"The underground palace outside the mausoleum?" Fang Yan didn't want to make a noise, and deliberately lowered his voice.

He blocked out the audience, but the message was revealed. Because this live broadcast is no longer like the last time the closed beta test was in the time zone, with hundreds of people.

Among the more than 2 million viewers, there are many people who know how to read lips:

【Underground Palace? 】

[There is a dungeon here? 】

[66 da, go down and take a look]

……

The Ghost Axe Venerable said calmly: "The underground palace outside the mausoleum is generally not specially built, but an underground passage left over during construction, and it will be buried when the project is over. The people who were buried inside were people who didn't have any identity. ”

"It's all some workers, because the construction of the tomb is a secret project, and only the dead will not leak secrets. Most of them were given to die or even buried alive. Fang Yan didn't feel the need to go down and explore.

But the little guy in his arms was not happy, and the handle of the evil spirit spoon rubbed through his shirt, almost scraping off a layer of Fang Yan's skin.

"Situation? Don't fool me again. Fang Yan frowned slightly, seeing that the fans in the live broadcast room were also a little interested in the underground palace, he thought about it for a while and decided to believe in the evil key again.

"Sir, you pull up the stone and my toolbox, Jin Ling'er also brings it safely, and the others don't move for the time being."

Time needs to be used reasonably, and while going to the dungeon on your side, teammates should also be thoughtful.

Last night, Lord Wei cut down an ancient cypress more than 30 meters high on the outskirts of Baicheng and made a board car.

The snail carts transferred from the city were loaded with high-quality stone carvings and adhesives, but the motor vehicles would not survive in front of the Suzaku Gate.

It doesn't matter, then use the most reliable manpower. Let Lord Wei, who has the power of a dragon elephant, personally pull the cart up the mountain. If you want to rob the mausoleum, first repair the mausoleum; Salute first and then soldier, stand and then break, follow the principle of tomb repair of the Burial Dragon Palace, coupled with the local "cypress plank car" in Baicheng as a means of transportation, Fang Yan thinks that this trip will not be much dangerous, and Xiao Nizi only needs to follow the back of the car and will arrive safely.

"Yan'er, I'll take a look."

The Ghost Axe Master was not very relieved, staring at the "Immortal City Lord" for another observation, and finally speculated:

"The mechanism of this dungeon is very hidden, and at least it was the work of a first-class mechanic at the time. The outer layer of this stone button has a layer of insect pattern carving as a cover, after thousands of years of wind and rain, the carving is worn out before the stone button is exposed, the biggest driving force, is today's rain, greatly accelerated the corrosion progress of the outer layer of the stone button. ”

In other words, when the mechanic designed this mechanism, he thought about giving future generations a chance to open the mechanism. But I was worried that I would be discovered too soon, so I added a preventive process? ”

"That's right, there must be an ulterior secret hidden in this underground palace. At least at the time, there were clues that would have been destroyed as soon as they were discovered! The more he analyzed, the more affirmative his tone became.

"It's just a mausoleum outside the palace, and the participants are all low-level workers, contractors and designers, and it is difficult to get in touch with the secrets of the high-level, Shizun, are you overestimating this organ master?" Fang Yan wondered.

"You know a basket, didn't I say it, this mechanic is of a first-class level, and with his skills, he is fully qualified to participate in the design of the main tomb." Ghost Axe urged, "Listen to me, go straight down, since there are major clues for future generations, it is unlikely that there will be a fatal threat in the underground palace." ”

Before the master came, he shirked everything, saying that he didn't dare to desecrate the Qianling, and he had to follow the instructions of the head of the house, and the result was more energetic than anyone else during the live broadcast. This is bitter Fang Yan, the master insisted that it is absolutely safe below, but the little guy in his arms doesn't seem to mean this, he can sense its thoughts, on the one hand, he is curious about what is underneath, but he is frightened and cowering.

"Come, brave loyal ministers, you need to come out here, and the cowardly ones will avoid it for the time being."

Fang Yan twisted the stone button slightly, and the headless stone statue of the Lord of the Immortal City suddenly trembled violently, and the square base rotated counterclockwise with the north as the axis, rotating one hundred and eighty degrees steadily, and the body facing south changed to facing north, and the stone statue also went north to a position.

Ka! Titicaca......

With a muffled cracking sound, the base was completely displaced, revealing a deep tunnel entrance.

"The design is really exquisite, the stone statue is the size of a simulated person, and the size of the base is just the right size for an adult of standard size, and the entrance that is exposed after turning around is just right for one person." Fang Yan teased to the VIP voice, "Fat blow, if it's you, I really can't stuff it." ”

"Blame me? If you want to blame it, blame the city lord of the Immortal Seed is not fat enough, otherwise the base of this stone statue can be larger. Boss, hurry up and get down, the dumplings below are already hungry and thirsty. The fat man laughed and scolded.

