"Brother Dao is so calm?"

When I saw Ming Dao entering the secret room very calmly, if it weren't for the embarrassment before seeing Ming Dao, the audience in the live broadcast room would think that Ming Daoya would not be an undercover agent, otherwise how could they be so clear about the secret passage in the tomb.

"I'll go, Brother Dao won't be a villain, right?"

"Do you say that my brother is the real grave keeper? Has been undercover in the tomb robbery organization with ulterior motives? ”

"The imagination upstairs is too rich, if Brother Dao is the grave keeper, what is the identity of Pang Fatman?"

"Don't think about it, Brother Dao is definitely not a tomb keeper, he has escaped death several times, can the tomb keeper be so embarrassed?"

In the live broadcast room, there was a lot of noise because of Mingdao's entry into the secret room.

And Ming Dao is in a dark room at the moment, Ming Dao breathed a sigh of relief after watching the dark board outside close, there was a knocking sound outside, Ming Dao knew that it was the group of corpses that were making trouble outside, Ming Dao looked at the stone slab that kept vibrating, his heart was pounding, and the calmness shown outside was actually pretended.

Ming Dao took a closer look, and found that although the stone slab was shaking, it was relatively firm, Ming Dao put his mind down and looked around, only to find that there was still a stone ladder hidden inside the statue leading to the bottom, and the surrounding walls were also different from the color outside, a piece of blood red, a bit like the red paint on the coffin outside, in this kind of place I felt very uncomfortable, as if lying in the coffin.

The passage is not big, very narrow, Ming Dao has to lower his head to enter, the light of the flashlight shines on the wall, Ming Dao vaguely saw some patterns carved on the wall, Ming Dao stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the dust on it.

"Ahem."

Because Mingdao is very close to the wall, and the surrounding space is very small, Mingdao inhaled the scattered dust directly, leaned against the wall and coughed violently, the dust choked into the lungs and was extremely uncomfortable, and entered the eyes, now Mingdao can't see clearly at all, so he can only hold on to the wall and wait for the tears to drip out with dust.

It took more than ten minutes for Ming Dao to slowly recover, and he looked at the murals on the wall with teary eyes.

The wall in front of Ming Dao was carved with a huge pool of blood, yes, it was a pool of blood, because there was a pool carved on the wall, but since the color of the wall was blood red, that pool looked the same as a pool of blood.

Ming Dao looked at the right side of the wall, only to see many soldiers pressing the slave into the blood pool, the slave struggled painfully, but to no avail, soon the body slowly became dry, as more and more corpses, the blood in the blood pool slowly increased.

The liquid in the blood pool of the mural that Ming Dao saw first was less than half, but the blood pool in the mural behind was almost full, and the stumps and broken bones loomed in it.

The light of the flashlight in the darkness, the eerie mural looming in the light, makes people feel like they are in a sea of blood.

"Brother Dao, where is this? It's weird to look at. ”

"I feel that Brother Dao has only come out of a pit and entered a pit, and it looks even more evil than those corpses outside."

"Is the painting on this mural a factual one? If it's true? Oh my God, how many people do you have to kill to have such a big pool of blood? Judging by the proportion of people, this pool is probably the size of several football fields. ”

"Probably not, I think this mural is similar to some biographies, most of them are exaggerated."

"Although it makes sense, but I must say, don't forget whose tomb this is, this is for nothing, the pit kills millions, millions of corpses and blood, and it is not surprising that there is such a large pool of blood."

Only then did everyone remember that this was the tomb of the killing god, and if this blood pool was used to dispose of the corpses of those millions of soldiers, it was really possible.

Ming Dao watched the painting all the way, and soon came to the end of the passage, the last mural on the hands of countless corpses grabbed the copper coffin on the blood pool, what makes people feel strange is that the copper coffin floated on the water surface did not sink, the countless hands that grabbed the copper coffin looked like they were holding the copper coffin, and there were some patterns carved on the copper coffin, but because the age was too old, it was not clear what was painted on it.

Ming Dao didn't know why the tomb owner painted these murals, when he entered the tomb before, the murals on the wall seemed to tell a group of people building a pool, if I guessed correctly, the murals in these two places are connected, and the murals here depict the blood pool after the repair.

Even if there is an exaggerated technique to depict on the mural, the main structure must be correct, the blood pool here must be real, and the coffin of a thousand corpses, what is the secret of the tomb owner?

Ming Dao stood in front of the last mural and pondered for a long time, but he never had a clue, whether it was the burial technique and the blood pool in the tomb, it was a taboo, but almost all the unreasonable taboos in this tomb were there, and he couldn't figure out the method of the tomb owner just through the mural.

However, looking at the things recorded in the murals, the blood pool and the copper coffin must be here, this is the tomb, and the coffin is here, so the blood pool must be there.

Ming Dao walked out of the door with a flashlight, and at the moment when he just walked out, the flashlight in Ming Dao's hand flashed twice and went out instantly.

"Bang Bang"

Ming Dao took the flashlight and slapped it vigorously a few times, but there was no response.

Ming Dao scolded in his heart, he just praised the quality of this flashlight is good, but now there is a problem, damn wait until I go back to settle accounts with the owner of the shop.

But fortunately, although the spiritual power in the Dao body is gone, the physical strength is still there, and the strengthened eyes can also see in the dark, even if there is no flashlight, the surrounding situation can barely be seen clearly, but it is not as clear as the flashlight.

The audience in the live broadcast room only felt that the light in front of them suddenly dimmed, and then the image was lost, and it was pitch black, but fortunately, the live broadcast room automatically adjusted, and the picture appeared in the live broadcast room again.

"What's going on? Is the flashlight dead? ”

"I turned up the brightness to the maximum, and I almost thought my computer monitor was broken."

"It should be that the flashlight is out of power, but why is there no light from the flashlight and there is a picture, and it is a full field of vision, like an open hanging."

Fortunately, the audience didn't care too much, after all, it was a live broadcast, so how could you watch it if there was really no light.

Just after Ming Dao walked out of the gate, there was always a faint smell of blood in the air, as if walking on the seaside, there was a salty smell in the air, and here it was a smell of blood.

Ming Dao walked forward, vaguely Ming Dao could hear the sound of water flowing in front of him, Ming Dao hurriedly walked forward, maybe he could walk out in the direction of the water flow.

The sound was getting closer and closer, but Mingdao felt that something was wrong, the smell of blood around him became stronger and stronger, and even the air became viscous.

“piapia”

Ming Dao stepped on the water with his feet and made a sound, but the sound was not the same as the sound of normal water flow, and Ming Dao could feel the water under his feet with a sticky force.

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