However, with the advent of the tunnels, all this is over.

When Jiang Huo's figure completely disappeared into the tunnel, the two bluestone floors that were originally opened were also slowly closed.

In the dark passage, every fifteen steps, Jiang Huo saw two oil lamps hanging next to the tunnel.

After walking almost a hundred steps in a row, Jiang Huo finally became interested in these constantly burning oil lamps, and she leaned next to one of them, and glanced inside.

"There's no oil?" Jiang Huo was surprised to find that inside the oil lamp, there was nothing but a burning wick.

How is this possible?

Jiang Huo just wanted to reach out and touch the faint flame, but suddenly, a strange smell entered the tip of her nose. The smell was very pungent, and Jiang Huo frowned again and again. Jiang Huo sniffed lightly for a while, and then he determined the type of smell.

The smell coming out of the oil lamp is supposed to be the smell of goat's milk, but it is not the kind of goat's milk that has been processed, but the goat's milk that has just been collected from the goats, because it contains a strong smell of goat's blood.

"How can there be a smell of goat's milk here? Or is it this fresh goat's milk taste? ”

It was already a very strange thing to be able to build such an intricate mausoleum in the middle of this desert, and if it was attributed to the ability of the monks, Jiang Huo could reluctantly accept it. But when he smelled fresh goat's milk in this mausoleum that had been hidden in the desert for many years, Jiang Huo couldn't convince himself of the reason he had before.

Could it be that there are still surviving monks in this mausoleum? He's keeping some sheep in the ground? Living on goat's milk?

Don't be funny, even Jiang Huo himself doesn't believe in this strange argument.

Just when Jiang Huo didn't want to think about this clueless thing, and took a step to continue to move forward, a feeling of dizziness suddenly filled her mind, Jiang Huo was suddenly startled, the tip of the sword was on the ground, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, so he didn't fall.

What's the situation?

Jiang Huo held his forehead with his left hand and shook his head vigorously, and the passage in front of him, which was originally straight down, now had countless ghosts. At this moment, in Jiang Huo's sight, the faint candlelight has become a star in the night sky, constantly flickering. The soft power was filled in the limbs and bones of Jiang Huo, and the strange fragrance with the smell of mutton still kept invading Jiang Huo's sense of smell.

Not good! There is something wrong with this mutton smell!

Jiang Huo, who had woken up, immediately let go of her hands, and the Jiaoying long sword that entered the stone was inserted in front of her, her hands turned into countless phantoms, and her fingertips containing aura were pointed on the big points around her body.

In the next moment, countless steam rose from the Heavenly Spirit of Jiang Huo, and the rich smell of goat's milk instantly filled the entire dark passage.

On Jiang Huo's white face, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared, these beads of sweat were not crystalline, but extremely turbid, containing a strange white.

Just when Jiang Huo was sitting in the dark passage and kept pushing the toxins out of his body, the outside world was already bright. Dozens of figures appeared above the camp, and these people looked at the golden light flowing under their feet, and their faces showed a look of understanding.

"Looks like they're already in." The leader was an old man in a tunic suit, except for his face was a little old, there was nothing special, standing in the void, he was hunched over, staring at the camp below.

"Then do we need to untie the barrier under the water cloth?" A middle-aged man asked.

"Untie what? And these people explain that this mausoleum is now taken over by us? The old man in the tunic looked at the other party and said, "Let's contact Captain Jiang and Captain Lai first to see what the situation is now." ”

While speaking, the old man in the tunic slowly landed, walked directly into the command camp, picked up the materials spread out on the table, and studied them. The surrounding entourage was divided into two ways, one group went to the shaft base not far away, and the other group wanted to get in touch with Captain Jiang and Captain Lai.

It didn't take long for a young woman to enter the camp and report to the old man in the tunic suit: "Captain Lai is nowhere to be found, and Captain Jiang and his team seem to have all died." ”

"What?" The old man in the tunic put down the document in his hand, stared at the young woman with a serious face, and said, "You said that Captain Jiang and they have already died?" Could it be that these people really want to oppose us? ”

Hearing the news of the death, the first thing the old man thought of was Lu Laodao and the others.

Before they received the task, there were only a handful of monks here, and if they couldn't find the murderer, the black cauldron on the bodies of Lu Laodao and Qing Shui Old Monk would not be able to get rid of it.

"It's unclear what happened to the deaths, but the stone door in the tunnel has been opened, so we need to enter immediately." The young woman looked down at her feet, not daring to make eye contact with the old man.

"Enter, enter immediately."

In less than half a minute, all the people who got the order appeared in the underground tunnel, the old man ordered a few people to guard here, and the rest of the people followed behind the old man and walked into the thick black fog. Like Jiang Huo, these people also encountered the same problem, and in the face of this black fog that could confuse the five senses, everyone was helpless.

When the old man walked into the hall, he looked at the jade pendant handed over by his subordinates, and his dark face improved a little.

"Fortunately, this is just a formation to deceive the five senses, and the consequences of denial are unimaginable."

The old man divided the remaining six people into two teams, one team went to the left passage to pursue Lu Laodao and others, and the other team went to the right passage to pursue the old monk Qing Shui. He himself walked towards the middle passage, wanting to see the river fire that was full of mist all over his body. The old man traveled all the way, and the scene on the road made him speed up his pace, Jiang Huo walked through the passage for half an hour, and the old man only spent less than half a pillar of incense.

When he pushed open the iron door and walked into the palace, Captain Lai was there looking at the murals around him with relish.

"What's going on?" The old man pointed to the messy ground with a gloomy face.

Captain Lai, who heard the movement, turned around, saw the old man's face, and immediately shouted, "Third captain, you are here." ”

The old man's face was like stagnant water, and he had no intention of responding at all.

Captain Lai was very knowledgeable, and immediately told everything he knew.

The organization of the old man is clearly structured and very simple.

A team of five people, one of whom is the captain; Upward, there is a squadron composed of five squads of 25 people, and the squadron leader is assigned according to the different tasks performed each time; Further up, there is a brigade of four squadrons and 100 people, and the captain of the brigade is independently elected. This old man is the captain of the third brigade.

After listening to Captain Lai's words, the old man stared at the other party expressionlessly, and said in a low voice: "You mean, after tracking here, you can't find a way to move forward?" ”