The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 110 Cave Burial
Li Miao, Yin Minjun and Yong Jie finally jumped into the cave. They used the stone walls to push themselves down, and after sliding down eighty feet, they saw a pool of water below.

Some people who were not good at Qinggong were unable to react and fell into the water. Even with the protection of the Zhoutian Qi, they couldn't help but shiver.

"This water! Why is it so cold!"

Li Miao slapped Yin Minjun and Yong Jie in mid-air, sending them flying to the shore. He also used the force to fly to the shore.

Lao Qifeng was standing on the shore, looking into the distance, with steam rising from his body. The Beggars' Sect's "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" was extremely masculine and powerful, and he was using this pure yang energy to steam dry his clothes.

"Master Li, we are in big trouble."

He said without turning his head.

After what happened before, everyone present had already begun to think that he and Li Miao were the leaders, so he only talked to Li Miao.

Li Miao walked up to him, looked around, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Wow, this is quite a scene."

They were standing on the edge of a stone platform, with stalactites hanging from above and water dripping from time to time. This pool of water must have accumulated over time. Under this stone platform was a cave that stretched out in the darkness and had no end in sight.

And in this cave, there are countless coffins densely packed together.

The Miao people call cave burial "Badongshe".

It refers to the custom that after death, the body is not buried in the ground, but placed in a coffin, which is then carried into a cave by young men for burial. Judging from the number and shape of the coffins, it is probably the ancestral tomb of the twelve branches of the Miao ethnic group.

After the cave burial, no living people were allowed to enter, let alone outsiders like them.

If they were discovered by the Miao people, they would have a mortal enemy with all the Miao people. At that time, what they would have to guard against was not the flash of swords and sabers, but the strange and bizarre witchcraft that could penetrate any hole.

But Li Miao just smiled softly.

"Boss Lao, even if the Miao people don't cause trouble for us, we will still cause trouble for them, right?"

Lao Qifeng sighed softly. He was also an old hand, so he naturally had some guesses in his mind.

"Too."

"The art of witchcraft has been passed down from generation to generation by the Miao people. Others cannot learn it even if they want to."

"The tomb of the Miao King, the news about the wedding dress magic, the insider who killed people and planted poisonous insects... I was greedy for a moment and fell into the trap. If I can save my life, I will naturally repay it."

Having said that, Lao Qifeng turned and looked at Li Miao.

"Let's explore forward first. Since we can put the coffin in, there must be an exit."

"Okay." Li Miao replied.

After the people who fell into the pool came ashore and their clothes were steamed dry, everyone went down the stone platform together and walked forward along the wall of the cave.

In the middle, you will naturally pass by those densely packed coffins.

Everyone up there witnessed the dangers of witchcraft with their own eyes, and saw the corpse of the "Pupa Girl" containing poisonous insects. They were still worried, and when they passed by the coffins, they carefully avoided them, for fear that something would suddenly pop out of them.

Fortunately, these coffins seemed to be just ordinary coffins, and nothing happened when everyone walked halfway through them.

In the huge cave, only the sound of people's footsteps and the sound of water dripping on the stalactites echoed continuously.

Lao Qifeng, who was walking in the front, could already faintly hear the sound of water coming from the front.

Where there is flowing water, there is a way out.

Just when everyone was gradually letting go of their worries.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

Lao Qifeng turned around suddenly and saw Yuan Yuang, the lone swordsman who had been surrounded by the crowd just now. He was now pale and holding the hilt of the sword.

He had just been between life and death, and knew that he had only a way out, so he let it go for the time being. If something happened again later, everyone would bring up the past and blame him.

Worried and distracted, he passed by a coffin and the scabbard on his waist touched it. The coffin had been stored in the cave for who knows how long and had long since decayed. Just a slight touch and a hole appeared immediately.

He was about to dodge as if by reflex, but saw Lao Qifeng suddenly raise his hand and gesture to stop him.

Lao Qifeng had just led the way into the cave, and had already established his prestige.

Seeing his actions, Yuan Yuang stopped abruptly and stood still, but cold sweat kept flowing down his face.

At this moment, a faint sound came from the open coffin.

Click, click.

From the coffin, the lid was broken open and a pitch-black arm stretched out.

"Hold!"

"Is this still Da Shuo?!"

"Yuan Yuang! Your mother!"

Everyone cursed in their hearts, not daring to make a sound, and slowly moved away from the coffin.

The people in the martial arts world have all seen the world, and those present are all the best among them. Even if they are hit by swords and knives, they will not even blink.

But who the hell has ever seen a ghost!

The coffin was rotten, and the bones of the corpse inside should have been rotten. How could it still stretch out a hand?
There are hundreds of coffins here. If all of them are like this and jump out at the same time, we can just beat ourselves to death!
Just when everyone was sweating profusely and their hearts were pounding, waiting for anything unusual to happen so that they could escape immediately.

Li Miao strode over.

"Master Li!" Lao Qifeng shouted softly.

Li Miao waved his hands back without saying anything.

He walked to the arm, looked at it carefully, and actually reached out and held the arm!
"What the hell!" everyone was shocked.

Li Miao didn't seem to exert any force, but just gave a light squeeze, and the arm broke directly, leaving only a palm and half of the forearm in Li Miao's hand.

The palm was still slowly grasping and stretching, and the wrist was even shaking.

Several people felt like vomiting, but Li Miao didn't waver at all. Instead, he looked them up and down and threw his arm on the ground.

Bang!
He reached directly into the coffin, fumbled around for a while, and suddenly lifted it up!

He actually grabbed out a dark, skinny, skinny corpse! It was struggling slowly in his hands!

"!!!"

At this point, even Lao Qifeng cursed in his heart.

Li Miao didn't care about their reactions, but looked seriously at the corpse that seemed to be still alive, looking it up and down.

Then he used his palms like a knife to cut open the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

Wow~
From that cavity, insects fell down like flowing water, struggled for a few times, and then stopped moving.

Li Miao squatted down, picked up one, looked at it for a moment, and threw it on the ground.

He didn't say anything, just twirled his fingers and thought secretly.

"The poisonous insects in this corpse...are they the same type as the Ming Cult's poisonous soldiers?"

"The degree of decay of these coffins shows that they have been here for a hundred years. Shouldn't the Ming Cult have invented the Gu Soldiers fifteen years ago, after the Ming Cult suffered a heavy blow?"

"Ji Tianrui, according to Yun Zelin, he is most likely still alive... What is his relationship with the Twelve Branches of the Miao Family?"

"Ji... This surname is very rare. Where did he come from?"

(End of this chapter)