It's been almost a year since the South Building was reopened this time, and there has been no accident. But what could it be that thing that summoned me? When the large iron door was opened, a puff of dust and a damp and rancid smell came to my face.

"Ahem", wait until the dust slowly dissipates, open the astringent eyes, and rub it vigorously a few times, then regain your sight. With the light of the flashlight, I carefully stepped on the steps below. The exposed iron pipes were covered with moss, and the original concrete floor on the ground cracked like a hideous spider web. There is still a lot of stagnant water on the ground, and stepping on it makes a "click, click" sound. Large patches of black ash can be seen on the walls.

Grab the flashlight and look around, it's a very ordinary building, nothing different. Although the atmosphere here was very gloomy, I didn't feel the presence of any yin energy, nor did I smell the demonic energy. Except that my own system is more sensitive to these things, it all depends on my master, and in order to increase my chances of saving my life, my master has trained me to be sensitive to demonic qi and yin qi since I was a child, and I have not suffered less for this. It is said that Tongzigong, although it cannot be compared with the master, but I still have confidence in my own ability.

There was nothing here, everything was too peaceful. Pushing open the doors one by one, the miscellaneous items were thrown on the bed on the ground very casually, and it could be seen that when they left, they were all in a hurry, and these things that were not very important were left behind and sealed here.

"Squeak", it seems that this room is the one that caught fire in the first place, and only half of the door has been burned. Removing the door and walking inside, the beds in the dormitory were all moved to a corner, and the cement on the floor showed signs of being knocked open.

Biting my little flashlight, I forcefully moved away from the beds stacked together. There was an obvious hole in the ground that had been dug and the soil looked like it had been filled in later. I walked around, and I found a shovel thrown in the corner. The handle was covered with green moss, and the shovel was rusty, but I picked it up and knocked it, and when I tried to use it, it was quite handy, and it was better than my hand planing.

Roll up your sleeves and start drying, step on the shovel, plunge it deep into the soil, and shovel it up hard. Although my physical strength is very good, the air here is not fresh, I have a flashlight in my mouth, and I do this work by myself, and it didn't take long for me to be tired and gasp for breath, sweat down my sideburns to change my cheeks, neck, and finally drip down my neckline.

Seeing that this pit was already half as deep as me, I hurriedly jumped out and turned over my backpack, counting me as having the foresight to allow me to be narcissistic first. I took a bundle of thick hemp rope out, looked around, and I didn't know if it was secure, so I could only do double insurance, first tied to the exposed iron pipe, and then tied a few beds in a row, and pulled hard, feeling very strong, and then threw the other end of the rope in the pit, and threw it down with my backpack, and then re-excavated.

This little common sense still has to be had, although I am not one of those Tufuzi clan, not professional in digging holes and exploring treasures, but the two still have a lot in common, these common sense masters usually teach me a lot. If you explore alone, it's easy to dig down, but it's hard to come up.

"Dig for a long time, and it's already midnight when I look at the watch. When you go down with a shovel, it obviously feels different, empty! There was finally a light before he died. wiped the sweat from his head, shook his arm that was so stiff that he was already unconscious, straightened his spirit, and dug down with a few heavy shovels.

What slowly appeared in my sight was a hole that was tilted downward, and at first glance, it looked like the thief cave that Master had said. I thought to myself, this must be just an ancient tomb, right? Squatting down to take a closer look, but it doesn't look like a thief. There is a special treatment on the wall of the cave to strengthen this passage, and the color scale accumulated on it is definitely something from a long time ago, it will not be something from the past 100 years, and naturally it is impossible to be the master who came down earlier.

By now, I can confirm that the seniors who were invited here must have come down here. I lit a talisman and waited at the entrance of the cave for a while, it was good, the flames burned all the way, it was good, there was no poisonous gas. This talisman is a common talisman for those who have learned the Tao, and it is a very practical talisman. The principle is practical and modern science can explain it, but it is a little safer. If there are some harmful gases in the air, it will not burn normally.

Seeing that the rune paper burned until only a little red star remained, and then slowly extinguished, my heart settled down a lot. I just sat down and looked at the entrance of the cave, and when I was almost resting and my strength was restored, I put on my backpack and slowly climbed down the hole carefully. I don't know what will be below, I am not good at academics, I don't have any practical experience, to ensure my physical strength, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

The entrance to the cave was very narrow, and the slope behind it was getting steeper and steeper, and I was head-down, worried that I had not been killed by an unknown creature, but had fallen to my death here. Finally, before I could fall headfirst and my head open, the passage stabilized, and I even faintly saw the exit.

When my feet hit the ground again, I was stunned by what I saw. A stone cave, with some stone on the stone wall, shimmering with a faint light, giving me the feeling that I was looking at a beautiful starry sky. There is one in the middle that is supposed to resemble an altar. The traces of artificial excavation of the entire stone cave are obvious, not to mention this altar.

It is an architectural style that has not been seen before, there is the style of ancient Chinese altars, but there are also some elements of European architecture in it. It was built with large bluestone bricks, and counted, although it was short, but it had nine floors. The top layer is carved with a bird, ready to fly, but helplessly bound in a net, with unwilling eyes and resentment. I actually read a bird's eyes on the stone statue.

"Boom", the voice rang in my head. Obviously, there is still the altar in front of me, and it is still the stone statue of the bird. But I saw a big bird with a blazing flame all over its body, screaming at the sky, spreading its wings and flying away towards the sky, as if it was about to break through the sky.

On top of that, I saw that the big bird only had one leg! "Bi Fang!" He shouted in surprise. That Bi Fang flew towards the sky without hesitation, but was knocked down from the sky by some force. He raised his head and let out a terrible and unwilling chirp, but he could only helplessly be restrained to the ground by something invisible.