The stone door, which felt very heavy and cold to the touch, was pushed at all, and there was no movement at all.

After lowering his eyebrows and thinking about it for a while, Xiao Yu smiled with an epiphany:

"Oh, yes. This stone door is so heavy, it is naturally impossible to be pushed open like this. It must have moved to both sides. ”

Thinking about this, Xiao Yu ignored Nangong Ping's obstruction, and only stretched out a Qianqian Su hand, and at the stone door knocker in his right hand, he took advantage of the trend to the inside.

After a loud "boom" sound, the heavy stone door slowly opened open.

Although, Xiao Yu had imagined countless times in his mind, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere that might be in the ancient tomb, the various complicated designs of those fireproof, anti-theft and anti-thieves, and before stepping in, he followed behind the prince of Nangong, and was very passive and cautious. But in the main hall of this newly opened ancient tomb, Xiao Yu didn't see any discomfort.

Passing through a small courtyard, you will be greeted by several white stone steps.

Walking through the steps, and then crossing a high stone threshold, Xiao Yu accompanied Nangong Ping, and finally arrived at the legendary main hall.

Inside the high main hall, there is a huge night pearl the size of a pomelo embedded in the dome, like the ultra-luxurious chandelier of the previous life, illuminating the corners and corners of the entire main hall.

In the main hall, there is a simple and simple style of the big smoked cage, inside the smoked cage, although it seems to have been silent for many years, there is a faint layer of dust and smoke on it, but faintly, there is a faint fragrance overflowing.

On the two sides of the main hall, there are also a few plain tables and chairs in accordance with the style of the mortal world.

The quiet and peaceful arrangement of the years makes people feel that the owner of this room has not passed away, but is tired, but just temporarily went to the room to rest for a while.

On the wall of the main hall, there is a portrait.

The person in the portrait, a radiant appearance of the fairy wind bones, is undoubtedly the same person as the person painted on the paper door at the beginning.

Underneath the portrait is an offering table.

On the top of the offering table, there is no other long thing other than a simple offering.

There are no precious jewels, and there are no legendary treasure maps.

Pursing his lips, Xiao Yu habitually turned his head and looked at the Nangong prince beside him.

Nangong Wangye's face was detached and indifferent, but it was the same as before:

"Yu'er, it's rare that we can enter here safely, and there is a lot of tolerance for our predecessors and ancestors, the two of us must have a good life to worship and worship."

Picking up a few sticks of plain incense from the case, the prince of Nangong first lit it, inserted it in the incense burner, and muttered a few words of prayer, and then bowed down in a proper manner.

Quietly taking a few steps back, Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Nangong Ping, who was kneeling seriously on the ground.

On this five-colored continent, it seems that Buddhism is prevalent.

Here, whether it is the royal family or the commoners, for the Buddha or their deceased ancestors, they are generally very respectful, kowtow, and the movements are also very precise and in place.

Seeing that there was a little blood stain that had faintly oozing out on the neat paving stones on the ground, Xiao Yu couldn't help but sigh secretly:

Wow, look at what a serious person is knocking on this head.

It's always like this, I'm afraid that it will be a concussion at the very least, right?!

The ancestors who are buried here don't want to dissuade and dissuade them?