In the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family, after the torch was lit, it stretched all the way and lit up towards the depths. What appeared in front of Zhao Feng was a spiral form, a staircase facing down, three zhang wide. The hard and sturdy steps have also spread all the time.

This cemetery is not the first time Zhao Feng has entered, but it is definitely the heaviest one. Silently, he stepped on each step, heading underground. The flickering torches gradually stretched the figures of the six of them. After walking for a full quarter of an hour, they entered the ground nearly a hundred zhang deep before they finally saw a huge stone gate. Zhao Feng hesitated for a moment, and pressed his bloodstained palm against an inconspicuous wall tile by the stone gate. Just as he pressed it, a blood-colored handprint landed on the wall tile. The two huge stone doors shook suddenly, and slowly opened on their own.

Although the door was opened, Zhao Feng did not enter, but stood at the door. He stood still for a quarter of an hour, no more, no less. He just walked in, and the wind behind him surprisingly didn't speak. Watching Zhao Feng walk in, the two puppets beside him also followed, and then Feng Lao took the other two puppets.

Once inside, there is a huge square. On the square are stone platforms, and on top of the stone platforms, there are sarcophagi, and the two are carved out as one. Zhao Feng walked to the side of the wall and knocked lightly three times, and the wall was recessed, revealing the incense hidden inside. He took out three sticks, lit the incense, and walked to the great censer at the door. However, he did not insert the incense into the censer, but threw it directly into the censer. At this time, he was on his knees, not on the futon in front of the incense burner. He kowtowed respectfully four times before standing up.

"There are a thousand and eight steps, and you need to step on every step. On top of the stone gate at the entrance, there are countless mechanisms, which will be triggered when touched. When the door is opened, the back of the door will be filled with poisonous gas. And it takes a quarter of an hour for the gas to dissipate. To enter the door, you need to burn three special incense sticks to synthesize the poisonous gas in the incense burner. If incense is inserted, the poison gas will be released. There is also a mechanism under the futon on the ground, which should vibrate the incense burner, right? You kowtow four times instead of three, which is obviously not in line with etiquette. The people who built this cemetery really wasted a lot of scheming. Feng Lao suddenly said loudly.

"Probably he didn't expect that there would be descendants of the Zhao family, and after becoming the patriarch, they would also betray the bones of their ancestors. Zhao Feng laughed at himself, and then made a gesture of invitation to Feng Lao.

Feng Lao walked into the square and glanced at the sarcophagus passing by a few times. After only walking for a long time, he showed a disappointed expression, obviously none of the sarcophagi met his expectations. At this moment, he suddenly saw a red sarcophagus in the corner. He walked straight towards the red sarcophagus. After three circles around the sarcophagus, Feng Lao stopped. He found that the red color on the sarcophagus was not a problem with the stone, but a stain of blood.

"Who is this man?" asked Elder Feng.

"An ancestor of the Zhao family, Zao Wou-Ki. Zhao Feng walked closer, checked the handwriting on the sarcophagus, and then said. But in his life, there is nothing to say. ”

Following the position pointed out by Zhao Feng, Feng Lao saw the place where the name was engraved on the sarcophagus. Comparing the other sarcophagi, this red sarcophagus has only a simple name. The other sarcophagi are marked with these generations and names, as well as a brief biography and even the achievements achieved and the exercises they are good at.

"It's kind of interesting. Feng Lao muttered to himself, and he reached out and pressed it against the sarcophagus. As his palm was lowered, the blood on the sarcophagus, as if alive, began to flow, gathering towards Feng Lao's palm. But soon, all the blood color faded, as if it had encountered a natural enemy. The blood color of the entire sarcophagus gradually surged towards the sarcophagus, and the color on the outside gradually returned to normal. "Still want to run?"

A strong blood aura, mixed with an evil aura, surged from Feng Lao's hand on the sarcophagus towards the sarcophagus. The color that had just been restored was smeared with blood again, only this time the blood was even deeper. Feng Lao suddenly withdrew his palm, and his hands began to seal. One by one, blood-colored runes smashed towards the sarcophagus. With each additional rune, the lid of the sarcophagus will tremble. Feng Lao jumped up and sat directly on the sarcophagus. Countless blood surged out of Feng Lao's body, dripping on the sarcophagus and seeping into the interior of the sarcophagus. Feng Lao sat for three days.

And in the past three days, people have appeared at the gate of the Zhao family one after another. But they didn't pour in, but gathered outside the Zhao family, watching everyone who came in and out. Compared with the idleness of the Tang Dynasty and the waste of time, the old man is busy and can't live.

At this moment, Feng Laoduan sat on the sarcophagus, and as his blood continued to drip down, he sank into the sarcophagus. Noises began to appear in the sarcophagus, as if someone was constantly banging on the inner walls of the sarcophagus. In a short time, a powerful force slammed into the lid of the sarcophagus. When the lid was about to be opened, Feng Lao suddenly pressed down and sealed the coffin again. The power of the inner roof of the sarcophagus is getting bigger and bigger, but the time is getting longer and longer.

After three days, the sarcophagus finally calmed down. However, Feng Lao was unmoved, and sure enough, just an hour later, the sound of hitting the sarcophagus lid sounded again. "Establish the right world, blood determines the soul, the world guides, and the soul is cast. Feng Lao's hands were sealed, and he slapped it fiercely on the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus, which had been half-topped, slowly fell, and a sigh came out before the lid was closed.

"Blood calling. Feng Lao jumped up again, stood upside down, and took a picture of the seal. The lid on the sarcophagus flew out directly, and a blood-red figure slowly stood up from the sarcophagus.

"Little guy, you betrayed me?" the figure stood in the sarcophagus, looked at Zhao Feng, who looked a little nervous, and asked. His voice was deep, with a hint of magnetism and a hint of gentleness.

"I'm sorry, Ancestor. Zhao Feng knelt on the ground with a "poof", slammed it hard, and then said.

"Do you regret it?" the man asked again.

"I'm sorry, Ancestor. But I don't regret it. Zhao Feng still knelt on the ground and said.

"You have some responsibility, and you are not worthy of the position of the head of the family. The living are always more useful than the dead. You're doing it right. The man sighed. He walked out of the sarcophagus lightly and walked to Zhao Feng's side in the void. He bent down and helped Zhao Feng up.