The twin heads on the walls made this section of the staircase look like a haunted house, and we watched as we walked, and it took us a while to reach the B2 floor of the tower. There is a stone door on the lowest floor, but the stone door has already been opened at this time, probably when my master and the others came in.

When the pangolins saw the stone gate, they suddenly became cautious. This is the rule of their profession, as long as they enter the tomb, they must have their own set of methods of contemplation, which is the same as the Chinese martial arts in which those who have a fight must first strive for the gods.

This time, it was still Qian Hui's sissy who went to explore the road first, and he handed over the backpack on his body to Qian Ning with ease, and walked in cautiously with only a searchlight.

I followed his searchlight and looked inside, and it was a brick burial hallway, about a meter wide, and the floor was covered with green bricks. On either side of the tomb stood two rows of bronze armor, and because of the distance, I could not see anything in these armors, and all the armor was standing on both sides and not scattered.

The pangolins slowly walked forward, and I noticed that there were many of them, extending deep into the graveyard. Qian Hui walked forward for about ten meters, then stopped, covered his mouth with his hand and made a birdsong sound, the pangolin and Qian Ning nodded to each other and walked in slowly.

The monk told me to be careful and followed. Anyway, there are those guys in front of us to explore the way, and we won't be in any danger for the time being, so I walked in with Nangong and Da Bainiu hanging at the back.

When I walked up to the armor, I realized that there was a dead body in the armor, and the dead bodies stood there with their hands and feet all standing upright, and none of them had fallen. However, what is even more surprising is that the eyes of these dead corpses are all double pupils.

The corpses weren't decomposing, they were all the same dried corpses they'd encountered before. I looked at them one by one and found that the corpses did not die at the same time. Because the degree of dryness of their facial skin is all different.

Although these differences are subtle, the first skill I started learning was eyesight. The old man used to spend about three years training my eyesight, and at that time the old man would take out a hundred Buddhist beads of the same size, take out one and show it to me, and then mix the bead into the hundred, until I could find the bead in a stick of incense.

The time when these dried corpses died was definitely not the same period, but if this place was built by Zhu Chun's soldiers, where did they find so many sa tuos with so many eyes? Coupled with the heads of those sas on the wall before, these mutated varieties that are usually rare to see are everywhere here like cabbage.

I walked slowly at the end, and gradually I was left behind by the monks and them for some distance. At this time, I suddenly felt that there was a piece of armor that was a little different from the others, this armor was a little crooked, and I wanted to be touched. I slowly walked over to the armor and held up my searchlight to look at it.

The corpse inside that armor was still a pair of eyes, and there was nothing special about it. Just when I was habitually trying to pull the searchlight back to chase the monks, I suddenly froze there.

Damn, this dead corpse actually has hair, and when I looked at that corpse just now, I only noticed his eyes, and I didn't care about other details. It wasn't until I took back the searchlight that what I had just seen flashed in my brain.

I slowly lifted my searchlight and looked up. Several long hairs were found to have grown out of the helmet, and were waddling around the helmet.

I looked inside the helmet again, and saw that the corpse's face was also covered with hair, with only a small part leaking out. Just as I was about to take a closer look, the armor suddenly jumped up and let out a chirping sound.

I screamed in fright, and the searchlight in my hand fell directly to the ground. However, before I could pick up the searchlight, I felt a strong crash against me, and I was directly knocked into another piece of armor, and I felt a burning pain in my chest and back.

I hurriedly got up and picked up the searchlight on the ground, and saw the armor walking towards the stone gate where we had entered. I don't know where I got the courage, so I screamed and threw myself straight at the armor. The armor seemed to have difficulty moving, and I threw it directly to the ground.

The two of us were scuffling on the ground, and by this time I had already heard the footsteps of the monks running towards them, and I knew that as long as I held on a little longer, no matter what kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods in this were going to be able to escape.

However, the idea is beautiful, and the reality is often cruel. Just when I was full of confidence and twisted into the armor, I was suddenly kicked into the air, and the strength of this guy is not ordinary!

When I was kicked into the air, two hands suddenly reached out from the armor and took off the helmet, and it turned out to be the orangutan! But before I could think about it, the orangutan threw the helmet directly in my face. All I felt was a sour sour in my nose and the whole world went dark.

When I woke up, the monks were all standing around me. I shook my head, and I felt like my whole brain was shaken up by that blow.

When the monk saw that I had woken up, he walked up to me and asked, "How do you feel now?" ”

I snorted heavily, gritted my teeth and sat up, feeling that everything in front of me was all illusory. It took me a while to come to my senses and say, "It's okay, how long have I been in a coma?" ”

Nangong took out a towel and wiped my face, and said, "Just a while, when we rushed over, you had already fainted, and your face was covered with blood. What's going on? ”

I told the monks what had just happened, and they each whispered for a while. After listening to what I said, the monk frowned and thought for a long time, and did not pay attention to the others.

I tugged at the monk's cuffs and asked, "I said monk, you said that these people are all sada, I can still accept it, and now that an orangutan has turned into double pupils, is that guy about to become a Buddha?" ”

The monk frowned and shook his head, and whispered, "Are you sure that orangutan you saw is also a pair of eyes?" ”

I heard the monk's words and thought about it carefully, then looked at him and nodded. I've seen the eyes of this orangutan before, and it must have been a pair of eyes. People and orangutans here have double eyes, so could it be that there is something in this that stimulates the creatures here and makes their eyes mutate and turn them all into double eyes? But the maharaja and other creatures don't seem to have mutated, so why?

The monk didn't answer my question, but stood up and said, "Let's go, maybe there is the answer we want to know." After saying that, he walked straight forward.

Nangong whetted me up, and our group continued to walk slowly deeper into the tomb.