Countless low cries seemed to be the sound of a trumpet in the mouth of a slender man on the shore, and the sound was noisy and powerful, as if its owner was working in unison through the years.

The chains slowly contracted, and the entire tomb began to tremble.

"Boom~"

A low roar accompanied the crack in the stone door that grew larger and wider, and finally the bronze door was opened again under the traction of the spirit of the mural!

Everyone was moved, even Ding Li looked ahead in shock.

No one could have imagined that the Daoist of Chunlai could successfully arouse the resonance of the ancient spirits in the mural through this method, and then open the door of the real ancient tomb palace!

"Let's go!"

The Seventh-Order Orderly was the first to speak, so everyone looked at each other, and they all no longer hesitated and began to sweep straight towards the entrance of the stone gate.

"The Taoist ......"

When everyone moved forward again, Ding Li said to Chunlai Daoist with some hesitation.

"Come on, now that we're here, there's only one path left in front of all of us. ”

Haru said, only to see him slowly put away the bell in his hand.

At the same time, the old monk beside the head of Chunlai closed his mouth, and both of them raised their heads and looked around at the stone walls, and then saw that the head of Chunlai showed a solemn look on his face, raised his hands above his head, and bowed to the murals on the stone wall, and then walked towards the entrance of the bronze giant gate.

But no one noticed that after everyone had gone, the original mournful voices on the stone wall gradually disappeared, and were replaced by one black shadow after another, which clinged to the wall and finally broke away from the mural, like the reflection of a man, moving slowly towards the exit of the passage.

As the mournful voices disappeared, all the voices turned into a kind of cheer of relief, but there was a faint sense of horror in how to listen to it......

Although Ding Li and several of his other friends had also entered the ancient tomb to know some of the mysteries, and the lineup this time was far from being comparable to the seven of them back then, Ding Li's heart was still a little uneasy.

In the dark, this ancient tomb is always filled with a sense of oppression, and at the same time it is full of a certain magical power.

As for this feeling, perhaps it is especially obvious in the heart of Wang Tofu among the seven.

Because for some reason, the more he moved forward, the more Wang Tuofu felt an inexplicable call, as if something was waiting for him quietly in the depths of the ancient tomb, and even he didn't know why he remembered the young man with purple eyes in his eyes that he met on the top of the White Pagoda that day.

It seems that everything he is experiencing now has always had some indescribable causal connection with the other party.

When you enter the stone gate, you really enter the ancient tomb, and there are still ever-bright lights around you that are automatically lit up, but the vision in front of this dark underground is still blurred.

"It's a terracotta!"

Someone spoke, only to see a wide space soon appear in front of them, and everyone's pupils shrank slightly, because in the space in front of them, there were countless terracotta figurines.

It was not a strange thing in ancient times to guard the mausoleum with terracotta warriors, but anyone who used the terracotta warriors as a companion was a person of high status.

I saw that those terracotta figurines were life-size and neatly displayed around, and all the terracotta figurines displayed here were of different shapes, and it could be estimated that there were no less than thousands of them through the sparse ever-bright lights near and far.

Such a scene is definitely a shocking discovery in the archaeological community.

It's a pity that the people who came this time were members of the anti-paranormal organization, and all this was far less interesting to them than the ghosts hidden in the dungeon.

There is a passage in the middle of the terracotta warriors, and if you go down the passage, you can clearly see that the terracotta warriors are arranged neatly with different expressions and faces, and each terracotta warrior holds its own spear in its hand, which is also the most useful weapon of the ancient army.

No one spoke, and the Terracotta Warriors remained eternally quiet as if they were the most loyal guardians of the dungeon world.

Before coming to the Terracotta Army, but just as everyone continued to march, Wang Tofu suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Chunlai Daoist discovered Wang Toof's abnormality, and everyone also turned their heads to look at Wang Tofu at this time.

"I ...... It seems that they can be felt. ”

When the words fell, everyone was shocked, and then they all showed a solemn and vigilant look.

"What do you mean?"

Ding Li frowned and said.

Faced with Ding Li's confusion, Wang Tofu did not answer him directly, but suddenly raised his head and looked ahead,

At that time, everyone raised their heads and looked at the place where Wang Tofu's eyes went, only to see that in the somewhat dim corner, a strange silhouette loomed.

All the light sources quickly gathered together, and it was clear that it was a strange figure wrapped in black cloth, or like a chrysalis that had never broken its shell.

But if you look closely, there are black stains on the shroud, which looks eerie and terrifying.

"This ...... It can't be."

A Sixth-Order Orderer from the headquarters of the Anti-Paranormal spoke up, as the scene was not new to him.

In the depths of his mind, after he joined the anti-spirit organization, there was a picture that accompanied him from an obscure ordinary person to a powerful sixth-order orderer, which always lingered in his mind.

It was a terrible memory of confronting the Shroud, the one who had taken almost everything from him.

"This thing shouldn't be here!"

Someone spoke, apparently already understanding what the powerful Sixth Order Order meant.

Indeed, among the four major supernatural organizations in the world, ghosts and monsters also have obvious differences due to different regions, and such things as shrouds generally do not appear in the land of China, but they are the number one mortal enemy of North African practitioners, and now they appear in this ancient tomb.

The silhouette that resembled a shroud appeared, and another Sixth-Order Orderer among the seven suddenly stepped forward, only to see him slowly raise his hand, and a dagger engraved with this inscription appeared in his hand, and then leaped forward violently.

Being able to become an orderly is by no means comparable to ordinary people, I saw that his speed was extremely fast, almost turning into a black shadow, and his target was naturally that terrifying silhouette.

"Poof!"

Without the slightest resistance, the dagger plunged into the shroud's chest, but the shroud remained motionless.

A trail of black liquid oozed from the shroud's chest along the dagger, and spread around the already blood-stained shroud.