The speed of the cloth bag monk was very fast, I hurriedly shone it with a flashlight, and before I could catch the figure of the old monk, I saw that the black shadow suddenly turned back and came to me in an instant.

"Humph!"

The old monk turned around and struck with a palm, and the black shadow hurriedly shouted, "Master, stop, it's me!" ”

The voice was somewhat familiar, and I hurriedly turned my head to shine a flashlight on it, and I was startled by the two that came into my eyes: standing beside me was a young man in his twenties, with a thin yellow face and a long body, and the hand that was stretched out to block the flashlight was white and tender, and the hand pointed out was surprisingly slender. The most terrifying thing is that most of the uncovered face is covered with pockmarks, and it is impossible to count them.

In Mr. Guo's words: This is a face on the pockmarks!

"Damn!" I cursed under my breath, withdrew my flashlight and took a step back.

"Wu family boy!" After seeing this person's appearance, the cloth bag monk said disdainfully.

"Hey, hey!" The man smiled: "Xiao Gu, you don't know me?" The day before yesterday, I cheated you in an antique shop! ”

When I heard him say this, I immediately remembered that this person was none other than the mask man who had deceived me with something soaked in horse urine the day before yesterday.

"It's you!" I recalled that when I came in before, the cloth bag monk asked me if I knew kung fu, and it seemed that the old monk should have seen this mask man jump in.

"My name is Wu Hao, and everyone in the rivers and lakes calls me pockmark." Mako stretched out her hand to me with a grin.

I frowned and stretched out my hand to shake it with him, and suddenly felt that this hand was extremely soft, much softer than a girl's hand, and I pinched it lightly for fear that it would squeeze out water: "Gu Rui." ”

"Haha, I know your name is Gu Rui." Mazi turned to look at the cloth bag monk: "Master, what's the matter?" Don't want to see me? ”

The cloth bag monk twisted the Buddha beads in one hand, put the other hand on his chest and recited the Buddha name, ignoring the pockmarks.

"Hah!" Mazi turned to me again: "Our Wu family, our ancestors have been thieves for ten generations, and there are only things in the world that you can't think of, and there is nothing we can't steal!" For hundreds of years, I have relied on this skill to eat! ”

This person is soft all over his body, his bones are exquisite, and he turned out to be a born thief. God is really joking, this kind of gene that harms others and is not beneficial to oneself has been passed down for ten generations...... It's no wonder that the Budai monk ignored him.

"By the way, how did you get here? Track us? "I asked very bluntly.

"If I follow you, do you think I'll be exposed to you!" Mazi sneered, and the pockmarks on his face trembled and trembled disgustingly: "That Mr. Liang Dong originally invited me, and I was with you, but something was delayed yesterday, so I came after you." ”

I nodded slightly, remembering that in the fog of the woods, Liang Ruoyi almost did something to me so that I touched her chest, and I probably saw the strange figure of Mazi, and I felt that something was wrong so I did it. It is unknown whether this pockmark can beat the cloth bag monk, at least this method makes the cloth bag monk unable to catch up, and it is definitely not very human.

"Have you ever seen the Seventh Master and the old clam them? And Liang Ruoyi! I asked.

"Nope! Just now, they were all protecting themselves, who cares about others. Mazi took the flashlight and shone it around: "Let's go, do you still want to stay here and wait for them?" ”

"Where are you going?!" I don't have a good impression of Mazi in my heart, and he lied to me the day before yesterday, and now that I know that he is a thief, I am even more disgusted.

Mazi glanced at the cloth bag monk who was standing motionless on the side, and patted me on the shoulder: "I remember that you studied architecture in college, right?" ”

"Environmental Art Design."

"Almost! You should know something about the history of architecture! What is this place called? ”

"Afang Palace." I said angrily.

"yes, yes, that's it, do you know what architecture it is?"

"I don't know!" I don't really know anything about this kind of architecture.

