What the mandrill said made my heart chill, after all, it should be regarded as the overlord of the land here, the head snake of the land. It says that, and naturally it has its reasons. But at the moment, I am in a desperate situation, and I can't just give up because of this little monster's words.

So I turned to asking, "Where is this place, Lady Mountain?"

The mandrill jumped into the wooden coffin, and this time looked at me condescendingly, and replied, "The Tomb of King Yelang." ”

"Yelang?Wang Ling?" This thing always speaks in a weird way, so I have to make sure again.

I didn't expect this to make it unhappy, and there was a gurgling sound in my throat, so I had to quickly thank it.

How can this Lost Soul Ridge be Yelang's royal tomb, it doesn't make sense from the geographical location, it seems that there is still a lot of work to be done about Yelang's records and discoveries in history. When I was caught by the natives before, Zhang Lao Blind and I just deduced that they might be Gu Yelang's people, but the other party has not clearly reported his family, and we haven't asked in detail, just kept taking it for granted, but at present, it seems that the previous inference should be correct.

Could this underground palace royal tomb be where the formation of the Lost Soul Ridge is located? If this is the case, then if the formation is broken, it should be possible to go out.

"Mountain girl, can you take me for a walk in this underground palace?" After thinking about it, I plan to see what this underground palace is first, there are still candles lit in it, isn't it really made of the tears of the South China Sea merman, which can burn for thousands of years?

When the mandrill heard from me, it let out another hair-curding laugh, and then a leap dodged and disappeared out of thin air in front of me.

I just wanted to open my mouth to scold, but I stopped in time, and finally I could only ask a few weak questions, but I really didn't get any response.

This mandrill really doesn't mean words, and I feel angry in my heart.

Forget it, it's better to rely on others than on yourself, not to mention thinking about relying on demons.

The coffins in the underground palace are all placed vertically, which is very inconsistent with the traditional funeral style of the Han people. However, this Yelang is an ethnic minority, plus it is very old, and it is normal to have any peculiar customs, and even the Han people in the Central Plains occasionally have a few outliers and adopt other funeral styles. But having said that, these coffins still make me feel that they are not used to hold people, but more like a formation, which is the intuition of a charlatan.

I looked around, but there was no vantage point nearby, so it was difficult to see the whole picture. So I had to climb up to the coffin that had trapped me just now, stand on the edge, and carefully look around.

Because I wasn't big enough, I tossed for a long time before I had a rough idea of it. The wooden coffins in this underground palace are placed less and less towards the center, and the surrounding areas are denser. In addition to the candlesticks in the outermost circle, there are also candles and candlesticks between the coffins, which seem to be a line connecting the city, as a partition, dividing the area in a fan-shape.

Although not obvious, this overall trend is somewhat similar to the structure of the previous stone house.

Isn't it a correspondence between entering the stone house and coming to the coffin? So if I enter another coffin, is it possible to return to the stone house?

To test this inference, another coffin would need to be opened.

At this time, the mandrill was nowhere to be found, and it was still a question whether I could open the wooden coffin alone, but now I couldn't give up this inference, so I had to roll up my sleeves and try it first.

I have a few coffins around me at the moment, seeking to be near but not far. I casually came to a nearby and tentatively pulled the coffin board out, but it didn't move. I didn't give up, I turned to the side of the coffin again, my knees slightly bent and my toes grasped the ground, my left hand clasped the side of the coffin, and my right hand supported the side of the coffin lid that grew out, and pushed it out violently.

This time I riveted enough strength, but the coffin lid was not opened, but because of my sudden force, the coffin moved an arc on the ground, and the creaking sound suddenly appeared and echoed in the hollow dungeon, and the candles on the surrounding candlesticks seemed to be affected, and began to flicker and flicker.

However, at this point, my nerves were a little numb, and I basically didn't react to the scene in front of me.

What's going on with this coffin?

I carefully examined the coffin that had trapped me just now, and found that the junction between the lid and the side of the coffin was not sealed with the nails. It's the same with this one that can't be opened, and there is no trace of sealing on the cover.

Looks like I'm going to have to try a few more, I thought to myself, turned around and went to another coffin, and did it again.

This time, as soon as I exerted my right hand, I felt that the resistance in front of me disappeared, and the coffin lid smashed straight to the ground. I don't know what the reason is, the moment the coffin board opened, the coffin opening turned in the opposite direction towards me, I was too old, I didn't have time to retract, I only felt a rotten gas rushing to my face, and as soon as it was dark in front of me, something smashed into my face.

Without time to think, I quickly turned my head over and jumped back with a knee-jerk stress response, only to see the thing still leaning against my upper body like a plaster, which was still pressed against my head, but now it was on my right shoulder because of my retreat. I immediately pushed the thing forward with both hands as I continued to pull back.

There was a "poof" sound, like the sound of a rag bag falling to the ground.

I was shocked, and when I looked at it, it was a dried corpse that had fallen to the ground.

"Shit!" I quickly patted my body where it had been touched, and at the same time moved away from the dried corpse on the ground, not out of fear, but out of utter disgust.

"Whew. With another sigh of relief, I headed back to the dried corpse, intending to take a closer look, and I couldn't miss the slightest clue at the moment.

I squatted down, and the smell of decay had completely dissipated at this time, and the dry corpse was facing the floor, and its whole body seemed to be wearing black clothes and black pants, and it had already fused with the flesh and skin. The corpse was still shiny, and it felt more appropriate to describe it as a wet corpse.

I picked up a brass candlestick from the side and used it as a pole, and with great effort turned the body over.

The corpse's face was no longer human, but it could still be seen that the expression was painful, and the mouth was wide open, as if it was in pain at the last moment before death.

Like me, he entered the stone house, was trapped in a wooden coffin, and finally suffocated to death. Thinking of this, I hurriedly looked at the lid of the coffin that had just been opened, and found that there were indeed some marks and blood marks on it, which should have been caused by the old brother scratching on the ground.

"Senior, hard work. I clenched my fists and arched my hands, as if to say something to myself. This Yelang patriarch once said that only cultivators can fall into illusions and be caught by them. So thinking about it, this person must also be a person in the Xuanmen, and his death here is not a tragic word.

At this time, I am both scared and glad. If it hadn't been for the mandrill, maybe I would have ended up like this man. If I can still touch it when I go out, I must give some high-end cosmetics.

After a lot of exhaustion, I quickened my movements, tried a few coffins in other places, and came to the conclusion that every coffin that could be opened must have dead people inside. However, I still don't know if those that can't be opened are all empty coffins, and if I rashly say that those that can't be opened are empty coffins, I will make the mistake of survivor bias.

After a series of tosses, my physical strength could no longer keep up, and I had not drunk water for a long time, so my mouth was dry and my eyes were red.

Spelled. Even if the coffin that can be opened has been a dead person, I can only try it head-on. Holding my breath, I stepped into the nearest coffin, facing outwards and closing my eyes tightly.

Maybe I was in an anxious mood, I just felt more and more itchy on my body, as if there were a lot of ants crawling on my body, but even so, I didn't dare to open my eyes too quickly, and then disrupt the process of illusion formation transformation, so I could only keep adjusting this breath.

There was still a dead silence around me, and for about three minutes, I could no longer hold back the anxiety in my heart and quickly opened my eyes.