Shan Ling woke up in a daze, raised his head, opened his eyes and met a pair of crimson eyes, a confused face in front of him, frightened him to tremble, opened his mouth and shrank back, the back of his head hit the floor, his head hurt, his eyes were dark, and he fainted again.

Floating on Shan Ling's body is a translucent afterimage, his face is a little blurred, a pair of red eyes are flashing in the dark, his body is slender, his lower body is looming, he can't see his feet, he saw that Shan Ling knocked himself unconscious, and the translucent shadow did not react at all.

"Papapa" heavy footsteps sounded at the end of the cemetery, something was slowly approaching, the translucent shadow red eyes flashed, slowly burrowed into the body of Shan Ling, the originally unconscious person suddenly opened his eyes, the original black and bright big eyes appeared red at this moment, the eyes opened wide red pupils shrank, the slender body was stunned and got up directly from the ground, the hand moved slightly, the simple red short knife on the ground moved, and it hit two turns into his hand.

Shan Ling stood silently, the heavy footsteps were near, and a withered and hideous face was revealed in the darkness, roaring with a mouth full of fangs, and pounced on him.

With the thumb of the hand holding the knife, the short knife slipped out of the red scabbard, and the silver light flashed in the darkness, and Shan Ling had moved to the back of the dry corpse, and the dry corpse still maintained the posture of rushing over, and then shook, and the head was neatly disconnected from the dry body with the left shoulder, and fell to the ground and twitched a few times before moving.

And at this time, there were two dried corpses in the dark tomb, Shan Ling flashed back quickly, raised his leg and swept it, kicked one of the dry corpses away, and hit the wall of the tomb road hard, and then he kicked suddenly, pounced on the dry corpse, the short knife in his hand was directly inserted into the head of the dry corpse that had not had time to slide off on the wall of the tomb, and the other dry corpse had already screamed and pounced, Shan Ling raised his foot and stepped on the shriveled stomach of the dry corpse hanging on the wall, holding the handle of the knife and pulling it, with a force on his foot, he flew up, and the other foot bent his knees, Slammed into the face of another dry corpse, the dry corpse didn't have time to fall backwards, the silver light flashed, the short knife was pinned, and the single bell jumped to the ground with a light movement, and the dry corpse's body shook, turning into two halves from the middle and falling to the ground.

Shan Ling turned his head to look at the end of the tomb with a stiff movement, and the expression on his face was a little dazed.

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Several people drew their guns one after another, and the beacon and the knife took the lead, and then got into the hole, the passage was a little sloped, extending down, not very long, less than ten meters, and at the end was actually a square tomb, not big, only thirty square meters up and down.

The floor of the chamber was cracked and turned up, and it was empty, and there was nothing.

"Brother Feng, knife, look at it, where is the backpack we are equipped with." One of them pointed in the opposite direction.

The tomb is very dark without permanent lights, but everyone has a wolf's tooth flashlight in their hands, so the light is very bright, and the backpack on the ground looks very eye-catching on the cracked ground.

There was only no one in the backpack, and it was out of line.

"It's the little bell!" The knife exclaimed, and was about to rush over there.

"Beware of the mechanism." Fengzi reminded him and followed.

But when a few people walked in front of the backpack, they didn't encounter the mechanism at all, and the most surprising thing was that the crack marks were bypassed in a range of about two meters centered on the backpack.

The knife flipped over the backpack, and then saw a row of numbers engraved on the buckle on the strap of the backpack, which was the type number of the full set of equipment, and the whole set of equipment was printed with this number, and this number was a single bell.

"There's blood!"

"And a millet pepper!!"

There was a puddle of blood on the ground, but not much, and it was absorbed by the ground, and it was already dry, and Fengzi crouched, reached out and touched the bloodstain, and then drew his dagger and cut off a piece of it.

"It should be that when he fell into the trap before, he broke his head, the blood stains were very shallow, and the injury was not serious."

"What about the others, why did they leave their backpacks here? Could it be that there was something before this tomb that took him away? ”

"Quite possibly." Fengzi frowned and looked around.

There's nothing here but cracked floors, what the hell is it that took Shan Ling away?

The knife circled around and found a suspicious place.

"Fengzi, come and see, there's a pit here!!"

In the middle of the burial chamber, there was a deep pit about half a meter wide, and there was a small long trace in the middle of the pit, and the crack spread from somewhere.

"It looks like something smashed out." The knife touched where it was, frowned, and said, "It's just, what kind of knife is that, it can smash the ground like this." ”

"Little knife, you mean Mr. Shan was kidnapped by a knife?" Amu whispered.

