When he woke up, Feng Wujiu found himself lying in an ancient bronze coffin with a beautiful female corpse nestled next to him.
"Crunch——"
The lid of the coffin was pried open, and three faces came in, two thin and one fat.
The fat man was horrified: "Damn it! The corpse has been raised! Hurry up and stuff the black donkey's hoof into his mouth!"
Tianzhen stepped back repeatedly: "Brother, quickly break the neck of this big rice dumpling!"
The hooded boy, who had always been cold and invincible, was holding the black gold ancient sword tightly at this moment, trembling all over: "No... I can't beat him, I don't even have the courage to draw the sword."
Feng Wujiu sat up speechlessly and looked at this group of tomb robbers. Since I can't pretend anymore, I have to show my full strength!
But after following them down to the ground, Feng Wujiu discovered that the tombs in this world were all in chaos. Bad handsome Yuan Tiangang? The sword demon seeks defeat alone? Qing Dynasty Obai?
Okay, okay, this is how you play, right? Big guys from all over the world, are you ready to welcome your ancestor's crazy gold rush?