"Hmm......" Mazi pondered for a while, and finally turned his target to the Budai monk: "Master, I believe in you, you should be able to discern the direction here, why don't we follow you!" ”

Monk Budai folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, turned his head to look at the place we had just entered, and turned to walk straight ahead.

"Let's go!" Mazi was very happy and felt that it was right to follow the Budai monk, so he asked me to follow.

There is no end in sight to the endless darkness, and the strong flashlight in his hand shines only four or five meters of visibility, and after four or five meters, it is like being swallowed by a big mouth and disappearing without a trace. There was a strange smell in the air, and it didn't smell very good anyway. At this time, I was at a loss in my heart again, and I pricked up my ears, hoping to hear the voice of the seventh master.

I took out the super invincible luminous waterproof watch I brought and put it on, and when I looked at it, I found that it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

After walking for about five minutes, there was no movement around. The cloth bag monk still didn't say a word, but Mazi seemed to be in high spirits, constantly shining around with a flashlight.

"Huh? The wall?! Mazi suddenly screamed softly.

I hurriedly shone a flashlight on it, and sure enough, a black wall appeared three meters away, about a foot high, and it looked like the outer wall of a palace.

"It's here!" I guessed: "This is probably the outer wall of the mausoleum of Afang's mausoleum." ”

As I spoke, I reached out and touched it, and the walls were a little cold, which made my heart feel cold

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I can't help but feel a trace of awe: this is built by the ancestors two thousand years ago, such a wall, such a mausoleum, I don't know how many people were used, and how many people died.

"Hey, Xiao Gu, what is this city wall made of?" Asako asked, standing beside me.

"I don't know." I shrugged: "It should be masonry, in those days, there could be anything." ”

Mazi smiled slightly, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and shot at the wall like a bullet, "pop", the thumb index finger and middle finger hit the wall!

"Hmm......" Mazi's face instantly turned red, and the pockmarked face was like a small lantern, more cautious.

"What's wrong with you?" I looked at Asako's hand with some puzzlement: "Do you want to do it?" ”

"Huh!" The Budai monk, who had not spoken, suddenly sneered, and his voice was full of disdain, ridicule and contempt.

"It's fine!" Mazi withdrew his hand, put it to his mouth and blew twice: "This wall is not made of bricks and stones!" You'll talk about it next time! ”

"Isn't it?" I shrugged my shoulders and touched it again, but I didn't feel anything other than a little cold, it was rough to the touch, it looked like masonry!

"Find the door." Budai Monk said suddenly.

I answered with Asako and went to the gate with a flashlight. I walked two steps, and when I saw the Budai monk standing still, Mazi went to the other side, and suddenly felt a little apprehensive, wanting to go to the side with Mazi, looking timid; I opened my mouth to ask the cloth bag monk to follow me, but I really couldn't open my mouth.

Damn, if the master is full of hard work, he won't bother to pay attention to you! I paused, gritted my teeth and chose to walk on my own.

Soon the sound of my footsteps was left in the dungeon of the black hole. The light of the strong flashlight in my hand has been shining in front of me, and I am silently counting the steps in my heart, which is also learned from the Seventh Master, at least it is a mark, I can roughly know how far I have walked, and I can find the place where I started walking just now.

I roughly estimated that according to the area on the ground, if the underground mausoleum is about the same size, the distance of this section should be considered wide, almost three or four kilometers.

After walking for a while, I suddenly felt a little wetness on the ground, and hurriedly looked down, and saw a small stream of water flowing from the main entrance where I had just entered.

What does that mean? Didn't the Seventh Master say that the water would recede due to the air pressure after we came in? Could it be that it's pouring in now?! Aren't we going to drown here alive?!

Thinking of this, I suddenly raised my head and wanted to walk back, but when I looked up, I found a pair of red eyes not far away looking at me motionlessly!

Oh my God, what is this?!

(End of chapter)