There was a strange smell in the burial chamber, a little choking, like the kind of herbal juice that was placed in an empty room that no one had entered to remove impurities from the air. Bian Zi got up from the ground with a frown and covered his nose with one hand, and after seeing the closed door behind them, he silently walked to the door, stretched out his hand and pushed, but he couldn't push at all.

…… Trapped in another sense.

"What is this place?" Cheng Zhuming frowned and rubbed his index finger under his nose.

“…… Fourteen years ago, a group of us finally broke through the zigzag maze and came to this ear chamber by mistake. Liu Wuhe looked around and said softly, "This is where we went the farthest back then." Because of the lack of tools, he could not open the door of this tomb, so he had to return from here. ”

Bian Zi pointed to the black coffin in the back and asked, "This is the tomb of my mother, so whose coffin does this coffin?" When my mother leaves, I will be the only son. ”

"Then I don't know." Liu Wuhe slowly walked back and forth in the small tomb, and stopped when he walked to the Changming lamppost on one side, and his thin and old fingers carefully touched the ancient beast: "It's still exactly the same as back then, exactly the same." ”

Everyone looked at the innermost coffin, only to feel a burst of cold rising from their backs, and they couldn't help but move closer to the door.

"Not every burial chamber, though, will have a dead person. Some just increase the pomp and put some gold, silver and jewelry to show off their wealth; It is also possible that it was left for her relatives and could be buried in this tomb after the death of her relatives. Liu Wuhe added.

Qing Huan looked at Liu Wuhe in silence, her fingers gradually tightened. This was contrary to what he and she had said, and he was still hiding something from everyone. Then, it is possible that he is also hiding something from himself.

“…… We were looking for the exit of the mausoleum, how did we get this location by the mechanism. Bian Zi took advantage of the grunt to scratch his head, and also left the child's coffin behind. Maybe it was left to her by her mother.

Cheng Zhuming was still frowning, and after looking at the tomb for a long time, he complained: "This is an empty tomb, and only those two ever-bright lamps are worth a little money, and there are no other burial goods." If someone really came in, how could there be no burial? ”

“…… So we crashed into the inside of the mausoleum? Now, how are you going to get out? ”

"Let's try that door, there's only one exit, and try to get out of this chamber first." Liu Wuhe motioned to take advantage of the situation, Cheng Zhuming also walked over with a stinky face, and several people talked softly around the door.

"The door is locked from the outside...... The lock is secure, try it with a crowbar......"

"Bian Gongzi, I don't know if I can temporarily destroy Ling Ci's ......"

"It's okay, it's just an empty tomb, and human lives matter."

Miao Sun sat in a dark corner, the flesh and blood on the back of her hand rubbing against the broken skin, and she turned a blind eye. From an angle that everyone couldn't see, she threw a Zi Gu to the ground, and used her blood-stained index finger to guide Zi Gu to crawl.

The trajectory that Zi Gu slowly climbed over formed a line of words-in the first ear room, is the timing possible?

The mother Gu in their hands will crawl out exactly the same traces as the child Gu. In the same way, they guide the female Gu to crawl, and the child Gu here will also crawl out of the same trajectory.

After a while, the Zi Gu on the ground began to move—no, but the main room.

"Heh......" Miao Shan chuckled lightly and silently put away the Zi Gu for communication. She sensitively felt that a person was suddenly standing behind her, and quietly lowered her head and pressed the □□ on her face, as if she didn't know.

Qinghuan squatted down beside Miaoshan, reached over with a cold hand, and gently grabbed Miaoshan's wrist: "Girl, the back of your hand is injured." ”

Miao Shan pulled her hand back violently, and her voice had a faint smile: "Girl, your master didn't sue you, don't be nosy?" ”

“…… I'm sorry. Qinghuan withdrew his hand and sat down beside Miaoshan with his head down.

"Still thinking about your master?" Miao Shan touched a small piece of the edge of the □□ on his face, and gently picked it with his fingers, "How do you feel about your body, does your back still hurt?" ”

"It's strange to talk about this, the wound heals too quickly, and there is basically no pain."

"That'...... What do you think of this burial chamber? Miao Shan asked tentatively.

Qinghuan raised his eyes and looked at the coffin not far away. There seemed to be an unusually strange aura around the coffin of the black hole, and no one dared to approach within a radius of five feet. After all, it is something that is stained with yin qi, and people will always be subconsciously afraid.

