Xia Ruobing stepped forward to help him and helped him to sit down on the edge of a stone platform.

"Someone said this to me a long time ago......" Mr. Min whispered.

"Who?!" Xia Ruobing felt very strange.

"Bing'er." Mr. Min's face turned even paler.

"Shi Yingbing?! How can it be? Xia Ruobing's eyes widened, how could the high priest know this sentence was strange enough, but how could Shi Yingbing 20 years ago also know this sentence?!

"She always waited for me, but once I waited for her for four hours, and I complained that she came too late, and she said this to me mischievously, and I asked her who said it, and she told me that the first page of her family's family tree was this sentence, and she thought it was very philosophical." Mr. Min said in a low voice, "When I heard the high priest say this to me, I had a special premonition that I would meet Bing'er. ”

"Shi Yingbing is really a descendant of the royal family!" Xia Ruobing whispered, otherwise how would she know about this sentence engraved in the royal tomb.

“OH！ Dear Min, how much else are you hiding from me? Dick leaned over, and although he had sent someone to investigate Mr. Min, he really didn't know about these things.

"Dick, I said I wasn't like you." Mr. Min shook his head, "This is my family business. ”

"Okay, but for now, how do we get there?" Dick heard a low voice in the distance, presumably Xia Ruobing's mechanism had returned to its place.

"Since it's a reunion, we have to meet first." Mr. Min staggered to his feet and looked at the slowly opening stone door, the line of words on the side of the stone door was as red as blood!

"Mr. Min!" When Xia Ruobing wanted to stop him, Mr. Min had already walked into the passage.

Wang Xingguo's journey was smooth, he didn't even touch any mechanism, he heard a rumbling vibration sound coming from under his feet, and a faint light appeared in front of the passage......

This is the largest stone room, there are thousands of square meters, Wang Xingguo raised his eyes to see, the top of the stone chamber is 100 meters away from the ground, the lowest is more than 40 meters, seven pores are arranged into a special pattern, sunlight is projected from the pores, shining on the copper mirror on the ground, Wang Xingguo polished a copper mirror, let the sunlight refract away, and soon a starry sky map of the northern night sky appeared in a high place.

"Oh my God!" When Wang Xingguo stood by the stone chamber, he exclaimed, those seven blowholes are the constellation Orion, which occupies most of the sky, and in the north is the shining North Star, which is clearly visible next to Ursa Major and Cassiopeia, and some other dark constellations can also be distinguished with the naked eye.

The copper mirror on the ground is placed according to the direction of the sun's incidence, and the path they place out is the path of the sun projected on the ground, no matter when, the sunlight can shine on a certain copper mirror, and then the sunlight is refracted to the sky, the middle of the stone room is a layer of steps, straight to the highest, on both sides are neatly arranged sarcophagus, on the side of each sarcophagus, there are one or two stone statues kneeling on one knee to serve, the stone tablet in front of the sarcophagus is an eagle with wings about to fly, and the stone tablet is engraved with a long section of Lu Wen, Wang Xingguo did not study much of Lu Wen, he felt that this should be an inscription praising the royal family, on both sides of the stele are two stone statues of samurai on horseback, one holding a knife, one holding a spear, Wang Xingguo looked at the direction, this step is facing the north, the highest part of the step is a sarcophagus, the wall behind the sarcophagus is a hornless fierce dragon guarding it with teeth and claws, there are two stone statues on both sides, the stone statue looks solemn, the long knife into the sheath, as if it is the Praetorian Guard!

All the sarcophagi are facing north and south, Wang Xingguo saw the high place of the steps, there seemed to be a kneeling figure, hesitated, and stepped into the stone room.

The sarcophagus are all open, Wang Xingguo saw that there were men and women, their clothes were very ordinary, and they couldn't see any funeral goods, the dry air retained their appearance, Wang Xingguo could restore their appearance from the dry face, the one-legged kneeling in front of the sarcophagus should be the attendant who served them, the coffin of the male host is two stone statues of a man and a woman, and there is only a stone statue of a maid in front of the hostess's coffin.

This is the joint burial mausoleum of the Loulan royal family, only the people of the Loulan royal family can come here, some of the sarcophagi are empty, it seems that there has never been a master, it is reserved for those descendants of Loulan, Wang Xingguo went all the way up the steps, walked to the highest sarcophagus, and saw clearly that there was indeed a kneeling person in front of the sarcophagus.

"Survivor of the Poseidon." Wang Xingguo guessed the identity of this person.

700 years have turned the survivor of the Poseidon into a dry corpse, he kneels on his right knee, rests his left hand on his left knee, bows his head, and holds the sword in his right hand on the ground for 700 years, a gesture of surrender or supplication in Europe.

Wang Xingguo saw that on the front of the sarcophagus, in the open wooden box, a blood-red jade was exuding an alluring light, and he found that the dragon carved on the jade was exactly the same as the dragon on the wall!

"Wang Yin!" Wang Xingguo's heart jumped wildly! Wang Yin is really back here!

Wang Xingguo stepped forward, wanting to pick up the wooden box to see if it was real, but accidentally stepped on something, and looked down to see that it was a kettle left by the survivors of the Poseidon, half-buried in the sand, and a corner of a piece of paper was exposed by the side of the kettle.

Wang Xingguo carefully peeled off the sand, and the paper full of handwriting was revealed......

