"Just what?" Da Taidao said dissatisfied.

It expresses intense resentment at the act of only half-talking.

"Wait, don't interrupt yet," I walked over to the nearest corpse, crouched down, and carefully blew away the dust that covered him.

Suddenly, a line of shallow handwriting was revealed.

Although there was only one sentence, a few words, it was written with the blood that flowed from the fingers.

I was coming and turning it upside down, and I read it several times, and I found that I didn't recognize any of these words!

So he asked Da Taidao: "Do you know these words?" ”

Da Taidao smiled: "Although I am a literate knife, I have to say that I don't even know any of these words!" ”

"Then what nonsense are you talking about!" I scoffed.

"Yo, do you know?" Da Taidao asked rhetorically.

"Do I know you or do I still ask you?"

"I don't know what arrogant you are with me!" Da Taidao sneered.

Then we got into an argument.

After arguing for two or three minutes, I felt annoyed, and I didn't know when I would end up arguing like this, so I tried to shut up, and at the same time gathered my thoughts, and focused all my attention on the line of blood on the ground.

After searching through my entire memory, I finally determined that I must not know these words, but that I don't know doesn't mean that no one knows, and I believe that the well-informed Old Man Taylor or the Elf Empress, who knows a lot about words, may be able to help me solve this mystery.

Thinking of this, I started rummaging through my backpack.

"Why?" Da Taidao said curiously.

"Look for pen and paper," I said, "I'm going to draw these words and find someone to read them when I get out." ”

"Can you guarantee that what you're drawing is exactly what he's writing?" Da Taidao asked again.

"This ...... So what do you say to do? "I held a pen and paper in one hand, and I was embarrassed.

"Now that the blood has been soaked deep in the floor tiles, you might as well cut it off, put it in your backpack, and then take it out in its entirety when you get out, it will be more efficient."

"Hey, you have a point!" I have to praise it again.

Then, I used my combat skills and Datai Knife to cut off the bricks with blood characters written on them.

Before putting it in the backpack again, the big sword told me again, "You cut the stones at intervals between the fonts, and then put them in the backpack in order, and when you show them to others, take them out one by one, but it's better to take them out of order." ”

“...... You're so cunning! I laughed.

"It's not cunning, it's preventing accidents!" Da Taidao said: "I think the content of this line is not trivial, if the entire stone bar is handed over, there will be a possibility that the stone bar will be destroyed." ”

"Well, you have a point," I nodded, cutting the stone strips piece by piece.

After cutting, place them in the backpack one by one in the order of front and back.

After that, I slammed the walls and the ceiling of the chamber, and when I was sure that there were no more hidden compartments, I left the place, and before leaving, I folded my hands and bowed slightly towards the corpses that had died in a horrific way and had been reduced to a dry corpse.

"Are you trying to pretend to be a monk to overtake them?" Taidao asked.

"No," I shook my head, "I just think it's a little uncomfortable to dig up their burial place and pry away one of the floor tiles inside." ”

"I don't think there's anything upset about you doing this, maybe digging up here can make the souls of the dead who have been trapped in it return to their gods, speaking of which, this is a merit!"

Although Da Taidao's words were a bit of a joke, he was reasonable.

If it weren't for me, who was like a thief, their souls might have been trapped in this cell forever in this way, never to see the light of day.

Perhaps, this despicable approach has been exchanged for a good ending.

After a few seconds of silence, I continued to walk cautiously.

The distance was flat, with no traps, no traps, and no compartments.

The tunnel became silent, so silent that the sound of the tip of the knife hitting the wall was unusually harsh.

I felt as if I was in a claustrophobic world, with no end in sight, no way out, only the glowing magic stone lamp in my hand, still stubbornly resisting, and the darkness that enveloped me.

With this stubborn light, it is my unyielding will, I want to go on, I want to continue to investigate, I want to find out who the owner of this mausoleum is, I want to find out the identities of those who died tragically and were sealed in the cell, I want to find out why they ended up like this, why this mausoleum is so abandoned.

My hand gradually increased in strength, and the great sword became more and more clenched by me.

"I can feel it," Da Taidao said, "the anger and doubt hidden in your heart, but do you think it really makes sense to figure it all out?" ”

"I don't know."

"Do you think anyone will remember these tragic deaths?" Da Taidao asked again: "Or, if these people have families, children, and descendants, will those descendants still remember their ancestors who died tragically?" ”

"I don't know."

"You don't know anything, so why are you going to keep going?" Da Taidao said: "Could it be that you are moving forward just because you ...... I don't know? ”

"Yes," I said lightly, "It's because I don't know that I have to keep going, no matter how many traps and sinister traps I encounter, I still have to move forward until I find the answer, until 'I know'." ”

"You're really a stubborn guy" Taidao sighed, a little sad, but more relieved: "I'm still worried that your stubbornness will be wiped out by this period of comfort, it turns out that your stubbornness is still hard and smelly, hehe, but I like it...... Now, I guess you won't be able to listen to anything you say, so I'll say one more useful thing - use me to your heart's content, stinky boy! ”

"Thank you."

Da Taidao was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said a little embarrassed: "Say thank you, see more, hahahaha......"

After walking for about another twenty minutes, I finally came to the end.

In front of him, there is a more huge stone door, and the stone door is also carved with exquisite reliefs.

It was exactly the same as the relief on the stone door at the end of the tunnel.

However, the relief of this stone door looks more solemn and magnificent.

Because, on the surface of the relief, it was smeared with layers of oil paint, and at the same time, the eyes of the male goblin sitting on the throne were inlaid with larger gems, shining with a more striking glow.

Gazing at the gem for a few seconds, I chuckled, swung the great sword, and slashed without hesitation - if I was hit by hypnotic magic once, would I be hit a second time!

(End of chapter)