Several of us went through almost nine deaths before we managed to climb out of the abyss.

In front of him was still a familiar and unfamiliar burial chamber, and the golden coffin was already empty, although there were no burial goods.

But it seems that this danger has been lifted, and the heart that has been hanging my heart has finally fallen.

The inside of the coffin was covered with deep scratches, as if something had been scratched with claws, and I didn't dare to think deeply.

According to the conclusion reached by a few people just now, since this place does not belong to the three-dimensional world outside, God knows if there is some kind of creature hidden in this unknown space that we have never seen before?

It's like the so-called Bermuda Delta, where all planes and ships disappear and crash inexplicably.

This incident made headlines a few years ago, attracting many explorers to investigate, but until now it has been inconclusive.

The little white face with a mole on his face finally stopped trying to find an exit, but completely stayed in the ancient tomb forever.

Before he died, he whispered something to me, probably about the third mirror being hidden by him in a place where no one could find it.

This is also to avoid the re-differentiation of the spatial dimension, and he himself can no longer distinguish who is the subject and who is the fake split from this space.

The only way to escape from the tomb is to briefly revert back to the three-dimensional world when all the "people" in the tomb who have been split out of the dimension disappear.

Only then will we have the slightest chance of escaping.

I subconsciously peeked at the fat man who had been silent in the tomb, and this guy didn't seem to be very willing to talk after entering the stone door.

I don't know what I'm thinking about at the moment, but since the Third World Mirror can't be taken away, I can only find an opportunity to join Uncle Nine and them right now.

Looking at the huge tomb in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed, since this is a boundless and boundless space, where will Long Tsai and Uncle Nine be?

The only one in the team who understands it thoroughly is the fat man.

Although he saw me being sucked into the Styx, as long as he didn't see my corpse, he would not give up, let alone think that I was dead.

The Tai Chi Bagua mural hanging above the tomb above his head was already torn apart at this time, and a hole could be faintly seen, and a cold wind was swishing outward.

In front of me, there were only six people left in the team of little white face, the fat man and me, and the fat man was a little wilted.

In fact, he didn't say that I should also know that he and the fat man have the same memory, almost two identical and identical people.

Now he is told that he may just be a shadow created by mistake, and this feeling is frustrating and helpless for anyone.

Several murals on the wall behind me had been exposed to the air for too long before finally dissipating, and I vaguely seemed to see a blurred outline on the wall.

It was originally the most seriously damaged mural, and I don't know what raw materials the ancients used as the color, but now it is actually revealed little by little under the coincidence of yin and yang.

It was an ancient bronze dark green mirror, with palm-shaped tentacles sticking out from the left and right sides, emitting a glowing brilliance.

Like the dark green sun in the legendary underworld, it envelops the entire tomb and even the island.

At this moment, I seemed to remember something, and then the content of the words in the mural echoed in my ears little by little.

Qin Shi Huang once asked Xiang Xi about the art of immortality, and did not hesitate to ride the wind and waves to take boys and girls to cast this tomb.

Then he buried this so-called fairy according to the guidelines, and later canonized her as a concubine in order to deceive the world.

So much so that rumors spread in later generations, and there were countless rumors about Concubine Jin.

The frescoes in the original burial chamber were tumbling in my mind in an instant, and I vaguely realized that there might be a huge secret hidden here.

According to the mural, Xi came out of the huge stone mirror in the mountain, and why was she buried here if she had the art of immortality?

Thinking about the past, scenes of the past turned around in front of me, as if the trip to the mountain a year ago was still vivid.

The bronze bell, which I don't know when it was cast, is hidden in the belly of a huge mountain, and all this seems to be far away, but there seems to be some kind of connection.

I couldn't help but come back to my senses, but I realized that I couldn't waste any more time when I felt numb for a moment.

Even if there's even the slightest hope, I'm going to give it a try.

Pulling out the already jagged dagger from his waist, the folding pickaxe that was still in his hand fell into the abyss while he was busy running for his life.

For now, I can only hold it to save my life.

In the dim light, I couldn't see clearly, so I turned and pulled the fat man and the little white face until the three of them were completely into the gap at the top of the tomb.

A faint yellow light suddenly lit up in the darkness in front of us, and this sudden appearance instantly frightened the three of us.

As soon as he clenched the dagger in his hand and began to be on guard, he suddenly noticed a figure in the place where the light was on, and he hooked his back and trembled slightly in the darkness.

I was a little overwhelmed by this strange scene, surrounded by silent darkness, and the lights and candles burned in the darkness as if they were hanging in the air.

The lamp oil dripped to the ground, emitting a pungent smell and rattle.

I always felt a little familiar when I looked at this back, and I didn't dare to act rashly, and the next second I finally realized it.

"It's... This seems to be Wu Laogou, that is, the godfather I once recognized at a depth of 800 meters underground. ”

"Godfather... Is it really you.... ”

I was a little at a loss, but I realized more and more that the back in front of me was very similar, it was simply Wu Laogou.

The rickety figure did not answer, but limped forward in the darkness little by little.

The faint yellow light hovered beside him, like a beacon to guide us.

It wasn't until I finally tried to get closer that I realized that it was just a reverie that I had just had when I missed Wu Laogou.

Dressed in ancient armor, covered with grooves and sword marks, this man resembles a veteran in his twilight years lost on the battlefield.

Where the lights are on, we can faintly see the road under our feet, which is paved inch by inch of ancient bluestone bricks, and we don't know where he is going to lead us.

Until a larger light lit up in front of me, I saw a tall figure holding a wooden torch.

Followed by two more familiar figures, I recognized at a glance that they were Uncle Nine and the fat man, and the person holding the torch, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could guess that it should be Longzai.

"Dragon Boy!"

I shouted the name of the dragon boy in the dark, and waved to the bright place, seeing that I and the dragon boy and the others were a dozen steps away.

But no matter how much I shouted, I couldn't get a response, and the three of them still looked around as if they couldn't see me.

It's like looking for something in a dim ancient tomb?