"I don't have an opinion. It should be what Liu Wuhe's predecessors said, this is just a nobody's ear room. Qinghuan looked at Miaoshan's casually lowered hand again, and pointed to her wound: "If you don't treat it, it will become inflamed, you are a disciple of Xinglin who is a doctor, don't you want to bandage it yourself?" ”

Miao Shan chuckled, raised the back of her hand to examine herself for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and slowly licked through the wound. The red blood stained her lips and tongue, and it looked strange and bewitching in this environment. The low-hanging fox eyes are narrow and long, and in this dark corner, you can only roughly see the beautiful outline of the eyes that rise and fall.

Qinghuan swallowed his saliva, turned his head to look at Bianzi, and took advantage of them to pry the door and stopped talking.

"A small crack has been pried open. All the gunpowder carried by our Shanshan faction is here, will it blow up the door immediately? The sweat on Cheng Zhuming's face dripped down drop by drop, and he didn't bother to wipe it.

Liu Wuhe waved his hand: "No, the sum of all the gunpowder is not enough, and it may trigger other mechanisms, but it won't work to blow up the door." ”

Bian Zi sighed while he was tired: "Then what should I do?" Could it be that we can still tear this door down? ”

"It's okay to break down the door." Unexpectedly, Liu Wuhe nodded in agreement with this method.

Cheng Zhuming met, and began to collect green alum oil from the other disciples of the Chaoshanshan faction, and then explained to Bian Ziqian casually: "Blowing up doesn't work, you can remove the circle of bricks around the door, and the door will be unloaded naturally?" To dismantle the bricks, corrode the lime and rice slurry between the bricks and bricks, some alum oil is enough. ”

Bian Zi pouted: "Anyway, I don't know much about the things in this tomb, you Shanshan faction is professional." ”

Cheng Zhuming snorted disdainfully, and began to pour alum oil into the brick cracks with a few other people, supplemented by a crowbar. It didn't take long for a brick to be removed.

He glanced out through the crack and said, "There is still a tomb road outside, and I can't see where it leads." ”

"The relatives of the owner of the tomb may also occasionally enter the tomb, as can be seen from the hollow-shaped maze of the periphery, which is used to protect against unpopular people. If the person who built the tomb did not plan to enter in the future, and in order to prevent thieves from sneaking in, it should be completely sealed outside the tomb, but this hollow-shaped maze has a living door and leads to the tomb. ”

"What do you want to say?" Bian Zi looked at Liu Wuhe.

"Since the man who built the tomb would come in occasionally, he would have to go out of the tomb as well. Although we are trapped in the tomb now, we are not without a way out, and if we look along the tomb road, we may be able to find a way to get out directly. Liu Wuhe concluded.

Cheng Zhuming laboriously lifted down a brick, and his tone was quite impatient: "What do you do if you say that you have something or not?" Tear down the door as soon as possible. …… It's really a broken bucket, it's hard to get in and out, and there is not a single decent funeral item ......"

“…… Young in the end. Liu Wuhe shook his head to himself.

After about an hour, the whole door was dug out of the wall, and the green alum oil dripped sporadically on the ground, sizzling white. The crowd carefully bypassed the broken bricks and alum oil on the ground, and entered the tomb passage outside the tomb in a somewhat crowded way.

On both sides of the cemetery, there are still iron beasts with tiger bodies and ox tails, supporting the ever-bright lanterns that barely serve as illumination. The wind and rain lamps in the hands of several Ranhua disciples also burned out two, and only one was left that could hold on for a while. Liu Wuhe □□ one of the lampposts in the tomb, folded out the long pole separately, and took off his robe and dipped it in the lamp base, wrapped it tightly around the long pole, and made a temporary torch.

He lit the torch, and the flames instantly illuminated the entire tombway.

"Do you see the smoke? The smoke usually drifts towards the exit to the ground, and we can get out of this place by just following the smoke. ”

"It turns out that you can tell the way like this...... "Bian Zi said softly.

"The mausoleum is intricately across, but this tomb is just fine. In addition to the use of the Dragon Hunting Plate, this method is relatively simple and ancient, but sometimes it works. Liu Wuhe explained softly to the side beside him while walking.

"It also works when you meet a fork in the road with a regular distribution, if there is any mechanism in between......" Cheng Candleming snorted in his nose and shook his head.

Qinghuan and Miaoshan walked at the end of this long line, and both of them were silent and did not speak.

She was still worried about Master. Although according to Senior Brother's words, Master and Junqiao should be fine, but ...... There is always a faint uneasiness in my heart.