"Hold me tight".

My whole body was tense and I didn't dare to relax at all, and I desperately hugged Xiaoyue in my arms.

Feeling the unique body fragrance emanating from her, I knew that she must be on the verge of collapse, and even a pair of immature hands left scratches on my back.

"TM, I really said, there must be a passage under this sarcophagus."

I muttered to myself categorically, feeling the cold wind whistling out from the coffin board that was pressing under me, and then desperately protected Xiaoyue in my arms.

The two hugged each other and squeezed the "old man" in battle armor under them, for fear that there would be no stone staircase steps to go down in the space behind the coffin, or that the space was too wide and the gap between them would fall heavily to the ground.

In fact, what worries me the most is that the bottom is not a way out at all, but like a flap.

The pit is riddled with spear spikes, and anyone who touches the trap will be defenseless and will not return.

"Hold me tight! Walk! ”

I shouted again, only to feel the air around me sweep by, and the howling cold wind blew towards the door, accompanied by a heavy musty smell, choking into my nose, very uncomfortable.

It seems that this bracket hasn't been triggered to open for years, maybe we're the first.

Xiao Yue in her arms trembled, and couldn't help screaming in the strong weightlessness under her feet.

The space beneath her feet was dim, and I kept an eye on it, turning my body vigorously and laying my body under her feet.

If the bottom is really a sword pit sword crossbow, let the iron-armored corpse pressed under the body reduce the cushioning force of the decline, and then let my physique of more than 100 catties be the second line of defense.

Even if he dies, let the little woman in his arms walk out of the tomb alive.

It wasn't until two or three seconds that it landed quietly with a thud, and the huge dust choked people couldn't open their eyes, and I could tell that no one had been here.

Otherwise, there would not be such a big musty smell in the air.

The gray-brown bricks under his feet were covered with moss, and the top of his head was dim, except for the faint sound of "tick-tock" droplets falling from all directions.

"Fortunately, there is this guy at the bottom, otherwise I would have to break my bones and tendons."

I turned to look at the frightened Xiaoyue, and then reluctantly smiled and rubbed her little face vigorously.

The next second, I saw her suddenly crying loudly, her hands tightly hugging my back.

"Alright, it's all over."

"You see that we are not missing arms or legs now, and it will be unlucky to cry again."

I smiled warmly, forgetting to look around first, and instead stretched out my rough palm to wipe the tears from her face.

I knew what was happening in front of me was too weird and cruel for a 19-year-old child, but at this point, I had to be up to my spirit if I wanted to survive.

Not even the slightest bit of slackening.

Ignoring her objections, I turned around and forcibly carried her on my back.

The petite body could barely reach my chest, even if she stood on tiptoes.

"You... What are you doing here..., they're girls..."

She was obviously a little embarrassed by my sudden move, but she forgot that I had been carrying her out of danger step by step before she entered the grave.

"Girls? I've always treated you like a brother. ”

A wicked smile crossed my lips and I turned to look at the darkness in front of me.

The cold wind whistling around was like a gust of yin wind, and every step made people feel cold down their spines and penetrate the bone marrow.

Since there is no lighting equipment, we are almost like a "blind man exploring the way", one foot deep and one foot shallow, for fear of encountering a life-or-death mechanism.

Just intuitively, the area here seems surprisingly large.

I wonder if in such a situation, you must stick to the wall, after all, in the corner is the safest place, and it is also the dead end of many archer traps.

I stroked the uneven wall with both hands, wondering to myself that this seemed to be another huge petrified sculpture.

It was only here that I suddenly remembered the mysterious and small murals carved on the inside of the coffin lid when I was in the coffin.

I didn't shy away from asking Xiao Yue beside me, and she thought for a while in the dim light before telling me.

It turned out that there were a total of four small murals inside, and the first one was the old man of the Wind Fairy Bone Road that I just turned around to see.

He stepped on the auspicious clouds and held the dust in his hand, looking kind, and a vertical eye was outlined by the carved lines at the center of his eyebrows.

It doesn't seem to exude the slightest weird aura, but it looks like the legendary god who leads mortals to become immortals.

The second, even more intriguing, is a towering city in which all the people walk through the streets veiled.

And all the people who are in the house, to be precise, should be sitting at home, but all of them, regardless of gender, age and age, are brushing in the mirror and grooming.

The third painting is also the most difficult for Xiao Yue to understand, it is a huge circular mechanism diagram, on which are carved the eight directions of the eight trigrams, which resembles Tai Chi but does not look like Tai Chi.

A rickety old man, standing under the picture, with a satisfied beard, seems to be the creator of this strange pattern.

