The strange thing is that after a frightening "click" crossbow sound, the surroundings were quiet again, there was no follow-up, no follow-up, and no shouting of killing surrounded by ambushes.

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Yu finally opened his eyes tremblingly.

All the fog in the cave had cleared all at once.

The poor, thin torch still burned quietly in the cave.

The ground in front of him was densely covered with a layer of long and short crossbow arrows.

Nangong Ping was still standing firmly beside her, with a pair of big, dark eyes wide open, empty, and thinking about his own thoughts.

Only Ah Tong, squatting in a corner of a ninety-degree wall that is absolutely safe, wagging his sturdy tail, looked at her with a clear face, by the way, with a look of contempt and disdain.

That's something.,The feeling of being completely seen through by others.,It's really a little bad.。

Especially, it was still when he was in a false alarm and expressed despair.

Xiao Yu laughed a little wryly, and bowed his head to greet the two masters around him who were more determined and stronger:

"Well, the arrow has been shot and the door has been opened, so let's go there and have a look?"

"Master, actually, Ah Tong can help open the way in front." Ah Tong straightened his small chest and said a little majestically.

"Well, Yu'er, after this array of crossbows has been fired, there shouldn't be much danger here. Don't worry, this king has always been there. Nangong Ping's tone was gentle and calm.

All the others are tall and full-style heroes in the line of fire.

Only a certain woman was left, who took out the torch and walked into the door with the old and the young.

Naturally, before leaving, she was still very careful to re-close the stone door with a rumbling.

Behind the stone gate, there is a long corridor.

The horizontal line is basically the same as the outside line, and the whole stone paved road.

In terms of shape, this road is somewhat like the stone streets in some remote towns.

On both sides of the road, it is black, and every dozens of zhang, there are bronze oil lamps hanging in turn.

Xiao Yu didn't like the dark, so he held the torch and lit the inky black lamps one by one.

The swaying light and shadow stretched the shadows of their movement for a long time.

The entire passage, except for the footsteps of a few of them, was quiet, almost scary.

Ah Tong's child did not break his promise this time, dragged a long tail, and walked forward majestically and proudly at the front.

As he walked, he stopped his steps, sniffed and sniffed in the corners of both sides of the passage, and then, noncommittally, continued to walk forward.

Compared with the calmness of the two of them, Xiao Yu couldn't bear the quiet atmosphere in it.

With a shallow cough, she looked up and asked:

"Uh, my lord, look at this in here, probably, it seems to be, the mausoleum of a certain prince and grandson, right? Weird and weird, weird and scary. ”

"Yes. According to the book, this should be the mausoleum of a senior master who was hidden here. If it weren't for the fact that the situation was compelling, a few of us really shouldn't disturb the purity of others. Always sinful and sinful. Nangong Ping said quietly, and by the way, he suddenly clenched Xiao Yubing's cold left hand.

His palms are delicate and slender, with a reassuring temperature.

His wide palm, holding Xiao Yu's hand warmly and powerfully, silently and unconsciously, melted away some of the cold worries and faint horrors deposited in Xiao Yu's heart.

At this moment, Xiao Yu's heart that had been panicked and uneasy became confident and firm again.