    

At the very least, Boss Lee did not sense any danger at all at first.    

    

All of his attention was focused on the thing inside the coffin.    

    

He waved his hand to dispel the stench of rotting flesh. After lighting up the lighter again, he saw a decayed corpse.    

    

There was nothing special about it.    

    

In the space between his waist, there was a small rectangular wooden box.    

    

The wooden box was of the same texture as the entire coffin, and appeared to be the object of the dead man's arms at the time of his burial.    

    

From head to toe, he saw that other than the skeleton, there was also the small wooden box.    

    

Any normal person here would make the same choice as Lee Nanfang and grab the wooden box.    

    

He placed it on his hand. It was heavy, black and red. There was no lock or mechanism on it. The edge of the groove was also sealed with wax.    

    

After the owner of this thousand year old tomb was buried, other than this small wooden case, he didn't bring anything else.    

    

It was enough to see how important this thing was to them.    

    

However, whether he wanted to take them away or not was up to him.    

    

Since ancient times, the thoughts of the rich were the most unfathomable.    

    

They were already tired of gold and silver. They would only bring some important memorabilia into the tomb when they died because they had a favorable impression of them.    

    

In case the tomb owner was infatuated, he grabbed a handful of his beloved woman's hair and put it in such a nice wooden box.    

    

It would be weird if Lee Nanfang didn't get entangled by the ghosts of his wrongdoers.    

    

If they were a civil servant of some ancient era and they didn't have much money after death, they would be buried together with their lifeline, hoping to become a complete person in the next life.    

    

Lee Nanfang would most likely be disgusted to death.    

    

Don't think this is a joke. In the Ming Dynasty, when the factory officials were buried, there were tomb robbers who took the opportunity to gain some benefits.    

    

As a result, after he opened the coffin, he found a small radish head and two meat balls and went crazy on the spot.    

    

This was something that had been recorded in the annals of history.    

    

"Hey, man, I opened your box and took a look. If there's anything that's important to you, I'll stay and take the little box with me. This thing could at least be sold for several hundred thousand yuan. I hope that you are not an ancient civil servant. "    

    

He apologized to the skeleton in the coffin.    

    

Lee Nanfang put away the lighter and took out the remnant soul Military Thorn that was tied to his leg.    

    

This Military Thorn was found by Leader Gong Jian and the others when it fell onto the Arctic Ice. It was only returned to him after Lee Nanfang had returned from the Flame Valley.    

    

He didn't expect that the next time he unsheathed the sword, it would be to help him steal the tomb's treasure.    

    

The Military Thorn's sharp blade carefully slashed open the wax seal around the wooden box. With a light pull, the wooden box's lid instantly opened.    

    

Lee Nanfang did not dare to touch it.    

    

Putting away the Military Thorn, he took out his lighter again and lit up the fire.    

    

However, just as the flame started to rise, before he could take a closer look at the contents of the wooden box, a gust of cold wind attacked him, causing the weak flame to suddenly extinguish.    

    

"Pa Da, Pa Da."    

    

The sound of the lighter switching on and off rang out frequently, yet at this moment, not a single spark could be seen.    

    

This thing is ruined.    

    

A lighter of one dollar each was wasted, so it wouldn't hurt Lee Nanfang's heart.    

    

The key point was that it was useless at the wrong time.    

    

More importantly, when the chilly wind blew on Lee Nanfang's neck, he instantly thought of a noun.    

    

Ghost Blows Out the Light.    

    

The entire tomb chamber was sealed off, only the top of the head had an opening. Why was there a horizontal stream of air?    

    

As the flow of air continued to increase, Lee Nanfang felt that it became harder and harder to breathe, as if someone was squeezing his neck.    

    

And inside his body, the Black Dragon was raging wildly, giving him a feeling of impending doom.