The voice behind him was gloomy, not at all like the voice of a normal person, the important thing was that the voice came from underground.

Zhu Beichen's posture at this time was standing, in the center of the nine-pointed star array, and the voice came from the heel, according to the estimation that the speaker should be lying on the ground, about three meters away from him. At that distance, there should be no one else except Sanqian, but why didn't Sanqian speak, and why did the person who spoke choose to lie on the ground and speak to himself in such a weird posture?

The jade plaque in his hand dimmed, and the light was gone, and it was pitch black in his eyes.

"The four walls here are all mothers-in-law!"

The voice came again, again with the same words.

Damn, what the hell is my mother-in-law, don't keep reminding me like this, it's okay to change the tone, it's very scary!

Zhu Beichen's mind turned over the river and the sea, and it didn't match the previous plot at all, this time he didn't fall into a coma, and he didn't enter the jade plate without Jin Wen, but after concentrating on the jade plate, the jade card was broken, and the voice came inexplicably.

The entity of the jade plaque in his hand was still intact, but the fear in Zhu Beichen's heart was getting worse and worse.

Looking back on this past and talking about this experience underground, Zhu Beichen used this sentence, it is like a ghost crawling out of the ground of the stone chamber!

Zhu Beichen turned around slightly, and what came into his eyes was still a black curtain. Although he couldn't see the surrounding scenery, he could feel that there was absolutely no one in front of him, or that there were no living creatures.

Because, it's underfoot!

It was the only light source, and Zhu Beichen still couldn't understand why its eyes were glowing. No, Gu Ling has the same blood pupils, but its eyes are different.

This is a pair of eyes with only the whites of the eyes, and the cold eyes are staring at themselves in the dark with their heads tilted up, and there is no emotion in their eyes that a living creature should have. It may just be a dead corpse.

Its limbs crawled on the ground, its nails scraping at the floor, and the sharp tearing sound was piercing. It's three thousand. With the only white halo of eyes, Zhu Beichen recognized its full appearance on the floor, familiar clothes, but its hair was messy, and its eyes were blank and empty.

In a completely dark environment, the visual ability of a person is almost zero.

Zhu Beici took a few steps back in horror and subconsciously touched the mini pistol in his coat pocket. If it rushes up, will it shoot at him, it obviously uses the body of three thousand, what is it, the unknown evil spirit in the underground stone chamber?

He twisted, his apparently unfledged emotions interfering with his thoughts, his limbs stiffening with fear. His perspective swayed, his attention shifted slightly, and when he looked again, it disappeared from the ground!

Is it a mysterious angle of light refraction, or is it really completely disappearing into this stone chamber?

No, Zhu Beichen's back came from a person's wheezing sound, like a rapid breath after running violently. It moved behind itself in an instant, and almost at the same moment, it didn't give Zhu Beichen time to react at all. The hands that had been sharpened with knives and carved calluses all the year round were already pinched on Zhu Beichen's neck, and he suddenly felt difficult to breathe.

The force from the three thousand hands was really great, Zhu Beichen's neck was getting tighter and tighter, and the size of his already thin neck was slowly shrinking. The oxygen level in the stone chamber did not decrease in the slightest, but each breath of air became extremely precious, and breathing became extremely difficult.

Zhu Beichen tried hard to break open the hands that were stiffly welded around his neck, and his elbow kept hitting the ribs of the three thousand in the back, but there was no response. It was like a thing with no senses, all it had to do was hold its posture until it strangled Zhu Beichen.

"Three-thousand, you-don't-this, you-are going to strangle me-." His voice had begun to staccatolate, his voice was slow and low, and it wouldn't be long before he died.

Zhu Beichen's plea can't be exchanged for any pity, it has no human emotions at all, and there must be a pair of eyes with only the whites of the eyes, revealing a cold light.

Oh, oh!

A cold weapon pierced the coat on Zhu Beichen's back, pierced the skin, and entered the warm body. It was its own dagger, and when it had drawn its own dagger, and returned it, stabbing it into its own flesh.

It turned out that when the dagger penetrated the body, it really didn't hurt at all. The cold iron rider remained in the flesh and blood of his back, but there was a cool feeling spreading through the breach, seeping straight into the limbs and torso. The place where Zhu Beichen used to tie the dagger around his waist was already empty.

Three thousand, you dog thing, really stab me!

It's not that he doesn't want to resist, and the series of movements of the figure behind him are almost instantaneous. Zhu Beichen's physical strength gushed out along the thick blood, dissipating little by little, and he could even feel the sound of water dripping on the ground on his back, it was his own blood.

The temperature of the surrounding stone chamber was dropping rapidly, and with the loss of blood, Zhu Beichen felt colder and colder, and the severe cold from the inside out enveloped him.

It was still clutching its neck, and heavy gasps were coming from behind it. Zhu Beichen's consciousness began to blur, and in the breath coming from behind, he smelled a strong, dry and disgusting smell of rotting corpses.

Eventually, even the sense of smell began to disappear as well.

There was a period of time in northern Shaanxi, when the local residents robbed tombs more and more, and most of them were local farmers, who united with the dream of making a fortune and went up the mountain together. Their equipment is no less than that of regular tomb robber gangs. a one-piece type mouse suit, with various tools hanging from the clothes; the prestigious Luoyang shovel; special iron cones; Explosives used for point-of-fire blasting.

Among the many legends of gold panning in the underground tombs, there is a family of three brothers who go up the mountain together at night. The deep belly of the mountain is full of caves, many of which are even bottomless, and it is even rumored that these caves reach into the leylines of the earth for thousands of meters.

The legend of the fox in the mountains is prevalent in the local area, and it is said that the fox shuttles back and forth between the yin and yang worlds, walking between the world and the tomb. Local foxes choose cemeteries as their nests, and the more treasures they are buried, the more they will be valued by the foxes, as they are depicted as mortal spirits who guard the tombs in local mythology. That night, the three brothers actually saw a fox with silver and white hair.

They followed the fox to the foot of a mountain, where it burrowed into a burrow. The three brothers were superstitious and thought that the spirit fox was leading the way, and there must be a heavy treasure guarded by the spirit fox buried underground.

The three of them were so excited that they were about to go underground, so they tied long ropes, hung them on their bodies, and distributed their men. The third child is responsible for guarding the rope on the ground and watching the wind, and the eldest and second two go down to the hole.

The underworld is quiet and gloomy, with a bottomless darkness beneath the cavern and an eerie moonlight hanging high in the sky.