The biggest mystery in my heart has always been those men in black who wear masks and have strange whereabouts.

They treat human life as if they were a mustard, but they seem to follow a certain pattern, until they are almost out of the nest when they look for traces of the ancient kingdom of Yoro.

This is obviously the end of all the truths, and becoming an immortal and alchemy are the clues.

But whenever I think of this, I can't figure out the connection between Taoism, the man in black and the eight-eyed Tianzun.

Under the dim light, the corridor under his feet seemed to have no end, and he only vaguely guessed that someone had been here, but he didn't know where the group of men in black had traveled now.

My heart was almost in my throat, and the palms of my gripping pistols were soaked in cold sweat, if I were caught by them again.

What awaits you is definitely the torture of life and death.

With the four bullets in my pistol, I had the courage to raise my flashlight and walk through the dark tunnel for a while.

Except for the mural that you can see, most of the rest of the walls have been badly corroded, and only the dots of ancient seal characters mixed with Taoist symbols remain.

After a simple translation, I vaguely felt that the content above should be some symbols similar to Taoist exorcism.

Seeing that he didn't encounter any other dangers, just as he gradually let down his guard, strange clues appeared on the wall again.

And this time it turned out to be a symbol carved with a knife.

"Poison."

The hidden position in the corner of the wall engraved with crooked small characters, if you are not careful, it is really easy to be ignored.

Looking at the clues in front of him, he seemed to have noticed something all of a sudden, which may be a hint from the first batch of men in black to the second batch of reinforcements.

What does just one word mean?

My heart sank, and I hurriedly picked up my flashlight and retreated a few dozen meters backwards, until I saw the hidden words on the wall again.

This time it is a word "have", which echoes the word poison in front of it.

"Could it be that there is poison in the tomb?"

I was so startled by my own speculation that I couldn't help but lean against the wall and gasp for air, if the idea was true.

So why didn't there be anything after staying in the tomb for so long before?

Reluctantly cheered up, no matter whether there was poison in the tomb or not, he couldn't get out of it at the moment.

I can only sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire, unable to extricate myself.

But just in case, I tore a strip of cloth from my clothes to use as a mask, and I was not relieved until I strangled my nose until I was almost out of breath.

The light of the flashlight shone through the tunnel ahead, and this time he finally approached the end of the tunnel.

But what catches your eye in the tomb is a lot of waste left over from modern life.

It seems that a group of men in black have stayed here for a long time, and the underground space of about 100 square meters is full of bronze artifacts and garbage.

I was stunned by the sight before me, the bronze objects glittering in the darkness through the refraction of the flashlight.

No matter which artifact is outside, it must be enough wealth for people to have food and clothing, but these men in black treat it as if they were nothing, and let the artifact and garbage pile together.

Some of the porcelain was even trampled to crack shards.

The dimly lit walls are also covered with intriguing murals, but they are almost as decaying as the corridors you have seen before.

There was a gossip pattern that instantly drew me in.

The light of the flashlight shone faintly on the cold mural, but this Bagua diagram, which has represented most of the general meaning of Taoism for thousands of years, has a bit of strange color.

I seemed to realize some clue at once, and finally chose to touch the pattern on the wall with my hand, and the cold and piercing feeling instantly reached my whole body.

It took me a moment to realize that I had left a handprint of my own on the wall, which I couldn't wipe off no matter how much I wiped it.

I started to panic a little, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief until nothing strange was happening around me.

And the slippery feeling that echoes between my fingers, under repeated speculation, can't help but remind me of the record of oil painting in Wu Laogou's diary.

It made me feel a little sick and disgusted.

It wasn't until a gust of wind blew in through the crack in the secret door in the corner of the wall in front of him that he saw the exit of the men in black from here.

And when I cautiously pushed open the secret door, a black unknown object in front of me in the dim light instantly aroused my alertness.

I almost pulled the trigger with my gun, and I didn't feel a little relieved until I realized it was a lost backpack.

When I opened the backpack, the contents were instantly unexpected.

It turned out to be a full set of wetsuits and filters with gas masks.

I don't know whether to be alert or excited by this astonishing discovery, if the two words left on the wall before were a reminder to the other men in black who came later.

The set of wetsuits and anti-gas filters in the package in front of me was obviously for one person only.

The conclusion that had been guessed before was overturned in an instant, and in the black team, it was as if there was an undercover agent in the dark, providing them with clues and necessary supplies ahead.

The few scattered anti-gas filters in the backpack echo the prompts you saw earlier, and if you don't guess wrong, you may also find a gas mask that matches the filter.

After a short period of doubt, he finally reluctantly stuffed the wetsuit and filter cartridge into his backpack, and walked a few steps along the secret door.

The first thing I found was not a gas mask, but a large area of stagnant water in the tomb that was about to submerge my ankles.

The ruins of Bashu are prone to accumulate rainwater in the ravine, and the reason why the ancient tomb in front of you is seriously decayed must be related to being soaked in stagnant water.

I saw more and more rain under my feet in the tomb, so I simply put on the wetsuit I had found earlier.

The water dripping from the top of the head continued to drip down the cracks in the ancient tomb, dripping to the ground.

And I walked through the muddy water, vaguely as if I had stepped on something, until I bent down and picked it up from the water.

What caught my eye was a palm-sized snail shell.

Looking at the hard brownish-yellow snail shells in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder if more and more of these snail shells were floating on the surface of the water as the tide in the ancient tomb gathered more and more.

Immediately after that, there were bursts of piercing gunfire.

Echoing in the secluded tomb, I hurriedly raised my guard and tightened my cautious steps in my waterproof suit.

It wasn't until he reached the end of the secret door that the black water under his feet finally dropped a little, and those brownish-yellow empty snail shells gathered more and more.

The sound of crackling gunfire echoed in my ears, and at the end was a stone door carved with strange patterns and mysterious Taoist symbols.