When the cool wind blows in your face, the feeling is different from the usual one, and even the most daring person is a little weird.

The wind in the crypt was smooth and not sullen, obviously airy with the ground, but even so, the cold and sometimes high and low screams in the wind were still unsettling.

The torches were blown and shook and whirred, and the front was always dark, as if something would come out of it at any moment.

A seemingly heavy iron gate blocked the way, but the door was hidden, and the messy footprints on the ground showed that someone had entered it not long ago.

The bald man who walked in front licked his lips, handed the torch to the person next to him, and carefully pushed the door with a sword in one hand and the other, a heavy friction sound sounded, the door only moved slightly but was not pushed open, the bald man simply leaned his whole body up, and pushed it open with his shoulder against the iron door.

The sound of the door shaft rubbing made people's hearts feel strange, and everyone was nervous, and as the iron door slowly pushed open, the first thing that caught their eyes surprised everyone.

A figure stood in the doorway, his wide empty clothes fluttering in the wind, and his whole body swaying with it, and when the light of the fire hit his face, he saw strange brown bones, empty dark eye sockets, and jaws with mutilated teeth under triangular nostrils.

It's a skeleton that's completely air-dried.

"God, what is this," the bald man kept drawing a cross on his chest, he was a mercenary, in this era, it means that he made money entirely by killing people, he saw a lot of people who had just died or had been dead for a long time, and there were many people who were killed by his own hands, but the strange skeleton in front of him made him feel terrified and uneasy, "Are we going to hell?" ”

"This is not hell," Alexander was also startled by the skeleton, but after all, he had been prepared, he walked up to take a closer look, and found that one of the hands of the skeleton was slightly raised, as if pointing in a certain direction, and looking along the pointed phalange, he saw a line of words carved into the wall: "From here, to witness death." ”

As the torches lifted the earth and the crypt was illuminated, people's eyes widened and fear enveloped everyone.

A long, arched corridor stretched diagonally deep into the ground, and in the walls on both sides of the crypt were carved countless vertical and horizontal hollows, in which large and small, a skeleton of a dried corpse dressed in various styles of clothing appeared and disappeared from time to time standing or lying in the flickering of torches, the black hole stared strangely at the intruder, and the gaping mouth with bared teeth seemed to let out a creepy and strange laugh at any moment.

That's it, Alexander told himself that he knew he was right, and looking at the footprints stretching into the crypt from the dust of the years on the ground, he nodded to the people behind him, and whispered, "Let's keep walking inside, but you have to be prepared for a fierce battle." ”

"If it's a war with people, we're not afraid, but if it's a devil or some other heretic, it's not what we're supposed to do," a mercenary gasped, his head was big but his face was nervous, "how could there be so many dead people, and no one knows what else is inside." ”

"What the hell is this," Osborne's face also turned pale, he really regretted why he volunteered to do this errand now, he was suitable for maneuvering between nobles and noblewomen, and this strange scene in front of him made his hair stand on end, "Those serious people came in here?" ”

"Believe me," Alexander knew that he had to insist on not being ambiguous at this time, otherwise the mercenaries might scatter in a hurry, "Do you think those people are braver than you, that they dare to come in means that they are not afraid, and that there should be mercenaries like you in them, why do you think they are willing to enter this place?" ”

"God, it's gold," one of the mercenaries suddenly shouted, and he walked over to a corpse that was supported by a wooden frame, and his clothes were old and discolored, but they still looked very valuable, and he stretched out his hand and carefully removed the string of glittering crosses from the slightly raised bones of the dried corpse, "This is pure gold." ”

Everyone couldn't help but perk up because of his words, and the eyes of these outlaws began to glow with fire, and their greed for wealth made them forget the horror in front of them almost instantly.

"If you are satisfied with this little bit of gold, you will stay," said Alexander in time, looking at the greedy ruffians with deliberate disdain, "there is real wealth ahead, and of course there is no share of it." ”

"What are we waiting for, don't let those bastards take advantage," the bald man shouted first, his words resonated, and the mercenaries were completely blinded by wealth by this time, and they scrambled to go inside, even if someone knocked down the dried corpses around them.

"Let's be careful, there may be some trouble ahead," Alexander whispered to Osborne, and when he saw the tailor look back at the palace guards he had brought, he patted Osborne on the shoulder and followed the mercenaries into the depths of the crypt.

The wind in the crypt was getting stronger and louder, and sometimes there was even a bright light shining in from somewhere, which was the moonlight leaking in through the vents.

