The cold wind blew in the wilderness and made my hairs stand on end.

The system mom understood what I was afraid of: "Did the host think of something?" If you have figured it out, please move on. If it's a little bit too late, you won't be able to catch up with those guys!"

"You already knew, didn't you?"

I wiped a cold sweat and looked back at the flattened weeds on my body, trying to find the shadow of the boy's head. Without seeing with my eyes, I still felt that my head had not been completely shattered or killed.

But I couldn't find it.

When I looked up again, even the headless body disappeared completely.

I touched the two fingers of my left hand, hesitated in place for less than two seconds, and then raised my foot to continue to chase forward.

One head is not enough to prove much.

I need more clues to validate my thoughts at this moment.

Pursue!

Must chase!

I was so fast on my legs that I could barely catch up behind the ass of the ghost group before, and the route had changed from a field to a rice field.

It's not autumn harvest time.

The ears of wheat are almost up to my buttocks, and there will be some noise as they weave through them. At first, I was cautious, but after a while, I found that the ghosts didn't pay attention to these movements at all, and floated forward with all their hearts.

I didn't dare to use other props for fear of accidents.

Besides, I'd love to see where their trip ends!

Run all the way, all the way non-stop!

When the moon hangs in the sky, it is obscured by a dark cloud.

Wait for the rice field to run to the end.

When there is a stream in front of you blocking the way.

In front of the stream, a large mound bulges appeared on the ground.

The group of ghosts stopped, and entered the grave bag in batches in an orderly manner, and disappeared.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

I stopped in front of the grave bag and held my knees with my hands on my knees and gasped: "You can't run like this in the future!" If you run down in particular, you'll be immortal!"

When I had regained my strength, I straightened up and took a peek at the grave.

There are no tombstones, no tributes, no traces of burned paper.

It's more like a huge tomb built by ants to live in, where intrigue and zigzag pathways are bound to hide.

The grave bag is indeed ridiculously large.

It's not much different from a normal smaller hill.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a sign hanging in front of the tomb and a group of ghosts did get into this place, I really think this Nima is a hill!

Although there is no tombstone, there is a wooden sign.

Two lines of words were written on the sign: Our generation is towering to the sky, and things are man-made.

It doesn't feel like there's any connotation, like a sentence deliberately made up by a layman in order to pretend to be a ghost. There is a sign under these two lines of words, and the signature of the person who engraved the card is written on it: Hundred Ghost Tomb.

This name is taken...... There's nothing new at all.

The tomb was facing my side, and there was an entrance that could accommodate one person, and there was not the slightest strange sound coming from the entrance.

After making sure that there was no danger in all directions, I went to the entrance of the grave bag.

With the perceptual power night vision, I was able to see clearly what was going on inside the entrance. Damn it, the entrance was less than a meter away, followed by a right turn. So the road left for me to see clearly is not long, and it is so clean that it leaves no clues and things worthy of my analysis.

This made it difficult for me.

Enter?

Or not?

In case there are other similar young male ghost heads in the grave bag, it must be hard steel on the front with my sword finger alone.

But since the ghosts have drawn me here.

There must be a reason for the existence of grave bags.

Maybe there's a mystery I need in the gravebag.

"Ding!"

A system chime interrupted my train of thought.

The mother of the system gave me props like a cornucopia: "The nature of the mission has changed, so I will give the host a few limited-time items and equipment in the mission."

"The first one, the year-old robe."

"The second piece, the sword of breaking wealth."

"The third piece, the robbery of the wine gourd."

"Fourth, God-Breaking Wine."

"Drinking Broken God Wine can use the three-piece preparation skill of Broken Words: Dust-Breaking Sword Technique (It's easy to get started if you drink too much)."

"Four pieces of equipment will be recovered before the mission ends."

Her voice just fell.

A dark yellow burlap sermon robe was worn over me instead of an old coat full of dirt. A sword less than two feet long, made of steel, sharpened and polished, was sheathed and carried behind me. A rusty wine gourd, filled with booze, hung heavily from the waistband of my trousers.