Xiaodao was greatly embarrassed when he heard this, and said, "I didn't say that!" ”

"Look, there's a mural on the wall here, and there's a knife painted on it." One man shouted.

Then the wolf's eye flashlight began to shine around, the tomb was not large, and the walls on all four sides were actually painted with murals.

"We don't have time to study the mural, we need to find the single bell quickly." Fengzi said.

"I'll take a picture of the mural on the wall, Amu, you bring the backpack on the ground." The knife took out his mobile phone as he spoke, and there was no signal on the mobile phone since he came here, so he turned off the phone directly, turned on the mobile phone, and let people take a wolf's eye flashlight to illuminate the wall, and clicked to shoot the murals on the wall, because he was afraid that the photo would not be good, and he deliberately took two more shots.

A few people took the backpack on the ground and left the strange little burial chamber, Shan Ling left the backpack, and the inexplicable disappearance made them feel very wrong, so they had to do their best to find the person back.

When they walked out of the chasm passage, they found that the outside had changed again, and all the rubble that had accumulated on the floor of the grave was gone, and it was clear that when they entered the small burial chamber, the tomb had moved again.

"Phew, it's a good thing this wall won't turn, otherwise the outside might have to be locked inside." Someone exhaled heavily.

"Not necessarily." Fengzi said lightly, and then said, "Let's go." ”

If they weren't lucky, they happened to come across this wall and turn with the tomb, otherwise they would have been locked up inside.

In front of the entrance of the cave was a straight tomb road, and there was not even a fork in the road, so a few people walked straight forward after they came out.

The straight road is a bit long, and it takes about 15 minutes to turn left at the first curve, then turn left and then right at the end.

"Why does it feel a little weirder, this is going around, this can't be a labyrinth, right!?" Xiaodao's whole face was wrinkled, and he deeply felt that the road in this tomb was really quite long, and there were many curves.

Fengzi glanced at him lightly, and said: "Your reflection arc is really long, and now I can see that this is a maze, and this maze is still a very large mechanism, and it is still slowly rotating." ”

"There is a labyrinth in the tomb...... So, how big does this tomb have to be? ”

They have seen a lot of them in the tomb mechanism, but they rarely encounter this type of labyrinth, and according to what they have seen before, this maze is not small.

"It should be built according to the mountain, and the top one should be the Xia Dynasty tomb that they went down twenty years ago, and this tomb should be built layer by layer, and it wasn't always downhill when it came down before." Fengzi raised his hand and made a downward ramp gesture.

"yes, yes!"

"Find out the situation, look ahead!" The wolf-eyed flashlight in Amu's hand, which was following the two of them, shone forward.

I saw that the dim cemetery was full of shriveled corpses and severed limbs, and there was a person lying on his stomach inside, slender and wearing camouflage uniforms, who else could it be if it wasn't Shan Ling!

"Ah!!h Knife exclaimed, ran over, and shouted, "It's a little bell!" ”

Fengzi's expressions followed over and over again, and the knife turned over the single bell lying on the ground, trembling his hands to probe his nose.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just asleep!!" The corners of Fengzi's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to give the knife a head.

Look at the rise and fall of that thin chest, and snoring, this guy actually reached out to sniff, he should be beaten!

The knife laughed twice, and when he turned the single bell over, he knew that he was fine, so he came to this point.

"Why did Mr. Shan fall asleep here? And these rice dumplings were cut like this, it can't be made by him, right? Amu looked at Shan Ling, and then looked at the stump of the zongzi on the ground, hiss, this force value is about to explode, I didn't expect Mr. Shan to be so powerful.

"Impossible!" Fengzi and the knife sounded in unison.

"When Master Su brought him over, I saw it, he hadn't practiced, and he was as thin as a white chicken."

"Well, I can't even use a gun, looking at the incisions on those zongzi, the knife work may not be able to be made like this even in two or fifty years." The knife is best at using cold weapons, although he generally carries a dagger for convenience, but he also has a deep study of knives.

"Something isn't quite right here, since I've found someone, let's go...... Hey? The little bell is holding a ...... in his hand Knife?? Red is so quirky. The knife was about to pick up Shan Ling when he found him holding a short red knife tightly in his hand.

Fengzi reached out to take it, but no matter how he tried to break it, it seemed to be glued to the knife, and he didn't move at all.

"Forget it, let him take it, oops, I can't see the figure of the little bell, which is a white chicken, and it's actually quite heavy." The knife picked up the single bell, and then frowned.

Since he continued to walk forward with a single bell, when he turned the corner, Fengzi carved a mark on the corner of the tomb.