Suddenly, the mercenaries who were walking in front stopped, and they were wandering back and forth in place, as if to catch something they couldn't see, and at the same time their faces showed fear.

Then Alexander heard a strange sound mixed with the wind.

It was like a scream, it was a scream, it was like a myriad of unjust spirits suddenly pouring out of the ground, and the voices were wrapped in the wind and drifting everywhere in the crypt, and for a moment people's eyes were wide open, their faces were full of fear, and the hands holding their weapons were shaking and shaking.

"What is this sound and what is going on?"

Osborne was also frightened by this sudden sound, he grabbed the tape measure on his chest, and leaned towards the wall tremblingly, but suddenly felt a sinking of his shoulders, he turned slowly, and when he saw the dried corpse of a woman in a long dress behind him, and one of its dry hand bones was on his shoulder, the tailor was about to let out a cry of horror, directly pressed back by Alexander, who was about to cover his mouth with his hand.

Alexander's scalp was also a little numb, although he didn't believe in ghosts, but the sound was indeed too strange and terrifying, he sweated on his forehead and listened carefully, and when he gradually heard the direction of the sound, he began to feel strange.

A flash of red or yellow flashed through a vent overhead, followed by more of these flashes of light as the unsettling sound grew louder and louder.

"It's outside, something seems to be going on in the street," Alexander finally spoke, whispering to the mercenaries who were still looking at each other, "are you going to be stupid here or keep walking?" ”

"If there is gold?" The bald man asked.

"Then it's half for you."

Alexander, who understood his thoughts, agreed without thinking, only he knew what was going to lie down there, and seeing that the crypt was almost at its end, he knew that the real test was next.

Before Michelangelo gave him the drawings, Alexander did not know that he had made a so-called empirical mistake.

Because of his impression of the city of Palermo, he took it for granted that Fischer was looking for the catacombs of the Capuchin monastery, which once struck Alexander as strange.

He didn't understand what the old Frenchman had to find in the tomb with all the trouble he had, thinking that no matter how precious these things were, compared to the current situation, the Duke of Orleans would not hesitate to disguise himself and risk his life.

You must know that France is now at war with the Italian city-state alliance, and Sicily is on the side of the alliance, and once Orleans in disguise is found out at this time, it will inevitably become an important bargaining chip for the alliance to deal with France.

Perhaps the dukes of the city-states who were afraid of the power of France might not dare to do anything to Orleans, but the king of Sicily was Ferdinand of Aragon, and his wife was the famous Isabella, if the couple were determined to fight France, then the end of Orleans would not be very happy.

Because of this, Alexander did not understand the purpose of the French.

But with the drawings in hand, seeing the places that are still there today, but have been destroyed in many places in later generations due to disrepair or natural and man-made disasters, combined with what he knew about the city, Alexander confirmed his discovery.

The Catacombs of the Capuchin were just an entrance to the underground labyrinth of Palermo, and what the French had taken great pains to find was actually the deeper part of the catacombs.

As for where that place leads, Alexander has already guessed somewhat.

The end of the tomb was already visible, and it was slightly wider than the rest, with more oddly shaped dried corpses laid out in the hollows in the walls, or hung on wooden frames.

There is no road ahead.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Alexander, they were not only confused but also disappointed, especially the mercenaries.

"Where are those people, and where is the gold you mentioned?" The bald man looked around, "What's going on?" He pounded the wall hard, but there was a muffled sound, and it was clear that there was no mechanism in the wall.

The mercenaries began to clamor for no one in the monastery except the monk who was guarding the door, and it was clear that they had entered the catacombs.

But now that the tomb has come to an end, there is no trace of those people, which is surprising and terrifying.

Because of the uneasiness, people's faces were full of doubts, and under the light of the torches, everyone felt as if something was quietly approaching them, and the emotions that had become extremely sharp and excited because of the confusion between fear and the desire to get rich turned into disappointment, and people's eyes became intense, and everyone's eyes revealed anger.

Someone's eyes began to turn to the mummies, although the bones were not adorned with a lot of jewels and gold, when they still showed greedy looks.

"What are they going to do?" Osborne muttered that he knew what was going to happen, but he really didn't want to think about it, and he was in a terrible mood.

Because of Perron's death, his position in the heart of the palace minister has been shaken, if it were not for the desperate guarantee that a major conspiracy would be discovered, and because he was afraid that there were Alfonso among the Aragonese soldiers, he struggled to encourage the palace minister to take out the money out of his own pocket to find these mercenaries, and he was probably angry at some husbands and creditors in his tailor shop at this time.

