Hiss!

The other men gasped, and they were dripping with cold sweat when they saw what happened. Two of the scholars sat on the ground in fright and urinated their pants.

‘The vicious monk had killed without giving that man a chance. This is not a monk; he is clearly a devil.’

“Which of you can understand the texts on this chest?” Donoghue glanced around and asked coldly.

The men looked at each other, but none of them dared to stand up. They would die if they said the wrong thing. Who would dare to step out and risk death?

“F*ck! You are all experts in various areas, yet you can’t understand these two texts?” Donoghue clenched his fists; he saw red.

The Sea Mackie Clan had guarded the stone chest for thousands of years. It contained not only some strange power, but it also had signs of life. It must be an important piece of treasure. However, Donoghue was irritated that he could not open it.

in the yard,

as if they had been given amnesty. One of them was Jack, a tomb raider. He was horrified, and his eyes rolled the moment

raiding tombs. He was the most adept at cultural relics and

was fearful of the monk, so he dared not talk nonsense even if he knew about

“You!”

Jack’s micro-expression could not escape Donoghue’s eyes. He raised his hand and

stopped in place. He

asked,

strangely; he must know some

profusely. He mumbled, “How would I know that, Sir? I raided some small tombs, and I don’t know much. The texts on the chest are very archaic at

said that. He tried his

at the same time, he saw the texts on it. Jack was once an elite of the

that the person in front of him was a cruel man. He would lose

“You don’t know?”

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