Excavations of the Kunlun Tomb of Gods and Ghosts resumed, and the entire network witnessed the national archaeological team's visit to the tomb.
But in the main tomb, no one found any cultural relics, but they dug out a sickly young man who was wearing old clothes and was so thin that only his bones were left.
The tide of zombies riots, the tomb robbers group takes advantage of the chaos to silence them, and the archaeological team is on the verge of being wiped out. Everyone in the audience thought he would not survive more than three seconds.
Zhang Jinling slowly raised his hand, took out a black golden talisman, wiped the blood from his fingertips on the surface of the talisman, his voice was hoarse like coffin boards rubbing against each other.
"Pick up the corpse and escort him."
The next second, nine thousand-year-old bronze coffins exploded simultaneously.
The nine invulnerable Blood Corpse Kings knelt in front of him and tore the tide of zombies into blood mist.
The live broadcast room completely exploded.
The Special Investigation Bureau sealed off the scene overnight, and the global tomb-robber syndicate was chasing after him crazily, but Zhang Jinling just coughed up a mouthful of black blood: "Look for a ten thousand year Tai Sui, my body is almost rotten to the core."