Osborne had staked everything he had on the operation, but now looking at the sturdy walls and the horrific mummies on the walls, he felt that he was truly ruined this time.

Even if this young man is a Modillo, even if, as the legend goes, he is the son of King Enrique, what is the use now?

Even the king would be terrified by a group of mercenaries who have become irritable and murderous out of disappointment.

Looking at the unbridled and bold eyes of those men, Osborne knew that they would soon start looting the mummies, and then, when they could not be satisfied, they would turn their anger on the two of themselves.

The tailor shifted in horror, only to meet Alexander, who was staring motionless at the mummies on the wall.

"Exploring the Secret ...... of Life and Death"

Alexander muttered to himself, remembering the last page of the account he had read of that of Santa Rosalia's residence in the monastery.

Alexander didn't believe that those people would disappear into thin air, and if there had to be an explanation, it would have been logical.

Suddenly, a mercenary pulled hard, not only tearing off a necklace hanging from the mummy, but also collapsing the mummy that was fixed to the wall, and a pile of bones wrapped in shriveled brown skin fell crookedly in the corner.

As a result, on the wall illuminated by torches, a rather strange character that was originally blocked by a mummy loomed.

"What is this?" The mercenary raised his torch and looked at it, then immediately stepped back in fear, "God, it's a curse, this place is cursed by the devil." ”

His words immediately caused panic, and people stopped their hands, clenched their weapons, and nervously looked at the strange words on the bare wall.

"I see."

Alexander whispered again, but this time there was a suddenness and affirmation in his voice, and then, as everyone watched in amazement, he walked straight to an upright mummy half-hidden in a wooden coffin in the wall, and put his hand into the skeletal mouth.

"What are you doing?!"

The tailor screamed to stop him, but was dragged by the bald mercenary.

"Discover the secrets of life and death...... Alexander looked back at the soldiers, and after making a careful gesture, he suddenly pulled hard!

The body of the mummy, half-hidden in the wall, suddenly plunged forward!

"All you need is courage!"

With the second half of Alexander's next sentence, a black hole in the tomb behind the mummy suddenly appeared!

Almost at the same time as the entrance to the cave opened, a black shadow suddenly flashed out of the hole.

"Be careful," the guarded bald man slammed Alexander aside with his shoulder, his sharp fighting sword slashing upwards at the enemy's weapon, and then stabbing along the blade of the enemy's sword.

The sneak attacker's mouth was blocked by the bald man, and the man's body slipped softly, and he twitched a few times and stopped moving.

"You killed him," muttered the other mercenary, dissatisfied, "we should ask what's going on in this bastard, there are quite a few of them." ”

"If you want to get rich, don't be afraid of danger," the bald man said, glancing at Alexander, "If we go on inside, you'll have to add weight, and I want seventy percent of yours." ”

"Sixty percent, no discussion," Alexander just looked at the entrance of the cave, "they sent this man to guard here, it seems that everyone has gone to work, if you are still delayed, there may be nothing." ”

"Stingy Sicilian," the bald head cursed, waving his hand to his companions behind him, "be careful, those guys don't seem to be easy to mess with." ”

Descending the hole, a different scene made everyone secretly frightened, as they walked through the narrow walk to the basement, which was hung with various tools like an execution chamber, and looked at the empty iron frame in the middle of the room, even the daring mercenaries felt a certain kind of inexplicable fear.

"What the hell is this place?" Osborne's hands trembled slightly, and he didn't even dare to guess what had happened here as he looked at the oddly shaped tools and the horribly looking iron bed.

"This is where Santa Rosalia used to stay, where she studied the Black Death with the Capuchin people."

"You mean......" Osborne didn't dare to say the following words.

Alexander nodded, who knows what it is like behind the saint, and how terrible it will be.

"What's going on?"

The voice of the bald mercenary came, and Alexander followed the voice, and then couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

On the other side of the basement, there were two exits in diametrically opposite directions, and from the footprints on the ground, it was clear that the men were divided into two groups.

"Looks like it's your lucky day," Alexander said to the bald mercenary, looking at the jumble of footprints that diverged in both directions, "you're going to get rich." ”

The bald man looked at Alexander with some confusion, he really didn't know what the young man was thinking.

"They didn't just go to the cathedral," Alexander said, "but they also went to the royal palace." ”