Fang Yan slowly fell to the ground, extending the eight snake heads of the hydra to the edge of the tunnel, and found that the entrance was too narrow, and only four snake heads could be squeezed in at most, and after entering, they would get stuck in each other's positions, and it was difficult to twist the angle.

So he withdrew the two snake heads, leaving only two to continue to extend down to the limit, hanging at a height of two meters:

"I repeat, don't look into it, timid friends, in case there is something unclean, heart disease will scare you out. Well, the 'death squads' are ready to take the lead! ”

[The lord, the last general Hubei Zhang Daring, applied to fight]

[Lao Chen has watched thousands of horror movies in Japan and the United States, can he fight? ] 】

[The baby doesn't dare to enter, you first] (powder)

[Who will help me buy an insurance, I'll go]

[Turn on the lights, anchor, if you don't turn on the lights, I'll look at a yarn]

……

"Be ready, one, two...... Turn on the lights! ”

Fang Yan turned on the searchlights above the heads of the two snakeheads, and estimated the edge of the dungeon that had illuminated the end of the tunnel.

He stared intently at the barrage feedback on the goggles, in fact, even if he didn't look at the barrage, the Dragon Hunting Ancient Coin could also give feedback on the psychological condition of this "death squad" for the first time, and if the group was violently frightened, he could also feel 10,000 grass and mud horses crashing into his chest.

However, ten seconds passed, and the Dragon Hunting Ancient Coin was still as still as water, and after another five seconds, a wave of disappointment returned:

【Cut!】 Junk Dungeon! 】

[It's so low, not even a zombie, bad review! ] 】

[I'm taking off my pants, so you can show me a bunch of murals]

[This dungeon is not as big as my bathroom]

[You are a little too much to say that the one in the bathroom, this underground palace is 40 square meters]

[The mural can't understand what it wants to express at all]

[I don't even have a picture of the spring palace, bad review]

……

The message from the death squad relieved the rest of the audience, and people switched perspectives and switched to the VR environment of the dungeon, which led to very few gift-givers.

Fang Yan withdrew the snake's head and went deep in person.

This tunnel is about three meters deep, buried very roughly, the loess is stacked on the side of the road at will, there are no stone steps to form the stone road, only the irregular damp dirt road, fortunately, there has been no natural collapse above, otherwise any section is blocked, and it will be a waste of energy to enter the underground palace.

As the viewer said, there are no bright spots here, and the circular walls leave no valuable information except for the chaotic frescoes. However, some areas of these murals are divided by shallow inscriptions, which at first glance look like a four-panel comic system, but if you look closely, the separated drawings have no connection with each other.

Therefore, Fang Yan concluded that these dividing lines had ulterior motives, because ancient murals rarely used dividing lines, and most of them used the wall faults of buildings to naturally separate the sections.

"Yan'er, be careful underground, there should be a lot of buried alive." The Devil Axe Master was not interested in the murals, and his attention was always focused on the top coating of the dungeon and some imperceptible raised areas on the ground.

This underground palace is neither small nor small, and it is impossible not to have a single dead body. The death squads that led the way in the past were at best just stepping on the VR perspective, not to mention the virtual environment, and people were easily deceived by their eyes even if they were there in person.

There are many minefields that cannot be eliminated by eye-sweeping.

"There are seven bodies buried here, I know where they are all lying there, it's fine, it can't hurt me."

Fang Yan replied disapprerovingly, staring at a mural with a distraction.

It was a temple separated by a dividing line, and the lines in the temple were so rough that it was impossible to tell what the temple was.

The leaves were falling in the courtyard, and a woman in plain clothes knelt on the ground reverently, facing the courtyard gate, but the picture was interrupted, and it was unknown who and what was at the courtyard gate.

I could only see a black shadow, half of my body standing proudly in front of the door, looking from the side, it seemed to be carrying a vertical cloth bag, a little shriveled, I don't know what it contains?

Fang Yan always felt that this temple was a little familiar, and he should have seen it on the illustrations of many ancient books, but he just couldn't remember which temple it was.

There was also the shriveled cloth bag, Fang Yan also felt a little familiar, and he didn't know that behind him, there was also a shriveled "cloth bag" attacking.

It was a wizened arm that quietly reached out from behind and silently grabbed Fang Yan's shoulder.

It appeared so suddenly that millions of viewers were suffocated on the spot.

The owner of the arm is even more shriveled than the shriveled cloth bag in the mural, like air-dried meat, and is covered in rotting death.