The stone tower was very empty, I followed Ding Wutong, climbed up the wooden ladder, the headlamp on my head seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and began to flicker, almost at the same time, the pixiu imprisoned on the stone pillar in the middle of the stone tower let out an angry roar, and suddenly countless dust fell down from the stone tower. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then a dense crack sounded, I stopped, the wooden ladder was already full of cracks, and I fell from the wooden ladder by the slightest accident, and at this time Ding Wutong and I were almost close to the seventh floor of the stone tower, in other words, we were only one step away from reaching the top.

I didn't dare to move, I didn't dare to move a single step. I am afraid that a slight movement of my own will make this seemingly sturdy wooden ladder, but in fact, the wooden ladder that is close to decay will be completely broken.

"Boy, be careful yourself, the old man will go first." Ding Wutong seemed to know that he would encounter this scene, and he was already prepared, and an iron hook suddenly shot out of his cuffs, and a rope of almost twenty meters was thrown from him, wrapped around the stone pillar standing in the center of the stone tower.

Click!

The wooden ladder made a sound, I panicked, scolded Ding Wutong for being disrespectful, my heart palpitated, and the wooden ladder under my feet almost reached the limit and began to break and collapse.

My heart is horizontal, follow the rhubarb at the fastest speed, rushed to the seventh floor, the wooden ladder under my feet with the speed of my steps, quickly broken, may be God favored me, or my life should not be broken, when I reached the seventh layer of the wooden ladder, the wooden ladder under my feet did not break, but I did not dare to be careless, stomped a few times with my foot, the wooden ladder trembled, and did not break, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wang!" Rhubarb wagged his tail very excitedly, barked at me, came back to my senses, slightly squinted eyes, looked down by the light of the headlamp, my mother, a little afraid of heights, above my head is the galaxy dome painting, a stone's throw away from me, and Ding Wutong has landed on his feet at the moment, looking up at me, the drop during the period is nearly thirty meters.

My legs were so weak that I couldn't stand, and I held on to the wooden ladder tremblingly, for fear that I would fall.

"God! Are you okay! It was Song Jingtong's voice, and I slowed down and responded, "It's okay, you're okay, I'm at the top of the stone tower, I can't go down." "My voice was crying, it was not pretended, to be precise, I was frightened, the wooden ladder on the seventh floor was much stronger than I expected, and at the corner of the top of the tower, it was actually bearing a coffin, which shows how strong the wooden ladder is on the seventh floor.

I was taken aback, there was a coffin at the top of the stone tower, which did not conform to the funeral form, coupled with the legendary mythical beast Pixiu that I met when I just entered the stone tower, the impact that the stone tower brought to me became more and more incredible.

The stone tower suddenly became quiet, the silence was terrifying, and Guo Da Whip and his party were restrained and did not make any sound. With the help of the light of the headlamp, I could see a hint of discoloration in the dark tower.

Pixiu Yuan is not a sacred beast guarding the tomb, why is he imprisoned in the stone tower, many questions have been generated in my mind, in fact, since the day I left Guangming Tun, everything that happened, there is no answer.

I peered through the darkness into the tower, and without any useful information, I turned my gaze again. On the coffin placed at the corner of the wooden ladder on the seventh floor.

The coffin should be a child's, not large, where it stands upright, on the dark coffin, there are several words that are the same as on the broken stone tablet in the ancient wind when I came in, I don't understand, but I know that this coffin seems to convey some kind of message.

I stared at the dark coffin, as if I saw a people who existed in a certain period, and this funeral method was very similar to the hanging coffin that my father had inadvertently mentioned, a funeral method unique to ethnic minorities.

Coupled with the Phantom Qiang lock opened by Ding Wutong before, where this coffin came from has been roughly defined in my heart, even if it is not the Qiang people, it is also related to the Qiang people in some way.

I thought so, but Rhubarb was so excited that he couldn't wait for me to open it.

I stepped forward to observe this coffin up close, the coffin wood is very ordinary, even if it is placed on the top floor, it has been eroded by the years, close to decay.

The ancient words carved on the coffin body, like the totem of a certain race, I blew the dust on the coffin with my mouth, in addition to a few ancient words, under the dust covered, there is actually a gilt painting, it is a round of sun, hanging in the sky, a group of people holding bows and arrows, trying to shoot the sun.

I was stunned, this is too weird, what kind of existence is the nation that dares to fight with the sun, I then looked down, the pattern carved on the coffin is too weird, it is simply whimsical, there is no trace of logic, and even with the history of China's 5,000-year civilization, there is no connection at all.

Gollum, I subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of spit, not looking down, too terrifying, looking at this upright coffin, does not belong to any ethnic minority in China, especially the painting on the coffin, imaginative, in the past feudal superstitious era, these things have the imprint of not in line with the times.

It's like a mysterious people who exist in China and have never been born, "That kid from the Zhu family is still alive!" Ding Wutong shouted at the top of his voice, and I violently retracted my mind from my thoughts.

"Chief, how can there be a Pixiu in this tower, such an auspicious beast?" Genjiro asked, whether he was well-informed, or confused.

"There is a certain number in the dark..."Guo Da Whip muttered by himself as if he hadn't heard Genjiro's words.

Roar!

I looked up at the starry sky dome painting at the top of the tower, and it was a horizontal line to the upright coffin, and the end point was the stone pillar that bound Pixiu.

Such a big stroke is definitely not an ordinary feng shui master, and what can be arranged is comparable to Yuan Tiangang at the grandmaster level.

"God give you to be careful, remember to be calm when necessary!" Song Jingtong shouted at me, for fear that something would happen to me.

The huge starry sky dome painting is actually a copy of the gilt painting on the coffin, which is more lifelike than the coffin, as if it is going to live, shooting the sun, reclamation, mending the sky... The vivid patterns, as if telling the end of this era, reminds me of an ancient book of mountains and seas.

Could it be? I guessed this, but quickly denied it, I heard Song Jingtong's heart, and it was obvious that she had once again forcibly used the Blood Inheritance Limit.

"This stone tower should be a microcosm of the Nanming regime, originating in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, a branch of the Heaven and Earth Society, but God gives you to know that the age of this stone tower is almost the same period as Emperor Jianwen." Her last sentence was shocking, which made me, who couldn't figure out my mind and couldn't sort out my thoughts, and my thoughts were in chaos.