"Crazy ......", Mu Zifeng, who was carefully observing up and down, was startled by the fat man Jia who came over suddenly, and pushed the shoulder of the fat man Jia.

"Fatty, what's wrong?" Mu Zifeng looked at Fat Jia with puzzled eyes and said worriedly.

Jia Fatzi, a living treasure, always provokes something unexpected at critical moments.

"Brother Feng, is the fat man looking for a baby again!" Zhao Zichuan followed and said jokingly.

"Young Master Chuan, why don't you go and see if there are any treasures?" Lu Qingyou was hugged by Zhao Zichuan, a little impatient, she took the opportunity to persuade Zhao Zichuan to come forward and take a look, so that Zhao Zichuan's hand could let go of her waist.

"Do I still need a baby?" Zhao Zichuan looked at Lu Qingyou with affection, and his hands swam away along Lu Qingyou's back like a swimming dragon: "Aren't you my baby?" ”

"Hey, you two don't want to be in Qingqing." Jia Fatzi looked jealous, he quickly returned to the topic, and gently stroked the mural on the wall with his hand: "I just want to ask, can this thing be buckled?" Can you sell it for money? ”

"Fatty, this is a cultural relic, how can you deduct it!" Mu Zifeng shook his head and sighed, in the eyes of Jia Fatzi, these cultural relics were just a substitute for the ocean.

In fact, from another point of view, Jia Fatzi is not wrong, the mural can indeed be deducted. Since the beginning of the tomb robbery sect, the tomb robbers have only taken away gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the ancient tombs, and some even stole the coffin and the body of the tomb owner.

But most of the items they stole were movable items, and the tomb robbers did not look down on the reliefs and murals in the ancient tombs.

Because they think that things like murals and reliefs can't be sold at a good price, and second, there is no technology to remove the murals and reliefs.

This changed decades ago with the arrival of a group of foreign tomb robbers, who opened the technical valve for removing the murals.

I remember when I was in school, Mu Zifeng heard the teacher of cultural relics say that in the direction of northwest China, the royal tombs of the Heishui Dynasty are dotted, and among the tombs of the Heishui Dynasty, the most famous is the murals in the ancient tombs.

In the early years of the Republic of China, when the warlords were fighting, a group of long-haired foreigners colluded with the gophers in the northwest, and they collectively stole and excavated the tomb of the Heishui King.

The group of thieves stole all the cultural relics in the ancient tomb, that day, became the most tragic page in the Chinese cultural relics circle, the most notorious in this incident, is the greedy foreign tomb robbers, using the latest cutting technology, the murals in the ancient tomb were cut as a whole, and all were removed, loaded and sent overseas.

Unexpectedly, the cut murals and reliefs were auctioned at sky-high prices in overseas auction houses, which were simply priceless and sought after.

Since then, the technique of cutting murals has become a despicable means for tomb robbers to maximize the value of ancient tombs. Cutting murals and reliefs has also become an important way for tomb robbers to increase the added value of tomb robbers.

In the mausoleum of the emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom, Mu Zifeng saw a relief with his own eyes and was cut away. Now that I think about it, it must have been the grave robbers who used the cutting technique.

Mu Zifeng still remembers the sad look of the teacher in class, and the teacher is extremely angry about the loss of Chinese cultural relics. A country that is weak can't even keep the legacy left by its ancestors.

At that time, Mu Zifeng secretly swore in his heart that if he had the opportunity and ability in the future, he would do his best to protect the Chinese cultural relics and never let foreigners touch those precious heritages.

Time flies, the years are turbulent, and under the ups and downs, the fate is sad and sad.

Professor Wu's disappearance, the tragic death of his wife, the fate of the family, the traces of his father, the expectations of his mother, the sea of fate pushed Mu Zifeng desperately, the exclusion of colleagues, the insult of Tong Yourong, and even the crime of killing relatives and friends on his back, and became a wanted murderer.

What he never expected was that he was highly poisoned and walked through the ancient tomb like a tomb robber.

Is his fate really in his own hands? Can desperate efforts really change fate?

When he was a child, he aspired to be a dragon slayer, but when he grew up, he gradually didn't know himself, and he was even less accustomed to his changes, and countless black scales grew on his body, sharp like thorns, which became armor for defense.

Mu Zifeng was even a little worried about whether he would become an evil dragon one day.

If there was a day, he should cry? Or should I laugh?

"Master Feng, do you have something on your mind?" Ayi, who was following behind, saw Mu Zifeng stop and hurriedly asked.

"Oh, I was a little distracted." Mu Zifeng smiled awkwardly and explained.

"Master Feng, there's something strange, I don't know if you've found out?" Ayi asked suspiciously:

"This mural seems to be moving!"

When Mu Zifeng heard Ayi's words, he hurriedly went to look at the mural on the wall, and suddenly felt a tingling of his scalp, and the mountain ghost warrior who was at least shooting arrows on the mural seemed to be alive, and actually moved.

"Brother Feng, this ...... It seems to be moving here, too! Zhao Zichuan's cry rose.

Then Jia Fatzi shouted again, and all kinds of shouts came and went, endlessly.

