Strongest Guard

This word was once widely spread because of a certain singing's online literary works.    

It was said that when tomb robbers dug up graves in the ancient times, they would place a fire lantern in the corner of the tomb chamber.    

When the lights came on, they began to search for treasures.    

If the lights were extinguished, it would mean that the owner of the grave did not like their arrival. Or perhaps they took something that they should not have taken, making the owner angry.    

At this time, professional tombs robbers would put down the things in their hands and immediately leave.    

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave in this lifetime.    

It was the lord of the tomb who had the final say on whether or not the lamps were lit or extinguished. This was how the 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' came to be.    

In reality, when the flame was extinguished, it was not because a ghost blew out the flame.    

A ghost was afraid of bright fire, that was a matter that everyone knew.    

Unless the ghost's brain went crazy, it would lie down next to the flame and blow on it.    

The reason why grave robbers use this method to assist their own work is to judge the air quality in the tomb chamber.    

When there is a lack of oxygen in the tomb, the flames that fall to the ground go out.    

This proved that there was not much oxygen left for the living to breathe and that they had to withdraw immediately.    

If he delayed it just a little longer, he would be in danger of dying from suffocation in the tomb.    

Lee Nanfang should know about this.    

However, his heart was completely captivated by the treasure in the wooden box. He did not even think about it.    

He couldn't light the lighter. He only thought that it had been used for a long time and was wasted due to overheating.    

The cold wind was blowing, but it was actually because of his own breathing that caused the airflow in the tomb to become heavier.    

As for the idea of someone strangling him, it was an illusion caused by the difficulty of his breathing.    

The only real thing was the irascibility of the Black Dragon in his body.    

The Black Dragon's strength was greatly reduced. It needed time to recuperate, so it stayed here like a firefighter, helping Lee Nanfang to clear the corpse poison that was absorbed into his body.    

After busying himself for a long time, he did not see this fellow and had the thought of leaving as soon as possible.    

It would be strange if the Black Dragon didn't go crazy.    

If not for its connection to Lee Nanfang's life, it would have gone on strike a long time ago.    

As the oxygen in the tomb became thinner, the amount of poison gas that Lee Nanfang breathed into his body also increased. With the Black Dragon's irritation and the feeling of suffocation mixed together, he finally understood that he had to leave this damn place as soon as possible.    

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse!"    

He thought to himself as he reached his hand into the wooden box.    

The place where the tentacles touched was soft and smooth.    

Clenching it tightly, it was clearly something similar to a scroll.    

Since it wasn't some disgusting thing, he would of course not refuse it. He took it out and put it in his pocket.    

After locking the wooden box, he felt around in the dark and returned the object to its original position in the coffin.    

Next, he bent down and lifted up the huge coffin.    

This flurry of actions was enough to send the Black Dragon into a frenzy.    

If it could speak, it would be cursing loudly, "You still want to clean up the scene of the crime? Can't you at least guess what it's doing? It's more important for you to run for your life."    

It wasn't that Lee Nanfang didn't know, but there were some things that he had to do.    

He had already taken the thing that the deceased valued the most, so he should return the dead man's peace.    

Besides.    

If you don't fasten the coffin, how are you going to step on the coffin and jump back into the hole above and escape?    

He only needed to wait for the coffin to be covered once more.    

Lee Nanfang also realized that he didn't have much chance of surviving.    

Only then did he remember to hold his breath to minimize the oxygen consumption.    

It was precisely this method that reduced the rate at which the corpse poison was inhaled, giving the Black Dragon a chance to catch his breath.    

The two of them came from the same source, so when their lives were at stake, they would certainly use their strength in the same direction.    

He waited until Lee Nanfang climbed onto the lid of the coffin and stood firmly on his feet, then burst out with the usual jumping power, telling him that he had succeeded — —    

He successfully grabbed two pieces of dirt from the edge of the tunnel above his head and fell down once more.    

It's over.    

Lee Nanfang had only thought of how to get here and how to go back.    

He ignored an important question.    

It was impossible for him to find a way to borrow power from those tunnels that went straight up and down.    

Coming down was easy.    

If he wanted to crawl back, he might as well think about how to fly.    

After his second attempt was fruitless, Lee Nanfang gave up on the idea of going back the way he came.    

The meaningless jumping on the spot could only speed up the time for him to suffocate to death. The most important thing was to find another way out.    

The five meter square tomb was paved with limestone.    

The surrounding walls were also made up of a thin layer of stone slabs.    

If he could break through the surrounding stone slabs and dig a way out from the side, it would definitely be better than staying here and waiting for his death …    

The key point was, which way was the fastest way to go in such a big place?    

Lee Nanfang stepped on the coffin for the third time and jumped up straight. He stuck his head into the top passageway and took a deep breath of fresh air.    

After landing again, he ran his hands along the edge of the tomb as fast as he could to find the loose stone slabs.    

Since this tomb had been here for a thousand years, then there must have been a place where it had been separated from the soil outside and a hole had appeared.    

As long as they found it, they had to wait. What was this?    

Lee Nanfang only walked around the tomb chamber for half a circle, but before he found the actual hole, he suddenly felt something slippery.    

The tentacles were cold and slightly sticky.    

In his memory, it had just snowed heavily yesterday. Otherwise, when he walked out of the taxi this morning, he wouldn't have been splashed with muddy water from the ambulance passing by.    