The survivors of the Poseidon recorded what they went through, and after Black Friday, the Poseidon escaped from France loaded with the treasures of the Knights Templar, but only a few people knew that what Philip IV wanted most was the Ghost Scepter, and his ambition was to summon an army of the undead and unify Europe. After the Poseidon escaped, he spent most of the year on the ocean, and the captain did not want to be coerced into going to Norway, he believed that he had a more sacred duty - to return the ghost scepter to the East, 200 years of war, they had seen enough of killing and blood, and had seen enough of the ugly side of human nature, if the ghost scepter fell into the hands of anyone with ulterior motives and summoned the army of the undead again, it would be a disaster that swept across Europe. They were to send the Scepter back to the East, the land of the legendary King of the Dead, and make a deal with him to put the army of the undead to sleep forever, which they regarded as their most sacred duty.

After the storm tore the Poseidon apart, the survivors' skiffs drifted at sea for ten days before being rescued by a passing sailboat, and after re-embarking on solid land, they buried their secrets in their hearts and began recruiting personnel to prepare for the return of the Ghost Scepter. They bypassed the territory of the Persians and followed the legend to find the Gorge of the Dead, where they were warmly welcomed by the fortress, and the guardians of the Black River, hoping that they would free the suffering spirits, passed through the Canyon of the Dead, climbed the snowy mountains under the watchful eye of the ghost-faced skeletons, and in that high mountain king, there was infighting in the ranks, and the recruits found themselves trudging in agony for an illusory ideal. In the hands of the historians in the royal city, there is a map, in the desert of the far east, there is a royal tomb, from which the army of the undead set out, and the treasure they obtained was brought back there, and the undead stored the treasure in several stone chambers, and served the king of the undead with the treasure!

The battle was inevitable, they killed the dissidents, they were not worthy to be the warriors who escorted the scepter, they decided to split the scepter in two, leaving the handle and the spell in the Alpine King's City, and returning the magical bloodstone to the king of the undead! They want to make a deal with the King of the Dead! This will ensure that no one can summon the army of the undead.

After crossing the snow-capped mountains and crossing the desert, most of the warriors who escorted the Bloodstone fell, and the people who were tormented by thirst were exhausted, and at the gates of the royal tomb, even the most loyal Jean Liel rebelled. They have worked so hard to cross the distance of half a world for an expedition that will never return? Jean Lille and his men attacked the others, and although he did not take the Bloodstone, there were not many people left, and they entered the tomb according to the map......

Seeing this, Wang Xingguo had reverence for the soldier in front of him. From today's point of view, their approach is undoubtedly ridiculous, but no one can measure the people of 700 years ago by modern standards. They are ignorant, but they are no less fearless; They are savage, but they are no less great. They can draw swords for a disagreement, or they can travel long distances for a promise......

Wang Xingguo understood that those survivors of the Poseidon had tried their best to prevent the reappearance of the army of the undead. They faced doubts, betrayals, all kinds of ulterior motives, and the barriers of snow-capped mountains and deserts, but they finally came here and never left......

On the other piece of paper is their pact with the King of the Dead: I, El Raffarin, son of Sean Raffarin, servant of the Knights Templar, devout recognized by the Church, people of God, have crossed the road of thousands of miles to come here, to return the Stone of the Dead, and to make a covenant with you. I proclaim myself a knight, and on behalf of our armament, I promise to the King of the Dead that if the army of the undead crosses the Black River again, warriors will gather on the battlefield from all sides, bows and arrows will block the sun, we will not be afraid to fight you in the dark, and we will triumph again in the glory of the Light!

In exchange for the contract, I promise and pledge that the two sides will never violate each other with the Black River as the boundary, and that I will surrender my soul to the King of the Dead to serve here for eternity!

Some of the handwriting was already blurred, and Wang Xingguo looked at the person kneeling in front of the sarcophagus, he was El Raffarin. From the current point of view, he is ridiculous, he used his life to complete a meaningless crossing, there has never been an army of the undead, there has never been a king of the undead, here is just a tomb of the king of Loulan that disappeared in the long river of history, the tomb of the king lies in the royal family of Loulan, the bloodstone that he thinks can summon the army of the undead, is just the dragon button of the Han Empire to canonize the king of Loulan!

But now all this is meaningless, the great expedition has passed, 700 years ago El Raffarin came here, he faced the empty royal tomb, the silent sarcophagus, and announced loudly into the air in a hoarse voice: I have traveled thousands of miles to make a pact with the King of the Dead, I will exchange my life with you, we are not afraid of death, we want peace!

It was a fearless courage to make a covenant with history with one's life.

"Mr. El Raffarin, I release your soul and go, there will be no more armies of the undead, I assure you." Wang Xingguo whispered to this man who had been kneeling in the royal tomb for 700 years.

There was a sigh in the air, a sigh of relief, and at this moment, Wang Xingguo believed that El Raffarin's soul heard his voice, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief and rest in peace forever.

"Ga ......" Wang Xingguo heard the sound of the stone door slowly opening, he turned his head to see that a figure staggered into the royal tomb.

"Bare eggs!" Wang Xingguo exclaimed.

I don't know what Chen Badai has experienced, his face is covered with dust at this time, his eyes are blood-red and frightening, the clothes on his body are tattered, and his steps are unsteady, Wang Xingguo ran down the steps.