Hearing her say this, my heart couldn't help but tighten, and then I drew a pattern in my palm with my fingers with my memory, which frightened Xiao Yuehua's face pale.

"Sure enough, this is the legend of the nine-song serial machine bracket created in the hands of a master of the Yuan Dynasty, if the mechanism of the diagram rotates, the mystery is abnormal nine deaths, maybe there is such a mechanism behind this tomb, as the core of the whole tomb."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and then let Xiaoyue continue without raising my head.

The last painting is simpler, and it looks like a tomb is being built by many people, and this tomb is surprisingly large and does not look like the one under your feet.

After listening to Xiao Yue's description, I couldn't help but feel a little confident in my heart, and the fourth picture is the scene of the royal family carving in the tomb in the past.

After death, the ancients all hoped that they could have the help of the gods, so that they could break away from the mortal body and become immortals, so it is not surprising.

The first and third are about the tomb repair and the creator of the nine-song comic strip of the Yuan Dynasty, which goes without saying.

It's just that this second painting doesn't sound like it's full of weirdness, how can anyone hide in the house and look in the mirror thrush regardless of gender, age or child.

This in itself sounds ridiculous, but Xiao Yue's expression is serious, and I know what it means.

I looked at her looking a little haggard, and then took her to hide in the corner and rest carefully for a while, thinking that this time there was no lighting in my hand.

But I never thought that when I subconsciously touched into my arms, I could actually take out the flooded lighter, which is undoubtedly God's last comfort to us.

I carefully clenched the lighter and prayed repeatedly to control the moisture, and only then did I completely burn a faint flame.

In the dim light, I seemed to see a tall stone pillar in front of me, like the legendary "Soul Lamp" that existed in the ancient tomb for thousands of years.

"Wait for me, I'll see if I can light it up."

I turned to look at Xiao Yue, who had a haggard face, and then stretched out my palm and rubbed her little face.

But just after walking a few steps, there seemed to be a very strange singing voice in his ears, and the voice was hoarse and incomprehensible, as if it came from a tone thousands of years ago.

"Little girl, don't scare me, singing in the ancient tomb can scare people's souls away."

My face was bloodless, and the lighter in my hand emitted a faint flame that shone on the ground, revealing a long shadow.

I thought it was a prank made by Xiao Yue to find me happy, but when I turned around, I saw her curled up in the corner, staring at me faintly.

In the next second, she suddenly showed a frightened look, as if she had seen some very terrible scene, and even her hands couldn't help but cover her chest.

"Hell... Hell. ”

The shrill roar punctured my eardrums, and I took a few steps back in fright, almost losing control and sitting on the ground.

Until I saw the lighter flame in my hand, I don't know when it turned green, and I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

A huge sense of fear flooded his heart like a sea of oceans, and he was covered in cold sweat and sent chills down his spine.

"TM, it's evil!"

"Run!"

I just wanted to rush to Xiaoyue and take her to escape, but my mind suddenly recalled the information recorded in Wu Laogou's diary.

"It's not uncommon for the flames burning in ancient tombs to be green, but it's actually due to the high phospholipid levels of decomposing corpses in tombs for thousands of years."

"It turns green when it burns on fire, even in open mass graves and cemeteries."

"Whew..."

I stared at the bloody eyes and couldn't help but squat on the ground and gasp for breath, so scared of a fart in this way.

"But... Where did the real singing come from just now, this can never be fake. ”

I looked back at Xiao Yue and saw that her haggard face was desperately covering her eyes.

Then he ran over quickly and grabbed her little hand.

"Xiao Yue... Did you just hear any terrible singing? ”

I spoke in a low tone with unquestionable seriousness, but I didn't think that the next second her words made me feel like I was even in an ice cave, my spinal cord was cold.

"Hell... The red-robed female ghost, it's her... I bumped into it while I was driving, and she must have followed her again."

In the dim light, the lighter in his hand emitted a faint glow, which was a normal color for a while, and then burned again into the green of a "ghost fire".

"Female ghost... There are no female ghosts. ”

I subconsciously wiped the cold sweat on my forehead, and my body was already trembling with Xiao Yue.

While thinking about it, I suddenly remembered the three "soldiers" who were in the sarcophagus and deceiving the corpses when I was on it, holding long knives covered with patina.

In the dark eye sockets, only the shriveled and not completely rotten eyes remained, and a black liquid flowed out when the wind blew it.

"TM, could it be that those three guys came over quietly?"

I couldn't help but feel a little frightened, but the thought that the lid of the sarcophagus would heal automatically when the mechanism was activated gradually dispelled this thought.

Unless this thing still has the IQ and can know how to push open the coffin by itself, it is really "ten dead and lifeless".