Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue looked at the huge stone gate fixedly, is it true? Is it fake? Is there really a monstrous treasure, or is it just a legend of wild history.

The hands of the two were clenched tightly, and their hearts were lifted.

There is both nervousness and excitement.

"You wait here for me first." Letting go of Murong Xue's hand, Xiahou Mobing took out a black thing from his arms, walked to the door and put it in the recessed place.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, when did you get this thing? She's always been with him!

In the brightly lit firelight that lit this side, the calm stone door suddenly slammed softly.

Then, in the eyes of these two people, it slowly turned.

One, two, three.

It was as if there was an invisible breath pushing it to rotate, and it rotated regularly.

Seeing this, Xiahou Mobing, who was close in front of the stone gate, immediately took two steps back and dodged away.

The lights were shining brightly, and orange firelight was sprinkled.

In the haze, the stone gate, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, slowly opened in a silver world.

Soft and warm, a glimmer of light shimmered from behind the open stone door.

Secluded and bright.

Through the light of the torches, Murong Xue and Xiahou Mobing could clearly see that it was the night pearl embedded in the stone wall that winded and did not know the end behind the stone gate.

Illuminated with the pearl of the night, you don't need to go deep into the room, you already know its luxury and wealth.

The night is graceful, and the dusty treasure opens the door.

What would that mean?

Standing for a long time, waiting for the aura of the secret passage that had been sealed for hundreds of years to dissipate, Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue entered the cave hand in hand.

Outside, the night was thick, and the sound of trees under the cliff on the other side was swaying.

The mausoleum is deep, winding and twisting, with no end in sight.

Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue, under the illumination of the night pearl, quietly began to explore this mysterious mausoleum.

Bluestone slabs pave the road, hundreds of years have passed, but the dust is not clean, and a trace of moss has not grown, which shows how much effort was spent on the craftsmanship of the day.

Raising her eyebrows, Murong Xue glanced at the stone wall, and every zhang or so, a night pearl the size of her fist illuminated, and she pursed her mouth at Xiahou Mobing.

It's so rich! This is the real local tyrant, the legendary local tyrant!

In her high-tech previous life, she had never seen anything, and she had been to many places since she came here for so long, Yuze Palace, Red Sleeves Fragrance, Liuli Palace, and the treasure house of the Yan family, the rich master on this continent, she still saw it.

However, compared to this place, it is a drop in the bucket.

But I haven't seen any place that can have a great momentum, not to mention anything else, this continuous night pearl that is almost a mile or two, and it seems that there is no end at all, there is no comparison.

If you don't see its treasure, you have been robbed of it.

Xiahou Mobing saw Murong Xue pouting him, and couldn't help but clench Murong Xue's hand, if this place is really the mausoleum of Emperor Ranxun, then it is best to be prepared in your heart, it will be a monstrous number, and at the same time, there must be many unknown dangers.

Murong Xue reached out and shook Xiahou Mobing's hand back.

Give him a reassuring look.

She doesn't need to prepare, she just thinks this is the modern excavation of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. There are treasures and riches in it, and she is not surprised that it is a treasure that cannot be imagined by imagination alone.

Because, that is the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, no matter what you have, it should be, it is reasonable, with such an idea, then this treasure, she will not be surprised there.

But she knew that the danger inside was bound to exist.

Hand in hand, go all the way around.

Twisting and turning, going down the steps, taking the forks, winding through, not knowing where to go deeper.