"No, I'm handcuffed. I'm sure I can't escape. Life and death are in the hands of others..." Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, "I still have to escape first, and I'll try my best later."

But before he could really escape, the commoner old man frowned and said, "What are you doing with the third-grade shackles? Do you want to tire him to death?"

"Didn't I say that there should be no damage to the skin, blood, bones, and flesh? He just built the foundation and replaced it with a second-grade one."

"Okay." The big man said, and then changed to a second-grade one.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and obediently let the group of people cuff him.

"Let's go." The old man said.

So the old man led the way, and a group of five people walked towards an abandoned mine not far away.

Around the mine, there are excavated stone chips that are both new and old, as well as long and narrow crane beak chisels.

Mo Hua had a thought in his mind.

These traces were almost identical to those he had seen on Gushan before. It seemed that these people were indeed the group of tomb robbers.

"Did they really find a tomb in the mine?"

"Are they taking themselves with them to the grave?"

"But why do you have to take yourself with you? You also require spirit, spirit, skin, blood, flesh and bones, intact. Could it be..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Approaching the entrance of the mine, several people took out their spiritual weapons and prepared to dig something, but before they started, one of the golden elixirs said:

"Wait, there's someone!"

Everyone was shocked, turned around, followed the sound, and saw a group of people walking not far away.

The person in front of him was a young man, dressed luxuriously, with a haughty face and an angry look on his face.

Ink painting recognized this person as Shen Qingsheng.

Behind him, there were five or six Shen family monks.

Shen Qingsheng saw the ink painting from a long distance away, pointed his finger and said in a sharp voice:
Chapter completed!