Mu Zifeng believed in his eyes and would never deceive him. Because he found that the murals on the walls, the eyes of the mountain ghost samurai, became bigger and bigger, but when he was young, the eyes actually occupied a mural.

Everyone found that the murals on the walls had turned into a pair of huge eyes, and they were rapidly receding, only to peer at them in the darkness hollowly and without a look.

"Qingyou......" Zhao Zichuan suddenly blindfolded Lu Qingyou's eyes, and a trembling voice came: "Don't look, don't look, your eyes are bleeding, your eyes are bleeding." ”

The tense atmosphere lingered in everyone's hearts, Zhao Zichuan was right, Mu Zifeng found that the walls on both sides were full of blood-red eyes, and the bright red blood in the eyes was seeping into the ground along the wall.

"Madman, have we offended the ghosts?" Jia Fatzi's legs were weak, he helped the blood-red eyes on the wall, and his palms were stained with blood, and he reflexively jumped away.

Ayi held his mother tightly, and he said calmly: "Mother, don't be afraid, I believe that Feng Ye has a way." ”

Hearing Ayi's words, Mu Zifeng felt some warm currents in his heart, although the ancient tomb in summer was full of yin, but at this time his sweat also soaked his clothes, Mu Zifeng raised the flashlight, and carefully shone the pair of blood-red eyes, which were ordinary eyes, without any special features, he gently scraped a little blood with a flashlight, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and understood in his heart.

"Guys, don't panic, it's not blood!" Mu Zifeng pointed ahead and said, "But we have to hurry up and move forward, this place should not stay for a long time." ”

The murals on both sides are moving, and a pair of blood-red eyes are staring at everyone while moving rapidly.

Everyone hurriedly walked forward, and after walking for about half an hour, they still did not reach the end of the "ladder", but everyone was already exhausted.

"Hey, I'...... I can't walk anymore. Zhao Zichuan was so tired that he was out of breath and sat down on the steps.

"Young Master Chuan, Young Master Feng said to go, we can't stop!" Lu Qingyou urged Zhao Zichuan, Zhao Zichuan rolled his eyes, a little unhappy, why did Lu Qingyou become more and more towards Mu Zifeng.

"Don't go, everybody." Surprisingly, Mu Zifeng stopped.

"Crazy, what's wrong?" Jia Fatzi asked confusedly.

"I found out that it's not the murals that are moving, it's the stairs that are moving." Mu Zifeng slapped his thigh: "Why didn't I think of it?" The steps under our feet are moving, and we have been going in circles! ”

"Master Feng, are you saying we're trapped here?" Ayi pointed to the soles of his feet in surprise: "The floor is moving?" ”

"Yes!" Mu Zifeng gasped: "This is the Soul Ladder, an extremely powerful mechanism, once a person enters, it will repeatedly turn around in the Soul Ladder, coupled with the movement of the Soul Ladder itself, it will directly stun people inside, and they will never be able to get out!" ”

"Crazy, you said the stairs would move, I believe it." Jia Fatzi said seriously: "That...... What's the matter with that man? ”

Before the words fell, a loud snoring sound shuttled through the air.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Mu Zifeng couldn't help but stop, everyone stopped moving forward, focusing on the flashlight, illuminating the twenty meters ahead.

A figure stands in front.

The figure leaned against the wall, and the snoring sound came from him.

"Feng Ye, isn't he Emperor Jue? When did you run to the front? Ayi opened his mouth in surprise and pointed at the figure.

"Hey, it's him!" Zhao Zichuan slapped his thigh: "Will he change his shape?" ”

Mu Zifeng peeked at the figure, and saw that he had a long body and white skin, and he was undoubtedly Emperor Jue.

It stands to reason that in the "Heavenly Ladder", the road is quite narrow, Emperor Jue has been following behind the team, and Mu Zifeng only cares about observing the murals, and does not pay attention to Emperor Jue's whereabouts.

He didn't know when, and quietly ran to the front. Could it be that the Ladder of Hanging Souls moved him to the front?

Thinking of this, Mu Zifeng stepped forward and pushed Emperor Jue and said, "Why did you fall asleep?" ”

When Mu Zifeng's hand touched Juehuang's body, he felt a cold touch from his fingers, and a cold air invaded his body.

Juehuang's snoring actually stopped, and his head slowly turned.

Mu Zifeng saw Emperor Jue's turned face at a glance and cried out in surprise.

The people behind him also shouted, and Mu Zifeng heard Jia Fatzi's voice:

"Come back, madman! Come back! ”

The voice echoed in his ears, Juehuang's face became clearer and clearer, the skin and flesh on his face fell off, only white bones remained, and the most terrifying thing was that he opened his mouth and bit Mu Zifeng's throat.

Mu Zifeng, who was in a hurry, hurriedly lifted the shovel and suddenly blocked in front of Emperor Jue.

"Don't push me!" Mu Zifeng roared, but Emperor Jue didn't mean to stop, he waved his arm violently, snatched the shovel from Mu Zifeng's hand with a "bang", and threw it at the wall.

The shovel was stuck deep into the wall.