I was standing next to me, my forehead was already covered with sweat the size of soybeans, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

Seeing that Xiao Bai's face was not quite right, when he was about to ask, his voice was like a thunderbolt that made the two of us freeze.

"The chains won't pull, as if they're stuck."

My heart tightened and I realized how that could be.

A crack has been opened in the stone door in front of us, and as long as we open another correct mechanism, the two of us will be able to escape without danger.

I began to ask him if he had misremembered, that the chain in the hole with his right hand was not the right mechanism to open the stone door.

He shook his head in thought, just as he thought that it was impossible to respond, but his mind was already dominated by nervous emotions, and he couldn't concentrate on recalling his previous memories anyway.

This time it can really be regarded as life and death, it all depends on luck.

The rising tide was up to my waist, and at this critical moment, I decided to put my hand into the hole to help the little white face pull together.

However, when I got closer, I realized that the narrow hole only allowed for the palm of one person's hand, and I couldn't help standing there at all.

"If you have a broken hand, you still have your life, so it's a big deal."

His hoarse voice exuded great horror, and as his right hand gradually strengthened, the secret door behind him seemed to be echoed again, and the gap opened a little bit.

I saw that the secret door was finally able to barely allow one person to pass, and I simply pulled up the frightened little white face and left the stone wall.

Unexpectedly, when the chain that was just attached to his palm pulled out of the honeycomb wall, the gate knife in the hole fell instantly, directly cutting off the rusty chain completely.

If it weren't for the quick reaction of the two people, I'm afraid that the little white face would have ended up with his current self.

The underground river that poured into the dungeon finally broke out completely after Xiao Baimian and I got into the secret door, and the river completely swept away the entire empty Bagua Dan room.

Seeing that the foundation of the underground palace washed by the river was crumbling and about to collapse, a large stone brick fell overhead, smashing on the body and the narrow secret door tunnel from time to time.

I endured the pain in my back, pulled the little white face, and finally escaped from the Dan room.

The night was shrouded in thick dark clouds, and the damp and eerie atmosphere echoed in the unknown ravine.

At the exit was a cave at the foot of the mountain, and as the two of us left, the water had completely collapsed behind us.

The huge shadows of the mountains in the distance seemed to be overwhelming as if they were pressing on people's hearts.

The rain was falling overhead with the wind crackling, and the little white face and I couldn't tell what this place was.

Only the indescribable fear and the luck of the rest of the catastrophe permeated my mind.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and half of the mountains and forests were directly illuminated by the thunder.

Lightning flickered in the night sky, and I seemed to faintly see many figures standing in the lower ravines in the distance.

This place is obviously not out of the confines of the ruins of the ancient kingdom of Yelang, but what about the figures in the ravine?

Little White Face and I glanced at each other, and we both felt a burst of creepy, just trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.

But I don't know why, when the two of them turned their backs in this direction, it felt as if countless eyes were staring at them.

The eerie feeling became so real that I could barely turn around and run away.

The two of them simply set up a broken tent in the same place in the wind and rain, until the rain gradually subsided and a bonfire was lit in front of the tent.

After all the hardships I had gone through, I didn't even bother to dry my clothes and the damp rain on the ground, so I fell asleep in my tent.

I don't know how long it was, but the little white face suddenly opened his eyes and pushed me from my sleep, although I didn't say anything.

But his eyes were faintly looking in the direction of the ravine in the distance, which was lit by lightning from time to time.

I was sleepy for a moment, and my whole body was as uncomfortable as a pinprick prick, and it seemed that if I didn't go there to see what was going on, I would definitely not be able to sleep well tonight.

The rain poured down and walked in the direction that the lightning had just illuminated.

"Boom..."

The sound of thunder flashing in the night sky echoed in the ears, shaking people's hearts.

These dense figures were all in an even lower ravine, standing motionless with each light of thunder and lightning.

I flashed my rain-soaked flashlight, and the wet mud beneath my feet gradually gathered into a river with the lapping raindrops.

The dim light mixed with the extremely bad weather made the visibility in front of the eyes extremely weak.

As a thunderclap resounded through the night sky, he got closer and closer to the vague silhouettes of the figures.

The two of them exhausted their strength with flashlights, and finally came to the edge of the pothole, and looked at the dense figures in the pit and were instantly stunned.

It was a dried corpse tied to a pillar, neatly arranged in a ravine, and the clothes worn on it had long been weathered and broken, perhaps because of the special climate, and a small number of them still retained the clothes they wore before their deaths.

I looked at these graves dressed in ancient costumes like burials, and I was shocked and speechless.

At this moment, one of his feet stepped on the air carelessly, and he fell into the pit.

The constant flickering of thunder overhead was deafening, and lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the corpses in the pits in front of them.

The little white face above my head saw me fall and hurriedly shouted desperately, but before I could open my mouth to respond.

It was as if he had faintly sensed something behind him, and when he turned around, he looked at the nearest corpse in front of him.

He still retains the tragic state of his life, his mouth wide open and wailing in pain, and the other organs of his body are still there, except for his eyes, which are two black rumbling holes.

He was looking at himself with resentful eyes.

I was so frightened by this scene that I took several steps backwards, and the depression and fear in my heart almost spread to the extreme.

In the next second, as the lightning in the night sky continued to illuminate the scene in the pit, he saw that all these dense dried corpses had been gouged out.

A pair of hollow eyes were full of grief, and some even had scarlet blood stains on their faces, which were incomparably bright and blood-red in the light of lightning.

"Isn't this exactly the hidden pattern in the mural I saw in the Bagua Dan room at the beginning?"

It seems that it is true that King Yelang gougs out people's eyeballs for alchemy, and the cruel truth in front of me instantly subverted my previous perception of the ancient country.

If these deceased were not prisoners of war, they must have been the people of the ancient country.

But it is recorded in historical legends that he took all his people to ascend to the immortal realm together.

He looked at the cold dried corpses in front of him who were tied to wooden stakes and executed, and there must be at least a thousand corpses stacked in the mountain pit.

Some of the corpses were even scattered on the ground due to the corroded stakes, until something strange could be heard from under their feet.

When I looked down, I realized that the place where the soles of my shoes had been stepped on was also full of corpses that had been gouged out and their eyes were rotten.

This whole is a 10,000 burial pit, which makes people instantly feel a chill down their spines and can't help but want to escape.