The murals were incomplete, obviously not deliberately left for the purpose of inheriting art, and Yan Ning roughly guessed that these murals should have been left by the craftsmen who built the ancient tomb for King Gouwei. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the mural has clearly depicted the scene of a hundred people's pits, so where did the craftsmen who left these murals go?

The mural ended in a hurry, and Yan Ning was in no mood to look at it anymore, he didn't know that the ghost minister was lost in this soul ladder like him, and he was worried that the ghost minister would catch up.

Yan Ning racked his brains, and finally remembered that Meow Dabao had told him the way to crack the Soul Ladder, which was to climb with his eyes closed.

The principle of the Soul Ladder is nothing more than constantly changing the position of the reference, making the unlucky ghost in it disoriented, if Yan Ning closes his eyes, completely ignores the changes in the outside world, and walks forward with his head covered, he may be able to find an exit.

This is also the only way, Yan Ning has no choice but to turn off the flashlight and climb up in the dark.

After the flashlight was turned off, it was suddenly dark in the corridor, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Yan Ning could only hear a rustling in the corridor, although he was afraid in his heart, he still had to move forward.

In the dark, Yan Ning suddenly touched a cold hand, his heart suddenly sank, and he scurried down a few meters before stopping, and then listened carefully, but he didn't see a sound in his head.

What's the matter, whose hand did I touch just now? Yan Ning couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

There are many mechanisms in this tomb of King Gou, and the corpses and human-faced spiders he saw before have made Yan Ning have a trace of fear of the unknown, and now in this corridor where he can't see his fingers, he suddenly touched a cold hand, and even he didn't know whether this hand was a human or a ghost.

In the darkness, Yan Ning felt his scalp tingle, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.

"Damn, Lao Tzu is a Taoist priest, I'm afraid of a ball!"

Suddenly, Yan Ning scolded in a low voice, then turned on the flashlight, looked up, and saw that on Yan Ning's head, three corpses were crushed into a ball, blocking the corridor above.

The three corpses were dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but their palms were thick, and Yan Ning judged that these three people should be the craftsmen who built the mausoleum for King Gou.

And the murals on the rock wall of the Hanging Soul Ladder should also be left by them.

It's just that since they are in the mood to paint in the Hanging Soul Ladder, how could they die tragically here?

The corpses of the three people were like a ball of glutinous rice, which was strangely crumpled into a ball, blocking the exit, but due to the weathering of thousands of years, Yan Ning only touched it slightly, and the three corpses suddenly turned into flying ashes and fell on Yan Ning's body, Yan Ning didn't pay attention to it, and a lot of corpse ashes fell into his eyes and mouth, and he suddenly felt nauseous, and couldn't help but bow his head and retch.

Fortunately, Yan Ning still had the last jar of drinking water with him, and now he didn't care about anything else, so he poured it all into his mouth and rinsed his mouth.

"It's disgusting!" ran out of a whole bottle of water, and Yan Ning still felt a churning in his stomach.

Fortunately, the road on his head was finally cleared, and Yan Ning now just wanted to leave this weird soul ladder quickly.

After climbing less than ten meters upwards and pushing away a hidden stone slab, Yan Ning felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, only to see that outside the exit of the Soul Ladder, there was a huge tomb hall, about more than three hundred square meters in size, and the ever-bright lamp on the rock wall had been lit.

Around the underworld, there is a circle of dry ditches that are more than ten meters deep, and there are countless corpses lying densely below, these corpses are a few points bigger than Yan Ning and Bai Tong encountered before, and the smallest one is the size of a palm, which looks extremely terrifying.

A long stone bridge crosses the ditch and leads to the center, on which dragons and phoenixes are carved, and there are six bloodletting grooves on the bridge, on which are placed six different white bones.

"Three animals reach the sky, three birds reach the earth?" Yan Ning raised his eyebrows, this King Gouwei didn't seem to be a fool, he knew that he had done too many bad things in his life, so he had to use this method to protect his tomb.

In ancient times, when the mausoleum was built, after the construction of the underground palace was completed, pigs, cattle and sheep were slaughtered in the tomb, and the three birds were tied to the ground, in order to invite the creatures near the ancient tomb, and please God to give peace to this place, so that the tomb owner could rest in peace and not be disturbed.

This saying is called "three animals reach the sky, and three birds reach the earth".

The exit of the Soul Ladder was located about ten meters above the Hades Temple, Yan Ning took out the rope from his backpack, and after fixing it slightly, he jumped down from the exit and landed lightly in front of the Hades Temple.

"This is King Gouwei's Hades Palace, Xiaoya, why haven't they arrived yet?" After Yan Ning landed, he looked left and right, and muttered to himself suspiciously.

In the emperor's tomb, the underworld hall is the place where the emperor's coffin is stored, Yan Ning looked at the back of the stone bridge, and at the end of the ever-bright lamp, there was a copper-horned gold coffin.

Yan Ning has heard of the copper-horned golden coffin for a long time, and the legend says that the whole body is made of copper, and it is also mixed with chicken blood when it is built, which is used to prevent the corpse in the coffin from defrauding the corpse.

"Strange, didn't King Gou Wei want to be resurrected, why did he arrange this bronze horn and gold coffin for himself, isn't it a contradiction?"

Yan Ning frowned, looked at the copper horn, and fell into deep thought.

The corpses in the ditch smelled Yan Ning's breath of life, and gradually began to riot, all gathered in the direction of Yan Ning, but despite the huge number, they still couldn't climb out of the pit.

"What is the point of existence of a corpse that can't climb out of the ditch?"

Yan Ning came to the ditch, looked down, saw the dense corpses, and thought that if he fell, he might be eaten in the blink of an eye.

After thinking to no avail, Yan Ning said to himself depressedly: "It would be good if the king heaven gave them at this time!"

After all, he is just a Taoist priest, although he has a little study of feng shui, but he is really a layman about this inverted fight, and he can't think about it hard, Yan Ning can only grit his teeth:

"I can't think of a way to crack it, so let's break through, I want to see how powerful this Gouwei King is!"

Yan Ning unloaded his backpack, threw his equipment aside, pulled out the Soul Breaking Knife, took a deep breath, slowly raised his feet, and stepped onto the stone bridge.

Click......

There was a sound of a machine, Yan Ning didn't have time to regret it, the platform behind him actually sank in an instant, surrounded by corpses, Yan Ning saw that there was no way back, so he could only rush forward.

The stone bridge is about ten meters long, and every time Yan Ning takes a step, he feels that he has touched the mechanism, first the dark crossbows flying around, and then the stone piles that emerge from the floor.

"What should I be, it means this!"

Yan Ning smiled confidently, and with a slight wave of his hand, thirty-six golden needles formed a barrier around his body, easily blocking the crossbow arrows that were shooting at him, and the clanging sound was endless, Yan Ning's body was as light as a swallow, stepping on the protruding stone pile, and rushed to the other side of the stone bridge in one breath. (To be continued.) )