There were more than a dozen stone coffins of various sizes in the ancient tomb, and they were surrounded by white bones. In this extremely cold place, everyone shivered.
"I don't know who's so vicious that they're actually buried together with him. Let's go out. Ordinary people can't touch this kind of tomb." Guan Yi pondered for a moment and frowned.
"It's not like we haven't made a fortune from the dead before, but this place is really too strange. Let's go out." Someone followed and spoke. Wu Tielong pursed his lips and did not speak. A bold guess appeared in his heart. When he went up to push open the stone coffin, he could not maintain his calm expression. He was so shocked that he could not close his mouth for a long time.
"The evil one isn't the tomb's owner, it's our village chief," Wu Tielong spat out these words after a long time. The others looked at each other and hurried forward. They saw gray hares and countless frozen birds frozen in the stone coffins.