The weather turned warm and the snow melted quickly.    

It was not impossible for snow to seep through the cracks in the brick walls.    

As for the other parts of the wall, they were extremely dry, and only the liquid that seeped through them could be seen. Then, the wall behind this bluestone slab of stone must be the empty space that he painstakingly searched for.    

However, no matter how he touched the liquid, it didn't feel like just snow seeping through.    

Forget it, there was no need to care about all that.    

With a goal in mind, Lee Nanfang no longer hesitated and waved his arm fiercely with one hand into a fist.    

Even a thin layer of limestone was unable to block his fist.    

With a crashing sound, wet soil fell down from behind the wall.    

He immediately used both hands and feet to open even larger buttons, continuously digging at the soil in front of him, digging out a path that slanted upwards.    

The entire process was extremely arduous.    

In Lee Nanfang's entire life, this was only the first time he went to the northern border's Shule Ancient City and went on a mission to find a missing satellite.    

But at that time, he could pop his head out of the ground and take a breath of fresh air at any time.    

However, ever since he drilled the tunnel, not to mention the fresh air, even the toxic corpse gas, he couldn't breathe in.    

Underground, there was no water, and the Black Dragon's effects were minimal.    

Lee Nanfang was relying on his willpower to keep moving up to the surface.    

He felt as if a century had passed, as if he could no longer hold on, and his Xiliang Mountain was being completely buried alive.    

He unconsciously waved his hand and dug out a handful of soil. At the same time, he also grabbed onto a piece of soft cloth.    

"Someone's here?"    

At that moment, a weird idea popped into Lee Nanfang's mind. He stretched out both of his hands and pulled with all his might.    

If he was surrounded by solid layers of soil, he wouldn't be able to move at all.    

Following his movements, the layers of earth on both sides of the tunnel suddenly loosened. The place where his shoulders rested felt like a landslide.    

He had broken open a huge cave.    

Lee Nanfang and the person he caught fell in together.    

Countless corpses, disturbed, flapped their wings and made hissing sounds.    

Lee Nanfang just happened to lie in the pile of bugs.    

As for the corpse on top, it flipped over and smashed onto his body with its face facing him.    

Lee Nanfang didn't have the habit of kissing the corpse, so he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth.    

He opened his mouth and kissed the back of the corpse's hand. At the same time, a slightly damp and cold air was ejected from the corpse's mouth and nose.    

It was Lee Nanfang, who lacked the oxygen supply. He involuntarily opened his nose and took a deep breath.    

It was hard to say what the smell was, but it was true that he would not suffocate to death.    

But was this person alive or dead?    

How could he breathe out?    

Within the pitch-black wormhole, nothing could be seen.    

While Lee Nanfang was stunned, the corpses that had been around for countless years began to move.    

It seemed that their lives were disturbed by the guy in front of them twice.    

The first time he fell into the grave, the tremors caused by his fall were like an earthquake, scaring the corpses into fleeing in all directions.    

When he realized that his surroundings were safe, he would return to his lair and prepare to rest.    

Not long after that, he broke open their doors.    

If they could spare Lee Nanfang like this, wouldn't they be dead? The reputation of the army in the insect world.    

Countless small insects swarmed over, wanting to drown Lee Nanfang and tear him to shreds.    

Logically speaking.    

"Corpses are for food, you should eat the corpses that are on Lee Nanfang's body first."    

He didn't know why these little bugs would always perfectly avoid the body and only target Lee Nanfang.    

Did he really think Boss Lee was easy to bully?    

Don't forget, he still has a Black Dragon in his body that can make all beasts submit to him.    

Draconic beasts were the gods. Insects were also beasts. The consequences of offending a god should not be too good.    

The Black Dragon merely let out a low roar from Lee Nanfang's Dantian.    

The corpses that had just climbed up were shocked by the dragon's roar before they even had time to open their mouths.    

If it had to be explained with science.    

This was equivalent to Lee Nanfang releasing a special sound wave from his abdomen, startling the corpses.    

The renowned Corpse Army in the insect world were frightened by the strange frequency of the sound wave. They scattered in all directions to escape, digging their way out of the surrounding soil.    

In the outside world, Old Man Wang was swinging his hoe and chopping down on the grave.    

He found out that the whole grave was shaking, it was actually Lee Nanfang who pulled away the body under the head and broke through the wormhole, causing the small scale collapse.    

He waited for Old Man Wang to crawl to the Great Elder's side.    

Everyone saw the corpses rolling around on the ground. Frightened by the Black Dragon, they frantically took them out.    

Lee Nanfang, who was underground, also felt the movement around him.    

He knew that he was still underground. If he didn't hurry up and think of a way to escape, he would be buried alive and suffocated to death sooner or later.    

Fortunately, this wormhole was large enough to allow him to stand up.    

As for the corpse in his arms, no matter who it was, it had saved Boss Lee's life at the critical moment.    

How could he not repay such a favor?    

After he left, he would inevitably have to give him another glorious burial.    

At the very least, it should be given to the coffin. It would not just be buried in the ground like this.    

Thus, Lee Nanfang carried the corpse and used all his strength to break through the last obstacle and leaped out from underground.    

After he landed, he panted for a long time before calming down his restless heart.    

He slowly put down the corpse in his arms and a flashlight beam shot over.