Silently and intently, he stood in front of the bedroom door, chanting bitter and incomprehensible incantations as instructed by the mission.

"A, Mi, Horn, Woo, Woo, Tu, Toot ·····"

As the incantation came out, the originally ordinary door underwent a strange change, and I saw a brilliant spatial vortex rising from under the door, gradually becoming larger, until it swallowed the entire door, turning into a gorgeous spatial portal under the silent gaze.

This magical space teleportation spell, although Shen Mo didn't understand the principle and didn't know how to cast it, under the instructions of the task, he successfully built the space portal in one go.

Call!

Silently facing the spatial portal to the unknown place, after taking a deep breath, he stepped out and passed directly.

It was a sense of breaking through the constraints of a certain space, which was fascinating and enjoyable.

Shen Mo only felt a burst of light flow in front of him, and the next moment, he had disappeared into the bedroom of the wood carving shop in Laifu, appearing in a place he had never seen before.

Or rather, the land of death that no one has explored for hundreds of years.

"Is this the tomb of the general of the Yuan Dynasty?"

It's huge!

Shen Mo's eyes widened, and he cautiously looked around, and found that he was standing in a dark and damp underground palace, surrounded by ancient stone buildings, full of Yuan Dynasty architectural style, and the ancient style was strong.

With the ability to see silently at night, although the light in the palace is extremely poor, he can see the surroundings very carefully.

This palace is very similar to the Jinluan Hall of the Yanjing Forbidden City, which is resplendent and majestic.

The surrounding walls are carved with the life story of the owner of this tomb, from left to right, in front of Shen Mo.

Shen Mo first sensed through spiritual perception, and did not find any ghosts and evil things in this palace, it is obvious that this is not a place where the bones of the corpse king are buried, but just a burial chamber, and its function should be to hope that the owner of the tomb will continue to enjoy supreme rights after death.

Shen Mo slowly walked to the stone wall on the side, wanting to see who the owner of this tomb was, and what deeds he had in his life.

Looking at it, the first picture is a nine-headed dragon god entrenched in the sky, descending ten thousand divine powers to fall on a newborn child.

The blessing of the Nine Dragons indicates that the identity of this child is absolutely extraordinary.

The dragon represented the Son of Heaven in ancient times, and the person who can receive the blessing of the Nine Dragons is, after all, the blood of the royal family, or even the blood of the closest relatives.

"This kid is definitely a prince, a prince who has become a general...... Tsk, there's a story. ”

Shen Mo moved his gaze to the next mural, which carved a scene of a five or six-year-old child walking like a giant on his shoulder, surrounded by people looking up and worshipping.

Obviously, this picture is intended to tell future generations that this child was born with divine powers, and his strength can carry the crown, and he is famous.

Continuing to look down, it is a twenty-eight boy wearing golden armor, controlling the furious dragon, and facing the purgatory battlefield of thousands of troops alone.

stared silently at the dragon under the young man's seat, and fell into deep thought, the ancients were good at metaphors, or this dragon just meant that the young man's heroic morale of leading troops to battle for the first time, it shouldn't really be a dragon.

Eight hundred years ago, if there really existed a dragon, then the danger of this Yuan Tomb would have to be raised several notches.

Silently steady, he continued to look back.

The subsequent pictures still record the life and deeds of the child, almost all of which are the scenes of his bloody battles, which shows that he deserves the title of Tatar general.

It wasn't until the last two special engravings that caught the attention of Shen Mo, and he couldn't help but look closely.

A carved portrait shows a middle-aged general kneeling in armor in the main hall, knocking on a supreme supreme supreme wearing a dragon robe and protecting the body of the dragon, and there is a eunuch chanting the holy decree in the painting, as if giving some kind of order for the Son of Heaven.

The next one, or this middle-aged general, he led a group of soldiers, running to a towering palace below, between his eyebrows there is a dying color of death, like the twilight of the hero's old age, endless misery and desolation.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, pondering the entire stone wall, and an extremely bloody plot gradually appeared in his mind.

The Tatar general is a prince, born with divine power since childhood, warlike and brave, fighting on the battlefield for many years, laying a huge foundation for the Yuan, but it is a pity that the merit is high, how can his emperor's brother tolerate such a capable younger brother?

So the narrow-minded emperor summoned him to the palace and exiled the Tatar general and his guards to no longer use him.

"Hey, the dog emperor who crossed the river and demolished the bridge!"

Silence couldn't help but let out a sigh of revenge for the Tatar general.

"Yes, it's a dog emperor who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge!"

Silence: "??? ”

Who?

Shen Mo turned around suddenly, his spiritual sense opened, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and the simple scythe in his hand was instantly erected, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Being able to appear silently beside the silent one, no matter what kind of evil thing it is talking about, its strength is definitely not simple.

Soon, Silence found the owner of the voice through his spiritual sense.

"After so many years, I finally met a reasonable person, those who keep saying that they choose to commit suicide by taking poison for the sake of the great Yuan Wannian inheritance, are all fools with no brains."

The voice came from the mouth of a noble girl wearing an ancient crown and a golden brocade robe.

She has a graceful neck and a clearly visible collarbone, and the pleats of her skirt flow gently to the ground like snow and moonlight, more than three feet long, making her gait more graceful and feminine. Thin application of powder, only to increase the color, the faint red feeling on the cheeks creates a kind of pure skin like petals as delicate and lovely, the whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and like a clear and transparent ice and snow.

It's good to give birth to a pretty girl.

But Shen Mo didn't have the slightest interest in her, if she appeared on the streets of Yancheng, Shen Mo might take a few more looks, but now that Shen Mo was in the Yuan tomb eight hundred years ago, such a woman in ancient costume was chilling.

"Who are you?!" Silently and vigilantly asked.

The girl sneered, flirtatious, and asked silently, "You are an interesting person, you broke into my palace, but you asked me who I am." ”

Shen Mo was stunned, subconsciously looked at the stone walls around him, and asked with a frown, "Are you a Tatar general?" ”

Impossible! How is the Tatar general a woman? This stone inscription does not say so, the Tatar general should be a majestic man born with divine powers.

How could you be so cute and cute?

Could it be that the stone walls are all deceitful?

"Hee-hee! You know something. The girl danced in the air, flew down a stone carving, revealed her whitewashed pretty feet, and looked up and down in silence playfully, "You actually know the name of the Tatar general, and you can avoid the three thousand corpse soldiers in the front hall, and when you come to this apse, there must be something very interesting about you." ”

Silently chewing on the girl's words, it immediately dawned on her, listening to what she said, this place should belong to the apse of the Yuan Tomb, and the three thousand corpse soldiers should be in the front hall, and she is not a Tatar general, it is very likely that she is a Tatar general's closest relative, a daughter or a concubine?!

Shen Mo didn't dare to be sure, but what he could be sure of was that as long as he took her, he would be able to get a lot of useful information, and maybe he could use her to contain the Corpse King.

Thinking of this, the simple scythe in Shen Mo's hand trembled as he held it, and his fighting intent rose, ready to pounce on the girl like a vicious wolf.