Four pieces of equipment are on hand.

I felt that the system mother was awesome, but also realized that the task had become more difficult: "System mother...... Are you trying to trick me? ”

"Impossible! How can it be!? ”

The system mother with a black belly to the extreme flickered me with empty white teeth and flickered me: "Please host must believe in your own strength!" Also believe in the strength of the system mom! ”

"The system mother is a good mother who can fly with the host!"

"Come on! The motherly love I have lacked all these years has been found back in you!"

I complained absentmindedly and took back the net cloud suppression microphone tucked in my clothes to the equipment interface. Then he took out the sword on his back, and held his breath in front of the entrance of the tomb and silently recited the mantra to calm his somewhat frightened heart.

"Hoo ......"

I let out a long breath and prepared to walk in my grave bag.

"Wait a minute!"

The host's mother's throat almost made me kneel.

"What are you doing?"

I stroked my undulating chest.

"There are thousands of roads, safety first, please be careful and slow down!"

"Go, go, go! Dude, I don't even have to look at the rearview mirror to drift with one hand! ”

I readjusted my mindset and stepped into the entrance of the tomb.

When my feet were in the grave bag, I bent down and scooped up a piece of soil, put it in my mouth, and analyzed what was in it by eating it.

However, the soil here is no different from the outside world.

I gave up on using the trick to judge the feng shui situation, and walked less than two steps before I came to the bend.

The magic sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and he clutched the wine gourd in his left hand.

The atmosphere was so quiet that there was no wind, except for the sound of my feet on the thin dirt and the beating of my heart at an irregular pace.

The bend passed.

I stood at the fork in the road and looked at the scene ahead, and somehow I had the illusion of a sudden enlightenment. The vision was no longer narrow and gloomy, it became empty and there was some dark green light lingering over the walls.

If I had to find an adjective to describe the scene in the grave, I think "magical" would be the best word.

The distance between the top and bottom is four meters long.

The entire hole is paved with waterproof tiles, and the dark white tiles are spotless.

Not damp, not dry.

Especially where I am standing now, looking up at the front and looking at the front, I can see various types of famous paintings from ancient and modern times.

Reduced version of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival"

Mona Lisa

Napoleon's Crossing the Alps

The Blind Girl

……

And the ending echoes "Kent Beach" and "The Last Supper".

There is still an endless tunnel ahead, and the terrain is gradually decreasing, and the further ones are almost arcing into a 180-degree angle.

It is predicted that the tunnel is crossed under the stream.

Although the authentic decoration is very good, I still dare not take it lightly. Those portraits are like the demons of hell hidden, and the people or ghosts in those portraits are all staring at me with long eyes.

I stood there as if I was being watched by thousands of pairs of eyes.

The feeling of pressure hammered my spine, which never bent.

I walked forward as I noticed the changes in the portrait.

After walking for about three minutes, my robe was already soaked with sweat, and a sense of fatal depression welled up in my heart, and I faintly heard someone's voice calling for help, sometimes clear, sometimes vicissitudes, sometimes more like a male duck's voice.

Fascinated, I walked forward and stopped at the end of the last portrait, "The Last Supper".

Jesus and his twelve followers sat at a table eating dinner.

This portrait can be said to be famous in China and abroad, and the content is probably about one of the twelve apostles who betrayed Jesus, which led to Jesus' final crucifixion. The expressions of the people in the picture are different, including horror, anger, doubt, and confession...... And I understand this portrait to be reduced to one word: betrayal.

I could just reach Jesus' slightly sad face.

On the premise that there is no danger, I open my mind to analyze all kinds of things.

If there's something suggestive about the portrait.

Does it match the note of the third clue?

The person who writes the note with neuroticism must have very complicated emotions, and it is not good that he has experienced betrayal by others before thinking about writing the note.

I don't want to live anymore.

Then you accompany... Die together.

Help me.

I suddenly watched "The Last Supper" and laughed.

It's getting interesting.