When the two of them walked into the ice tomb, they only felt shivering with cold, even colder than winter. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly a cold war.

In front of him is a narrow corridor, the ground is thick with ice, and the walls are also made of ice accumulation. The promenade is supported by stone pillars at intervals.

Chen Ling looked around, saw that the ice seemed to have something black in it, took a torch close to the ice, looked carefully, the more she looked, the more surprised she became, her frightened eyes opened so wide, and Childe Wuwu was also shocked.

I saw that inside the thick ice, there were people who were frozen to death, with their mouths open and extremely painful.

It's not that the house is small, it's full of people.

"I was wrong, the burial pit is here." Childe said calmly, "Including our feet." ”

Chen Ling's heart trembled, and he looked down, and sure enough, through the thick ice, he could vaguely see that there was a funeral group below, and obviously, the brightly dressed people on both sides of the corridor were burial goods with status, and under the ice were people with low status.

Childe's hands are clenched tightly, and he hates in his heart, is human life so worthless?

Chen Ling grabbed his hand, yes, she had heard of the funeral more than once, including the death of Gongzi Zheng's father, the burial of all the wives who had no heirs, and the burial of a palace female eunuch, etc., and this was already a funeral held by Gongzi Zheng for the first king, which has been said to be unfilial.

Chen Ling suppressed his heavy mood and said slowly, "There is always such an emperor in this world, he dares to challenge the world, and he dares to go to the old. Someday it will happen. ”

Childe coughed again, and the two of them did not delay any longer, and walked forward along the funeral corridor, and painful expressions appeared in front of their eyes, because they were frozen, and the corpse looked as if it was still not dead.

Shocking.

The more the two walked, the more they felt a heart-piercing coldness, and the son was a little unable to support it, he couldn't stand the cold, let alone such a cold place.

He began to cough violently, as if to cough out his lungs, he swallowed his cough and drowsiness, and frowned, "Ling'er, I can't go out with you." After saying that, he slowly fell down and closed his eyes.

Chen Ling's heart was beating with fright, and she probed his snort, his breath was very weak and weak, she felt his pulse again, and found that he had just fainted, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qilin, shall we go out to sleep?"

Childe didn't lose anything, but he didn't react at all.

Chen Ling suppressed the fear in his heart, and he was not far from the exit. She tried to carry him up, but he was too heavy, so she dragged him towards the door.

She was covered in sweat and sweating, but his skin was gradually blue from the cold, and her heart became more and more anxious.

"Qilin, you answer me, you don't live up to me, if you die, you will lose me, and I won't let you go."

"Qilin, if we all die, will you really go to the Yellow Spring to find me?"

"Qilin, do you remember our book game? I'd like to play again, and I haven't decided to win or lose yet! ”

"Qilin, you can hold it up for me, it's almost there."

Although Childe has no strength, but he heard it clearly, he showed an imperceptible smile, he wanted to say, I will survive if I try my best, but when I open my mouth, I can't make any sound.

Finally arrived at the stone gate, Chen Ling suppressed her worries, put him next to the stone pillar, she looked for a chance near the door, the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't find it, and her sweat kept falling.

Childe Wuqi felt a little better at this time, he looked at the stone door, carefully observed the pattern on the door, and said slowly, "Right...... Above...... The goose flying downward, press. ”

Chen Ling glanced back at him in horror, and saw him leaning limply against the stone pillar, his eyes half-open, and she tried to use his method, only to hear an old and old rattling sound from the door, and the door opened.

She looked back at him in surprise and helped him stand up as she walked towards the final main burial chamber.

The burial chamber is not large, with a large stone platform in the middle, a rustic coffin on it, and some sacrificial offerings next to it. Nothing else.

The cemetery is so large, and this main burial chamber is very simple.

"Qilin, this is your ancestor, after you are resting, will you say goodbye?" Chen Ling asked.

His face was pale, he was sweating profusely, his hands were unusually cold, he was in a very bad state, and he should take a rest first.

"No, take the liberty of bothering, just worship now." As he spoke, he pushed Chen Ling away, staggered to the coffin, knelt on the ground, his face was solemn, he didn't know what he was thinking, and kowtowed.

When he bowed, Chen Ling looked for some comfortable places to lie down and spread some hay.

After kneeling, Chen Ling helped him to walk to the place where she had paved, "Ling'er, thank you." ”

Chen Ling shook his head, he lay down and fell asleep.

Chen Ling lay beside him, his body close to him, his arms around his waist, only hoping that his heat could be transferred to him and warm his cold body.

Moreover, in fact, she was very afraid of this environment, and she could only fall asleep if she was close to him.

The burial chamber is gloomy.

"Qilin, Qilin......"

Childe heard the voice, opened his eyes, and saw an old man with an old face looking at him.

He only felt that his back was stiff and cold, why was there an old man in this tomb...... Don't...... He sat up and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Qilin, you should bow when you see the ancestor, right?" As if remembering something, "Look at my memory, you worshiped when you came in, come on, let me take a closer look at your first grandson?" ”

The old man seemed to frown and was thinking about how many generations of grandchildren he was, and then waved his hand, "Forget it, it doesn't matter how many generations of grandchildren it is." ”

The old man said, "Qilin, do you know that your uncle Wang Zhongsun Yiyue came to me to complain, saying that you were bold and reckless, and actually designed to kill him, but there is such a thing." ”

It turned out that he suddenly appeared for this matter, and he raised his eyebrows and replied, "Yes, there is such a thing, he is extremely evil, shouldn't he be killed?" ”

The old man shook his head, "Aren't you afraid that you will be punished when you go to the underworld of the Yin Dynasty?" ”

Childe snorted without loss, "I only know that I am worthy of the four words of my heart." ”

The old man laughed when he heard this, "A good one is worthy of his heart, and a good one is worthy of his heart." ”

The old man pointed to the chess on the side, "Come on, it's been a long time since I've met such a fateful person, play a game of chess." ”

Childe felt strange without loss, but since this was an elder, he didn't say anything, obediently went to bring the chessboard and put it on the table, and wiped the dust accumulated on it.

The old man is white, the son is black, the two are silent, and the undercurrent on the chessboard is turbulent.

The old man likes to have a full layout and aggressive moves.

Childe seems to be losing step by step, but he always inadvertently has strange tricks.

At the end of the battle, the old man nodded frequently, "The afterlife is terrifying, the afterlife is terrifying!" He began to shake his head again, "The old man lost, lost." Don't play anymore. ”

Childe smiled lightly, suddenly thought of something, and didn't know what to call it, and asked, "First...... Ancestor, how do you get out? ”

"Get out?" The old man looked at him strangely, then looked at the chessboard in silence, and without saying a word, suddenly disappeared.

Childe stiffened his body without loss, did the ancestors know or not? Is the secret on the chessboard? He looked at the chessboard, but he couldn't see where the secret was.