In the labyrinth-like tunnel, the light was dim, and Wu Xie and the others stumbled, but it had no effect on Ruan Mo'an, but she was the one who walked the most steadily except for the little brother.

The fat man gasped for breath while not forgetting to talk to her.

"Hey, I can't see it, you're walking quite steadily. What the fuck is this...... What the hell is the place, you can see clearly? ”

In the dark, the fat man heard her gentle voice and said, "It's okay, follow the two...... My brother won't get in the way. ”

The fat man laughed and said: "Look at me, I forgot to introduce myself when I patronized and talked, my name is Fat Master, of course I don't mind if you call me brother too." ”

"Walk, walk, mutter!"

Pan Zi walked beside the fat man, and when the atmosphere was depressed, he heard the fat man chattering non-stop, and he became upset.

The fat man defended: "I'm not afraid that the little girl will be afraid!" ”

Pan Zi gave him a blank look, but the other party didn't see it in the dark.

The fat man continued to talk to Ruan Mo'an: "How are you talking to ...... Naively the two of them met? ”

Wu Xie in front of him retorted: "My name is Wu Xie. ”

"I know, innocent." The fat man doesn't care.

Turning his head, he continued to ask, "Why are you alone, and what about your other companions?" ”

Ruan Mo'an hesitated and said the reason for prevaricating Wu Xie: "I don't remember, I saw Wu Xie when I woke up." ”

The fat man listened and teased: "Others rob tombs to pick up that thing, but you rob the tomb, but you pick up a little girl, hehe, it's really interesting." ”

Wu Xie ignored him.

The fat man spoke alone, "Your dress is very beautiful, I have never seen such a style, where did you buy it?" I'll bring one for me who is going to do it. ”

Pan Zi said impatiently: "Can you stop talking?" ”

Ruan Mo'an also agreed with Pan Zi's words very much at this time, don't look at the fat man's smile, talk to her about something that she doesn't have, but she always feels that there is a deep meaning in the other party's words.

In order not to reveal her identity, in fact, she was afraid of scaring these people away, Ruan Moan decided to stay away from the fat man.

Feeling a faint coolness, Wu Xie was startled, and then he realized that it was You Shi who leaned over.

At first, he was frightened by that group of corpse turtles, so he didn't notice it all the time, but now he realized that You Shi's body temperature was so cold.

His mind went blank, and he suddenly grabbed You Shi's hand and asked, "Why are your hands so cold?" ”

Ruan Mo'an was stunned when she was holding her hand, and she didn't know how to explain when she heard the other party's question. The Netherworld Immortal Lord is not an ordinary person, so her current body is as cold as a corpse, but she can't feel the warmth and cold, and now she choked for a while when she heard Wu Xie say this.

At this moment, the little brother who had been silent suddenly spoke: "Silence." ”

Everyone subconsciously lightened their breathing.

The little brother led a few of them to wander around, and finally came to an open place.

There was a passage with a stone wall on top and a recess down there, where the few of them were hiding.

A few people hid and didn't speak, and after a few minutes, the fat man's eyes rolled and he whispered, "Why is there no movement at all?" ”

Wu Xie and Pan Zi didn't know why, they didn't know what they were hiding.

Pan Zi couldn't help but ask, "What are we hiding?" ”

Wu Xie was still immersed in the issue of Ruan Mo'an's body temperature, and although his nerves were highly tense, he was actually already in a fugue.

Just the next second of Pan Zi's questioning, a creepy voice gradually approached.

Except for Ruan Mo'an and the little brother, everyone's faces changed.

Wu Xie's face turned pale, and they covered their mouths and noses, holding their breath.

The little brother and Ruan Mo'an looked in one direction at the same time.

For the synchronized movements of the two gods, the fat man squeezed his eyebrows at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie didn't notice that his whole mind was now on that strange voice. He only felt that the voice was getting closer and closer, and cold sweat kept coming out of his head.

Suddenly, the voice disappeared.

The group waited a few more minutes before they finally made sure that the thing was no longer coming in their direction.

The little brother still looks vigilant, and even with Panzi, he is vigilant everywhere, looking left and right, for fear that something will suddenly appear.

Ruan Mo'an squatted beside the aisle, looking at the end of the aisle, and a scarlet flash flashed in her dark eyes where no one was paying attention.

The fat man quietly tugged at the corners of Wu Xie's clothes, and when the other party turned his head to ask him with his eyes, he looked ahead, moved his lips and lowered his voice: "She is weird, you should be careful." ”

"Who ......" Wu Xie was startled, and subconsciously swallowed the words again, and glanced at Ruan Mo'an.

The fat man touched his nose and muttered in a vague voice: "The style of that skirt is at least the Republic of China model." ”

This sentence was said in a low voice, but Wu Xie happened to hear it clearly.

