The fat man and I saw that the lights of the stone platform around us were gradually shrouded, and then we let down our guard a little.

The scorching light of the fire illuminates the entire tomb square, and the uneven walls are full of traces of artificial excavation.

It seems that by this point, the entire island has been almost hollowed out by half.

"What do you think?"

I looked back at the fat man who was a little stunned with a folding pickaxe and said with a smile, thinking that this guy should be thinking about that American girl again.

The environment inside the tomb was damp and dark, and I had forgotten how much time had passed since I entered it, and the watch on my wrist had been damaged by the water.

At this time, my stomach was already a little hungry, and saving a little dry food in my backpack was enough to support a few meals.

I just wanted to ask Long Tsai and Uncle Nine to come over to share the food, but I found that Uncle Nine was shuttling through the terracotta warriors and horses as if he had found something incredible.

"You see, these terracotta warriors don't seem to be the same as we usually see."

It was Xiao Baiyan who said this, and he took a magnifying glass to carefully examine the facial expressions of the clay figurines, and the expression of joy on his face gradually disappeared.

"It's... This is a living person".

Uncle Jiu trembled and reached out to stroke the nearest war horse, which was a bronze chariot with the color of the Qin Dynasty.

The people in the carriage were wearing heavy armor with Changge in their hands, and they were almost carved lifelike, and even the war horses in the carriage were set up with brown hair, and there was a murderous awe.

"The Living?"

The fat man frowned a little, I tried to recall the record in Wu Laogou's diary at this time, but found that there were very few records of the ancient tombs of the Qin Dynasty in the notebook.

Or that Wu Laogou was not interested in the Qin tomb back then, or maybe it was too old and there was no trace of it.

"The so-called living Yong does not mean that people are sealed alive in clay figurines and burned, but human blood and mud are used, so as to ensure that the yin qi in the tomb is not dispersed."

Uncle Nine said that, but reached out and flicked the forehead of the war horse in front of him.

What we didn't expect in the next second was that the dirt on the entire war horse instantly cracked, revealing red bloodstains.

There was an indescribable weirdness in the dim light of the fire shining on everyone's face.

It wasn't until a short time later that the dragon boy in front of him suddenly made an extremely strange gesture to Uncle Jiu, and the fat man and I were confused.

I wondered what this boy was doing, and it wasn't until the expression on Uncle Jiu's face became grim that he understood a little.

"Fine-grained godson, everyone is on guard if there is a situation."

After Uncle Nine finished speaking, he took out the dagger on his waist, and then I remembered that I had heard him talk to him when I was chatting with him before, and Long Zai's hearing was far easier than that of ordinary people.

This gesture just now must have been that he had noticed some strange noise, and he felt that there was danger before warning everyone.

"One Second"

"Two seconds"

Time passed little by little, and a few of us didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of missing the slightest movement.

At this time, I couldn't bear to be impatient, and asked Uncle Jiu softly: "Could it be that Long Tsai heard it wrong, in such an empty place, if there was something, we should have noticed it a long time ago."

Uncle Nine frowned and shook his head, signaling that Long Zai's hearing was never wrong.

While thinking about it, he suddenly heard the floor tiles under his feet shaking, and in the darkness, even the stone lamps next to the terracotta warriors and horses were extinguished five or six, and some of the terracotta warriors were even more crooked.

As if triggering a domino effect, one overwhelmed the other and kicked up huge amounts of dust and pounced on our crowd.

A sense of oppression that I had never felt before spread from the bottom of my heart, and before I knew it, my palms were already filled with cold sweat.

"It's... It's coming".

Standing at the front of the line in the dark, Dragonboy suddenly stumbled, even though we knew that his speech barrier was innate.

But at this time, such a situation has undoubtedly caused great oppression in the hearts of each of us.

I don't know what the "it" that Long Tsai is referring to, I just feel that the terracotta warriors and horses that are overwhelming all over the world have collapsed one after another.

In the darkness, it was as if a behemoth was staring at us, hidden in the dust and smoke of the sky.

"Run!"

This time it was Uncle Nine who opened his mouth first, and he saw Long Zai's trembling gestures, signaling everyone to leave and cover our retreat by himself.

I looked behind me, and the original tunnel had been sealed with quicksand, and there were huge bronze centaurs on the left and right, so there was nowhere to hide.

"What the is this?"

Seeing that there was no way out, there was a faint anger in my heart, and for a moment, I didn't know where the courage came from, and I actually took the folding pickaxe from the fat man's hand.

It's not lightweight, it's powerful.

Immediately afterwards, he walked side by side with the dragon boy led by him, and the two pairs of iron shoes under his feet, which were almost 100 catties, were particularly eye-catching, making people want to not notice it.

I could even feel that there was something strange and unusual in the air around him, it was a real master of hard qigong.

In order to achieve the integration of the breath in the body and the air around you.

A huge sound of breaking wind swept through the puffs of smoke and swept towards us, and most of the dozens of stone lamps that were still lit around us were extinguished in an instant.

"It's... It's a ghost in a tomb. ”

At this moment, the little white face of the United States behind him seemed to be panicked, shouting at a vague mural on the wall.

But before I could think about it, I was completely bounced away by the huge wave of air, and only the dragon boy next to me only took two or three steps back before stretching out his huge palm and confronting the thing in the smoke.

The fat man grabbed me with a stern expression, and the little white face and Uncle Nine behind him had already hid under the bronze carriage.

"Son, come here, this time is really unusual, it's important to save your life."

At the moment of crisis, I was a little indignant at Uncle Jiu's practice of leaving the dragon boy, but when I looked at the mural that both Xiaobaimian and Uncle Jiu had seen.

The expression on his face gradually froze.

The frescoes depict the scene when the terracotta warriors and horses were cast, and many people dressed as slaves were pulled by the soldiers to the pit to be beheaded and bled out.

On the other hand, the cast terracotta warriors and horses depict a yellow-brown mist, as if representing the resentment of the dead.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the fat man and I couldn't help much, and we didn't even know the true face of the enemy in front of us.

The dragon boy with iron shoes had green tendons on his forehead, and suddenly he really dragged the thing out of the fog.

A pair of huge tentacles were as terrifying as two red lanterns, and each section of armor emitted a dark red glow.

The dragon's huge and unusual palm and the tentacles of the thing froze together, and this time a few of us finally saw clearly that hidden in the fog was a huge dark red centipede.

"Ahh

The dragon boy couldn't help but let out a loud shout, and pulled the centipede out of the fog again with both hands, and the pair of scarlet eyes were extremely eye-catching.