We're standing here in a quandary, because we don't know where we're going.

There are many examples in textbooks of people who have taken the wrong path and buried their lives in graves, and in general, the owner of the tomb will arrange various means of protection in order to prevent the tomb from being stolen in the future.

These two roads may one day be a dead end, and a tomb of this scale must be very profound, and it is not something that ordinary people can crack.

If only there were tomb robbers, they were good at it. Chen Changsheng said.

A dignified world-class archaeology professor is not afraid of other people's jokes when he says such things, but in this way, his temperament is relatively bold, and it is not difficult to deal with.

I looked at it for a while and said: If you follow the general idea, it must be more dangerous underground, most people will go up, but not here, this is the lake, go up, a little careless, it is possible to pierce the lake above, and when the lake water pours down, it is the most dangerous.

Water is pervasive, can you guarantee that it won't be flooded? This cannot be a piece of evidence. Chen Changsheng denied my view.

At least there are more opportunities below. I say.

Chen Changsheng glanced at me: yes, then go down, but the structure here is completely different from the one on the drawing, isn't it not this tomb on the silk at all? We came here by accident.

Da Niu said: It's not so coincidental, we definitely haven't entered the official tomb yet, and this drawing is not needed for the time being.

Meng Xiaoxiao didn't express her opinion for the time being, she must be better at these places than us, so she asked her: What do you think?

Meng Xiaoxiao said: I follow Brother He.

Chen Changsheng and Da Niu looked at the two of us in surprise, Meng Xiaoxiao's eyes were short with them, and she was a little embarrassed to see that they were all looking at her.

The bull gave me a thumbs up, and I smiled and headed down the passage.

The passage was also made up entirely of boulders, but it was drier below than above, and it was a long passage, and we walked for nearly two minutes only to find that there was a dead end in front of us, and there was no way to continue.

In front of this is a large bluestone slab with a portrait carved on it.

We hit the flashlight on this stone statue, and when we looked at it closely, there were also people taking pictures, which are the most precious materials.

This is supposed to be a scene from some mythology. Chen Changsheng spoke first, but what did this mean?

I looked at it for a moment and said, "I know."

Chen Changsheng They set their eyes on me: What do you mean?

There were two taller men here, and across from them was a shorter man with a weapon in his hand, and one of the taller men had a weapon stuck in his body. Intuitively, it is two more powerful people against a weak person, but one of the powerful people is killed by the weak person.

If you are more powerful, how can you be killed by weak people? Da Niu asked me.

I continued to look at the bluestone slab, and after a while, I said: This injured man looked at the other one with a smile on his face. I understood that he was fulfilling someone else, so he deliberately let that weak person kill him.

That's my brother. Meng Xiaoxiao suddenly spoke, stretched out his finger and pointed at the uninjured man, the gun in his hand was my brother's chaos gun, and the other was his master.

When we were about to ask for details, the team member who had just taken the picture screamed and fell backwards.

We hurriedly asked: What's wrong?

He pointed to the bluestone slab in horror, his breath was short, and his face was pale: "You, look.

Nothing, do you mean this stone painting? Da Niu asked.

The team member who took the picture said: mobile phone, take a picture, take a picture.

We turned on the camera function of our mobile phones, and when we aimed at the bluestone slab, we were immediately stunned, because the bluestone slab, which looked quaint, was actually bloody under the camera.

Moreover, in front of the bluestone slab, there stood several people who did not belong to our queue.

We all stepped back, but when we moved the camera, the sights were gone, and the bluestone slabs were still bluestone slabs.

We all retreated, only Meng Xiaoxiao stood alone in front of the bluestone slab, and I shouted: Come here.

Meng Xiaoxiao glanced back at me: It's okay, they are just a few shadows left, and they have some grievances, which can't hurt anyone.

Meng Xiaoxiao stood there, and when he saw that we refused to go over, he pointed to the incantation, and said to us after reciting: Look again, they are gone.

We pointed the camera at it again, and sure enough, there was no trace of those people, so we walked slowly.

The team members were still a little scared, and Meng Xiaoxiao grinned at them.

Each of us made a new copy of the painting on the satin, and now took it out and began to compare it.

After looking at it for a while, he said, "Have you found that there is no entrance to the cemetery on this map."

Really. They looked at it for a while and then replied, "Only, there is no entrance, how did the people who built their tombs come in?"

It's definitely not drawn, and judging from the map, the most likely place to be the entrance is in these places. I pointed out a few places to show them, and then said, and the entrance, most likely, is this bluestone slab.

The outside is just the entrance to the site, and this is where the actual entry into the grave is, and we then look here and find a way to open the gate.

But Meng Xiaoxiao said: Brother He, just use your sword.

After hearing this, I hesitated for a while, took out the ancient sword on my body, and said, "I'll try."

Swinging it like this, the power is definitely not very great, and I began to transport it to the ability to refine and transform Qi that Yang Yun taught me.

After about a minute of concentration, I slashed down with a sword.

With a snort, the bluestone door shook and then snapped, and the slate cracked and turned into rubble.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and when the smoke cleared, we walked in, shone our flashlight over there, and immediately retreated in fright.

And there was a circle of people, about twenty, facing inward, looking down at the middle, and each of them had his hands tied to each other with iron cables.

Are you still alive? Da Niu asked.

But no one answered, and we walked over gradually.

When I got closer, the flashlight shone on their faces, and I saw that these people were very ruddy, as if they were standing here in a daze, not like dead people at all.

Look, there's a box in the middle of them. The archaeological team members pointed to a box about 30 centimeters high that they were surrounding and said.

All eyes of these people are on this box.

Da Niu was about to reach over and take it, but Meng Xiaoxiao scolded: Don't, the box has calmed their souls, once the box is removed, they will wake up, and they can't use this method.

Let's figure out what's in that box first. Chen Changsheng reminded us that we should not give our lives for something meaningless.

After he finished speaking, the archaeological team members began to search in this tomb, and there were many murals in it, which were still Ye Hai and his master's.

I walked up to Meng Xiaoxiao's side and asked, "How much do you know about Ye Hai and his master?"

Meng Xiaoxiao shook her head: He didn't tell me, but it's all their stories here.

Listen to it in the future. Chen Changsheng said.

Meng Xiaoxiao sighed and began to talk according to the murals here: When my brother was very young, he was often disturbed by ghosts, and then he was sent to the Taoist temple and met a Taoist priest. After that, he went out with the Taoist priest and rescued a female ghost in a willow forest, and the female ghost followed them. After that, I went through a series of things, and my brother worshipped that Taoist priest as his teacher.

That Taoist priest is your father, you should know, right? I asked Meng Xiaoxiao.

Meng Xiaoxiao sighed: My brother's master is my father, called Meng Changqing, and there are only so many stories here.

This history exposes a lot. After listening to it, I said, only Ye Hai, his master, and the female ghost know this history, so the person who carved this mural must be one of these three people, I suspect that it is the female ghost, but I don't know what the identity of the female ghost is.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the rest of the tomb.

At the same time, Yang Yun came out of his sword, looked at the place surrounded by the dead corpses and said: Let's go, this is the place leading to hell, and the corpses will be in formation, and the Yin soldiers will be summoned.