He remembered the temperature of Ruan Mo'an's body as cold as a corpse, and the situation when he met Ruan Mo'an, and he couldn't help but shudder.

He glanced at Ruan Mo'an, just in time to meet her turned gaze, seeing her delicate and lovely face, and thinking of her delicate age like a dew-stained flower in the morning, he was a little shaken.

If the other party is really a zongzi, wouldn't she be fifteen or sixteen years old when she died? That's too miserable, isn't it?

And this is obviously a Western Zhou tomb, although this little girl is wearing an imitation of the Republic of China style, it is not suitable for the era.

He didn't want to suspect anything in his selfish heart, but maybe he had encountered too many situations along the way, which also made him have to be more vigilant.

The fat man's muttering in his ears stopped abruptly.

Wu Xie slowly twisted his head and found that the fat man's eyes were frozen and he looked stiff.

The fat man said sluggishly: "You...... Don't move. ”

Wu Xie stiffened, his eyes stared at the fat man, and only then did he feel as if something was on his shoulder.

He wanted to cry without tears, and he trembled and did not dare to speak.

Pan Zi was also stunned.

While being afraid, Wu Xie felt a strong curiosity in his heart, and he felt that the place where his shoulder was pressed by something had become numb, which aroused goosebumps.

Perhaps it was a long time without movement, but driven by curiosity, he turned back stiffly and mechanically, and was greeted by a hand that looked like a human finger.

Wu Xie's mind went blank.

At this moment, the little brother shouted: "Run!" ”

Wu Xie had never felt that his brain and body were so coordinated, and he subconsciously ran forward.

The contents of the tomb swept in front of him like a horse.

When they stopped, Wu Xie's ears were filled with their gasps.

"I'm tired of the old man, rest, rest, rest......"

The fat man fell directly to the ground.

Panzi was no better, and the wounds on his body had burst open from the violent running.

Wu Xie looked around and wondered, "What about the stuffy oil bottle and the poem?" ”

Pan Zi said: "I don't know, I just ran away, where did I notice where they ran." ”

"I'll tell you, I'll say she's weird!"

The fat man jumped up with a carp, "Just that thing, I saw it clearly, so I ran after us!" ”

Pan Zi said: "What's the matter? ”

"Just the little girl you brought." He crossed his waist and paced back and forth, "That thing bypassed her and came straight at us." ”

Pan Zi hesitated: "This ......"

"You ask naïve."

The fat man suddenly pulled him, and Wu Xie was stunned for a moment: "Huh? ”

"You should feel the most recently by her, that body temperature is as cold as a corpse!"

Wu Xie rubbed his fingertips and said, "But, it may be cold in the tomb......

The fat man emphasized with a serious face: "Naive classmate, this is a tomb, it's not strange to encounter anything." ”

He suddenly laughed, "I can't answer three out of ten sentences when I ask her, there must be a problem." Amnesia, just lie to your naïve classmate. ”

"I'm surprised, where the hell did you pick up this little girl?"

Wu Xie said: "It's in the tomb where I was separated from Pan Zi and my third uncle." ”

"I think that kid is also weird, they can't be a gang, right?" Panzi said suddenly.

"It can't be." Wu Xie retorted, "Although the stuffy oil bottle is a little stuffy, he has saved us by appearing several times. If you really want to harm us, then why save us? ”

Pan Zi reminded: "Little Third Master, this line is very deep, you have to have a few more eyes." ”

Wu Xie sneered, he looked around, and wondered, "Where are we now?" ”

……

As soon as Ruan Mo'an's eyes closed and opened, it was pitch black again, and the familiar space made her realize that she was back in the coffin.

She pushed the coffin open and sat up, it was already six o'clock in the evening, and she was wearing the broad, old black dress of the Nether Fairy Lord.

The burial chamber was the same as the one she had seen when she first woke up, empty except for the carved words and everlasting lamps on the stone walls.

The scars on her palms were still there, and vaguely, she could feel that a lot of things were coming towards her tomb.

Just when Ruan Mo'an was distracted, a system prompt suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The body of the self-character slowly fell asleep because of her departure, and the Netherworld Immortal Lord's attraction to the Ghost Spirit seemed to dissipate at this moment.

Zhang Qiling was on guard with a knife, but he was puzzled in his heart.

These things were suddenly restless, and the target was very consistent and rushed in one direction, and he guessed that what attracted them was there.

——The secret that this Western Zhou tomb really hides.

And just now, these things suddenly calmed down.

- It's like getting some kind of order.

He put away the black gold ancient knife and walked towards the gate step by step.

The doors carved with intricate and mysterious patterns were closed, and the guardian-like objects continued to roam aimlessly through the tomb.

The pale and slender palm pressed against the bronze door.