"If I'm not mistaken, this place isn't empty at all; it should be completely full," Jiang Fu said confidently.

The scarred man pulled a bottle of cow tears from his backpack, intending to share it with everyone and apply it to their eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps rose all over his body. A strong sense of life and death made him roll on the spot, spilling cow tears all over the ground.

As he stood up, he saw a giant black snake above his head, flicking its long, thin tongue at him.

"Snake!" the scarred man shouted, and immediately fired a shot at the black snake.

Jiang Fu immediately raised his gun and fired at Black Snake.

However, an even stranger scene unfolded.

As the bullets approached Black Snake, the air seemed to thicken, enveloping all the bullets in the viscous air and leaving them suspended in mid-air, none of them hitting Black Snake.

The scarred man stopped firing, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him, swallowing hard. "Jiang Fu, what the hell did you bring us here? You told me the Dragon Tomb was the tomb of an old emperor who was good at accumulating wealth, how do you explain this?"

The scarred man looked at the black snake with nervousness. This black snake was the largest snake he had ever seen, and what was more, it could actually fly in the sky.

He noticed that the black snake's body wasn't coiled around anything at all; it was a flying snake, and everything here was completely abnormal.

Everything here is completely inconsistent with the funeral rites of ancient emperors. Although he knew little about archaeology, he had robbed many tombs and still had some basic common sense.

Jiang Fu ignored the scarred man and looked at the black snake in front of him, feeling inexplicably excited. He had really found the Dragon Tomb.

The black snake slowly approached. The scarred man and Jiang Fu stood frozen in place. The rest of the crowd, hearing the gunshot, rushed over. The black snake, drawn to their attention, suddenly flew towards the chaotic crowd.

The scarred man seized his opportunity and ran towards the door.

Jiang Fu rolled over and picked up the bottle containing the cow tears. There was still some left in the bottle, which he quickly wiped on his eyes.

A cool, stinging sensation shot through his eyes. He opened them, and what he saw before him caused his chest to heave violently; he was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

He saw countless dragons, an endless array of dragons.

"Hahaha, I did it! I found it!"

"What the hell did you find?" The scarred man ran back to Jiang Fu's side. He wanted nothing more than to shoot Jiang Fu, but it seemed that Jiang Fu was the only one who knew the truth.

"You ran away, why are you back again!" Jiang Fu gave him a cold look and walked towards the dragon.

"Pah! Jiang Fu, you better explain yourself clearly, where exactly is this place?" The scarred man was speechless. It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but when he got to the door, he found that the air there seemed to be an invisible barrier. The door was right in front of him, but he couldn't get out no matter what he did.

"Dragon Tomb!"

"Dragon Tomb? Don't try to fool me, this isn't the tomb of some ancient emperor at all."

Jiang Fu ignored him, handed the bottle of ox tears to the scarred man, and stopped in front of the dragon.

The scarred man hesitated for a moment, then took the bottle, wiped the cow tears on his eyes, and then froze.

dragon!

Countless dragons!

Countless dragons!

Dragons exist only in myths and legends.

His throat suddenly went dry. All along the way, he thought he had the reins in, but it turned out that Jiang Fu had been playing him for a fool.