Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

Hua Han patted Smith on the shoulder and sighed:

"To do what we do, it's to put your head on the waistband of your pants and mess around, maybe your head will fall off at some point."

"It's not uncommon to lose a partner.

"If I die here, I also hope that it won't give you a little bit of emotional ups and downs, now is not the time to be sad, this kind of emotion is more harmful than good for us now.

"Alright, put away all your bad emotions, strap on your weapons, and go.

Smith nodded, packing his weapon neatly.

The current team has grown from eight people at the beginning to three now.

With five fewer people to share their weapons, it was a bit of a struggle for Smith and Anderson.

The two left their best weapons behind, and the rest remained in place, keeping up with the advancing ranks.

Wang Kaixuan walked beside Huo Jilin, his face worried: "Huo Ye, you said, if this mechanism continues to be activated, will it trap us here forever?"

Huo Jilin chuckled and shook his head: "No, since he has a way to create this mechanism, then there is a way to break it." "

The burial chamber was not very large, but in a minute or two, the group walked into another burial hallway.

The tomb is very wide, and there are torches on both sides of the walls that have long since become unusable.

At the end was a huge bronze door, and on top of it was a golden dragon head that had been somewhat blackened.

The dragon's head was not small, about the size of three bowling balls, and it was carved so lifelike that it seemed to have been cut off from a dragon.

Wang Kaixuan let out a "wow", his eyes showed greed: "Such a big golden head, I don't know how much it is worth!

Hu Bayi smiled: "Fatty, it can put such a big dragon head here, there may not be anything better in it."

Wang Kaixuan's eyes have been on the dragon head, and he refuses to leave easily: "Then I can't take care of it, if there is something else, you divide it yourself, I will take a fancy to this, you see, I feel that the head of this dragon head is signed with my Wang Kaixuan's name."

Huo Jilin smiled and didn't speak, and said in his heart: During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the process of gold purification was very ordinary, and if it weren't for the year here, it wouldn't be worth much money at all.

Hua Han was striding forward, but was stopped by Hu Bayi:

"This place doesn't look simple, let's be careful."

Hua Han felt that Hu Bayi was reasonable, and hurriedly retracted half of the leg that he stepped out.

Smith took a few grenades from his backpack, poured out the gunpowder, picked up some dirt from the ground and stuffed it in, tied the grenades together, and threw them at the dragon's head.

"Whew!"

a flaming arrow stabbed straight at the grenade, shattering it in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Hua Han was stunned on the spot, and his face was full of shock.

Smith exhaled with palpitations: "Fortunately, I replaced the gunpowder in it with mud, otherwise, even if we were not fried into meat sauce, we would have been shocked to death by this shockwave."

"Click!"

Before everyone could react, the sound of bows and arrows on crossbows reached everyone's ears.

Hu Bayi immediately reacted, pulling Wang Kaixuan and Huo Jilin to run: "Run! This arrow can't be finished for a while!" Hearing

Hu Bayi's words, Hua Han immediately ran back with Anderson and Smith, and Shirley Yang didn't care about Sun Yaozu's injury, and dragged Sun Yaozu back to the same place.

Before everyone could finish evacuating, a flaming bow and arrow rushed straight towards the group.

Seeing this, Hua Han immediately took out his knife and cut the bow and arrow in half.

Wang Kaixuan was anxious and angry: "What the hell is this mechanism! It's been thousands of years! It hasn't aged yet!" Huo

Jilin looked at the arrows running towards Hua Han and the others: "This mechanism is aging, otherwise, there will be more than enough arrows to shoot, and most of us here have already been pierced by random arrows."

Hu Bayi looked at the direction in which the arrow was launched: "This thing is an artillery arrow, each arrow has been soaked in dragon oil, and the launch port is coated with gunpowder, no matter how young it is, as long as this mechanism can still move, the artillery arrow will not lose its effect." There

were more and more artillery arrows, and Hua Han was alone in front to buy time for the retreating people behind.

Seeing that there were more and more artillery arrows in the sky, Hua Han gradually couldn't support it, and the blood blisters on his body had been burned by the fire.

After everyone retreated to a safe place, Smith shouted at Hua Han, "Boss, come back quickly!"

Hua Han was attracted by Smith's shout, and an artillery arrow instantly pierced Hua Han's thigh.

"Ahh

Rao is as strong as a flower, and he was also stimulated by this intense pain to let out a scream that made his scalp tingle.

Seeing that the overwhelming rocket rain was about to tie Hua Han into a hedgehog, Huo Jilin immediately summoned Nezha, and a chaotic Aya wrapped Hua Han and sent him back to safety.

Huo Jilin immediately summoned the dragon, and the dragon at this time was still a phantom that only he could see.

The dragon hovered over Huo Jilin's body, increasing Huo Jilin's ability to resist water.

Huo Jilin raised his hands, and a stream of spring water rushed towards the rain of arrows like a monstrous wave.

Water and fire are mutually reinforcing and will never merge.

Several artillery arrows fell to the ground after being washed away by the water, like a pile of dead branches and leaves.

Soon, the last artillery arrow was also rushed to the ground by Huo Jilin.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon opened its mouth and sucked away the water accumulated on the ground.

After everything was done, Huo Jilin looked back at Hua Han.

Hua Han couldn't stop trembling, his face was already a little pale, and his forehead was densely covered with cold sweat.

Anderson was handling the arrows that had been pierced into her flesh, and with every movement, Hua Han let out a muffled snort of extreme pain.

Arrow wounds usually hurt nerves, and the pain is as if someone is cutting your flesh with a sharp blade.

It took a long time for Anderson to finally pull out the arrow on Hua Han's leg.

At this time, Hua Han's face was bloodless, and his lips were full of dead skin.

Smith regretted it, the dignified eight-foot man, tears and snot had a mushy face, and kept saying sorry.

After Anderson bandaged Hua Han's wound, he injected Hua Han with two more morphines to numb the wound.

Worried about the inflammation of Hua Han's wound, Anderson injected twice as much penicillin.

Hua Han broke out in a cold sweat in pain, extremely weak, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't delay the process because of me." "