Jia Fatzi fell outside the copper pillar with a "boom", Mu Zifeng thought to himself that Jia Fatzi had rough skin and thick flesh, and it should not be in the way, just as Mu Zifeng was about to climb out of the copper pillar and escape, the ceiling opened again with a "creak", and many quicksand poured down, but in a few seconds, Mu Zifeng's feet had been buried deep in the soil.

In the "Touching Gold Chapter" of the "Book of Eternal Life", it is said that during the Warring States Period, the famous craftsman Fei Kite invented an anti-theft device, called "quicksand well", the so-called use of terrain or utensils to trap people, and then use thousands of selected fine sand as weapons, quickly pouring down to bury people.

"Quicksand wells" were used in the early days of city defense and were a sharp weapon against siege enemies. Later, with the increasing frequency of wars, tomb robbery incidents occurred frequently, the princes and kings were afraid of being exposed to the wilderness after death, and strengthened the anti-theft facilities of the mausoleum, so an anonymous craftsman first applied the "quicksand well" to the mausoleum anti-theft, and achieved success, since then the "quicksand well" has become a customary anti-theft mechanism in the mausoleum.

Seeing the "quicksand well", Mu Zifeng thought of feng shui astrology, such as opening up the second vein of Ren Du and suddenly realized. He remembered that in the Big Dipper, the giant gate star monarch soil, so he used quicksand as a mechanism.

After thinking about it for less than a minute, the quicksand fell faster and faster like an avalanche. Mu Zifeng exerted his leg strength and wanted to pump his feet, but found that it was like a magnet, nailed to the sand, unable to move left and right.

Seeing that the quicksand layer was getting thicker and thicker, the quicksand falling from the sky was like a terrifying mouth, as if it was about to swallow Mu Zifeng in one gulp.

Mu Zifeng's hair and neck were also splashed with sand, he shook his body vigorously, but the quicksand fell one after another, endlessly, but in vain, he felt that his legs were oppressed by the sand and lost consciousness, he knew that if it went on like this, it would only take a few minutes to sink into the sea of sand.

There are thousands of ways to die in the world, and all kinds of cruel people have also invented all kinds of torture, such as the punishment of cannon burning by the king of Shang and the punishment of insect devouring in ancient Egypt. But for the bold Mu Zifeng, these ways of dying were not enough to make him change color.

The only way to die that can make Mu Zifeng worry is to be buried alive.

Because burying him alive will make him completely unable to see the world, he is not superstitious, but there is still the secret buried deep in his heart that needs to be solved by himself, he doesn't want to see himself buried in the dirty soil before he dies, looking at the long yellow sand.

Therefore, Mu Zifeng felt that his life was not guaranteed, and when he saw the Yue Wang Sword on his back, he thought of self-destruction, because he would rather be pulled out of the death overture by this imperial sword on his throat than be suffocated to death by the endless yellow sand.

Anyway, he was about to shake hands with the god of death, Mu Zifeng couldn't care about the taboo of "can't speak", and lamented loudly: "Unexpectedly, many major events have not been completed, and I, Mu Zifeng, am going to be drowned in the soil and die in Huangquan!" Thinking of his mother, who was about to stand alone and hanging from each other at home, and his father, who had no news and no trace, he couldn't help but shed tears when he had always been strong.

Tears "snapped" and dripping on the sand of the calf, and something strange happened:

The sand disappeared somewhat.

Mu Zifeng was sad, seeing this strange scene, he hurriedly fixed his eyes, and found that the sand that had just disappeared was covered by the sand pouring down.

"The nemesis of the earth is wood, don't I just have the surname Mu?." Mu Zifeng seemed to react to something, he recalled his experience in the Great Xia Emperor's Mausoleum, he was trapped by the willow basket array, and it was with fire that he broke the spell. But now where to find wood in times of emergency? I can't move anymore, and Jia Fatzi is unconscious, who can play the role of a savior to save himself from being in prison?

Suddenly, Mu Zifeng patted his head, he was really smart and confused for a while, his surname was Mu, if he removed some water, he could become wood, and he would be able to overcome the soil.

Thinking of this stubble, Mu Zifeng spat at the sand layer, which only disappeared slightly, but was soon covered by the new sand that flowed down again.

He cut his finger with the sword of King Yue again, and sprinkled the quicksand with blood, the amount of blood was limited, and the sand was still growing rapidly.

The sand piled up faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it almost reached the knees.

"Do you have to cut the main artery, the blood is dry, and I will become a zombie!" Mu Zifeng was in a hurry, and beads of sweat seeped out of his cheeks.

The water that can be used in the body has been exhausted, it should be that the amount is not enough, and now there is only one way, and it can only be so in order to survive.

He took off his pants and slammed into the quicksand, expelling all the urine from his body.

Sure enough, the urine of the night hit the quicksand, and soon the quicksand gradually disappeared, and the quicksand on the ceiling stopped pouring, Mu Zifeng took the opportunity to jump on the spot, lying on the copper pillar and turning over, it was really a thrilling escape from death.

Jia Fatzi was still on all fours outside the copper pillar, his face became more and more blue, Mu Zifeng really wanted to go up and gave him two slaps, scolding This ramming pit killed me, and when Mu Zifeng turned back again, the copper pillar and quicksand had already disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened, only a puddle of urine was left there.

Mu Zifeng didn't dare to stay longer, carried the fat man on his back, and climbed up the stairs to the third floor.

The furnishings on the third floor are still exactly the same, and the plaque reads the words "Tianji Palace", which is dedicated to Lu Cun Xingjun.

The difference is that the hall is full of gold ingots and pearls, which also shine and shine in the dark night.

Due to the lessons of the previous two times, Mu Zifeng reasoned about the doorway of this layer from the perspective of astrology. He had always known that the Lu Cun Star Monarch of Tianji Palace was the Lord's wealth, so it was very likely that these gold, silver and jewelry would be a huge trap. The so-called desires and money are all empty, and the treasure here must not be easily moved, otherwise the mechanism will be triggered.

Glancing back at the fat man Jia on his shoulder, Mu Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly rejoiced: This rammer is fortunate not to wake up, otherwise he would definitely be going to load the treasure.

So, he carried Jia Fatzi on his back and cautiously walked around the Golden Mountain to the entrance of the fourth floor.

The fourth layer is the Tianquan Palace, where Wenqu Xingjun is stationed. As soon as I entered the main hall, I gave Mu Zifeng the feeling that it was full of literary spirit and literary brilliance, and the wall was carved with Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", and the hall was full of all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, some of which were Li Du's poems, and some of which were Han Yu's articles.

Mu Yuwen is a famous literati of the Mu family, a jinshi in the Qianlong era, who wrote a good poem and enshrined him here, which can be regarded as complementary.

Mu Zifeng cautiously probed the Tianquan Palace this time, only to see that the floor of the Tianquan Palace was full of vigorous official books from east to west, Mu Zifeng tried to read it together, and it turned out to be a strange ancient poem.

donate money to help the poor,

The sick body dares to be brave.

Go to Yaochi East,

Kill the ghost male for the country,

Solve problems and help the sky.

is such a strange poem, there are only five sentences, Mu Zifeng felt very embarrassed after reading these five lines of poetry.

Writing verses on the floor is a strange act that I've never seen before. But these days' experience has taught Mu Zifeng that there are very few absolutely coincidental things, and there must be something strange in it.