The smell around me started to get more and more pungent, and my heart became more and more nervous, but there was not much panic, and I thought it was because I was getting more and more integrated into my character.

Heavenly officials are blessed, and there are no taboos.

Since you have entered the Faqiu Gate, you should be prepared to die in the tomb on a certain day, a certain month, and a certain year, just like a responsible soldier who is ready to die on the battlefield one day in the future.

As a tomb robber, the real destination should not be to die on the sickbed, nor to disdain to have a warbler crying by your bedside, you should die in the tomb, and when the time comes, someone else's tomb will become your tomb.

According to the record of the book that Qin Lao gave me, whether it is our Faqiu Tianguan, or the Captain of the Touching Jin, or the Jieling Force, and the Mountain Mover, almost none of the famous outstanding people in the history of the four major sects have their own tombs, and those like Chen Daoren, who also built a tomb with Yang Yuhuan Zheng'er Bajing, are the special cases among the special cases.

Chen Daoren has a very high reputation, and some of the people of other sects with the same reputation in history as him in the same period entered some strange secret places in the prime of life, and they could never come out after entering, and some went to find the tomb after they were old, and regarded it as their home.

I don't have that lofty ideas, but in this situation, I feel like there's only so much I can comfort myself.

The oil began to grow more and more, gradually flooding my knees, and I waited for a mechanism to appear somewhere, rubbing a little flame, and then detonating the place.

Waiting for dinner time is with some expectation and hope, after all, it is still beautiful, but when you die, it is indeed an unimaginable torment for ordinary people.

It's like a death row inmate was pulled up to the execution ground, wrapped in a black cloth to block your view, and you waited anxiously for the sound of the shooting.

I am the condemned prisoner, waiting for my verdict.

It seems that the only thing worth looking forward to is that the mechanism of this tomb has failed because a thousand years have passed, but this is not very likely, Chen Daoren is still Chen Daoren after all.

Voices began to come from above, Lao Bai, they must have come in to rescue me, I didn't dare to shout, I didn't even dare to call them to save me, none of them were saints, but at this time, I really didn't want to kill them and me when this oil burned.

The fire oil began to grow more and more, as if they didn't want money, and they were even about to spread to my waist, and I even had some doubts, Chen Daoren had accumulated so much fire oil, did he want to make a bomb?

It's a waste to burn me to death with so much oil.

"Rub Rub Rub ......"

There was a tremor under my feet, as if something had been lifted up, and I saw something shining, shining under the oil.

I have a feeling in my heart, this can't be the real coffin, Chen Daoren and Yang Yuhuan, maybe it's inside, but I don't have the slightest desire and concept of knowledge, because I know that if nothing else, I will be cremated with these two characters from a thousand years ago.

The temperature around me began to slowly get higher, inexplicably higher, baking me a little uncomfortable, I even had some expectations, this damn flame came out early, give me a good time, save me in this microwave oven-like environment, suffer a lot.

My skin began to turn red, and my thighs under the oil even began to molt and blister, which reminded me of one of my favorite dishes, braised field chicken

Those lovely field chickens were caught, skinned, washed, and put into the pan......

At this point I was like a dish on a non-stick pan, and I was thinking about when I was going to get cooked, and I even had a strange thought in my head about whether I would like to taste myself if I wasn't dead after I got cooked.

But it seems that the chef here is not satisfied with my side dish, because I found that the water level around me began to slowly decrease, and the ground under my feet appeared densely packed with small holes like honeycomb coal, and the fire oil that appeared before was all sucked into these small holes, and when the fire oil was sucked clean, I squatted down, holding my scarred thighs, while looking at the crystal coffin that had just emerged with the fire oil in front of me.

I could vaguely see two people lying in the coffin, like a fairy couple, and then, I heard a sound of breaking the air above me, I should be located on the ground floor of the Calyx Immortal Building, originally this should be the wine pond meat forest, but now it is dry, I think it should be the previous wine has come out of it, so there is no wine.

Then there were fires on it, and it was like a ball of fireball, flying around, that is, the fire oil on the ground was sucked to it, and the glass lamps were naturally shining, the fire was faint, and the figures were longing.

On the wall layer after layer, even after thousands of years, the murals that still do not change their colors reflect each other under the light and fire flying in the sky.

I stood below, raised my head, and looked up, as if I had traveled through a thousand years, and once again came to the Tang Dynasty in the prosperous era of the Kaiyuan Dynasty.

This is the art of light and shadow, this is the ingenious design, this is the wisdom of romance and boldness!

At this moment, it seems that countless singers are singing softly, and the drums are ringing in unison, which is the sound of the wind, and because of the increase in heat, the circulation of the air has changed, and this sound appears.

The murals and shadow puppets seem to come to life,

I saw the graceful figure of the dancing girl,

I saw the hustle and bustle of the guests,

I have seen the pomp and circumstance of the coming of all nations,

I saw luxury, I saw the vastness, I saw the magnificence, I saw the dazzling and colorful era.

Vaguely, I seemed to see a white and lonely figure, wandering in the hustle and bustle, singing:

Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look......

I felt as if I was dreaming, there was no boundary between the virtual and the real at this time, I was intoxicated and intoxicated, forgetting myself, as if I had integrated into the magnificent waves of that long history.

This may be the kind of artistic conception that Qin Lao and Lao Bai are pursuing,

Regardless of our identity as tomb robbers, or as archaeologists,

In fact, what really attracts us and enters the tomb again and again is not those precious burial objects.

It's the charm of history itself.

I looked at the crystal coffin again, but unfortunately Chen Daoren is dead, if he is still alive, I am willing, give him a thumbs up, and say that you are really awesome.