"Hey, hey. You don't wait for the patient, I'm like this, take care of me. You're going to have to help me in. The fat man beckoned anxiously, most of the two of them would not return to this matching hall after this walk, not to mention that his current situation is not optimistic, and staying alone is probably a dead end.

The festive fat man immediately amused Zhu Beichen, and teased: "Don't, you have the right to choose freely, if we enter different doors, we may meet each other." ”

The fat man was anxious, "No, no, no, I think clearly, it's better to have a sense of security with you, you know, fat people have always been the most insecure." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, in fact, they welcomed the fat man to join in their hearts, as he said, one more person is one more strength. As soon as the fat man is now probably more of a burden than a help.

And what Zhu Beichen thought about was that he couldn't give up on anyone. So the two of them walked up to the fat man with some erratic steps, and helped him to the eighth door.

Only then did I have the opportunity to see this door clearly, the color of the "swastika" symbol on the door was much dimmer compared to the other seven doors, the halo was extremely empty, and it was offset to the left at an angle of about 30 degrees, and the two sides of the door were engraved with obscure gold inscriptions.

Han Qingxin said: "If you understand Jin Wen, it may be much better to make a choice, so that you don't grasp it blindly based on feelings." ”

The fat man said, "You... If you... Understand Jin Wen's words... At least... Here's better than understanding... English works, it's definitely the most valuable... foreign language. ”

Indeed, if you know the language of the year of the tomb in the tomb, it is very useful to understand the number of tricks in the tomb.

However, even in the ancient kingdom of Loulan, it is impossible to use Jinwen as the official language.

Zhu Beichen looked weak and weak, and he still struggled to lift the fat man up: "Life should be like this, if you really understand Jin Wen, maybe it's not a good thing, but it's easier to be confused, think about it, the possibility of the words on the door confusing people is far greater than the guidance." Do you think the words here are like street signs, pointing you in the way forward? ”

The fat man raised his head and looked at Zhu Beichen, and said, "Brother, you have knowledge, then tell me, what is the word on the door for?" ”

Han Qingxin said: "Enough nonsense? Save some saliva, you don't have much to live, and if you continue to starve, you should braid. ”

Wait, when Han Qingxin was about to help the fat man walk into the door, Zhu Beichen waved his hand to stop it, and suddenly looked up at the golden inscriptions engraved on both sides.

He felt that he should actually be able to understand this kind of text, just like the last time he read through the content of the golden text inexplicably when he was under the ground of Wushan, but that feeling was very mysterious, and the meaning of the golden text was temporary, and there was a potential power that made him always remember this part of the content in a trance.

Now, the words on it have that sense of familiarity again, like a flash of inspiration in my mind, and like a meteor sliding down quickly.

"Death's door." Looking at the crooked and slanted ancient words, only one word flashed in his mind throughout the text, indicating that this was the most dangerous of the eight doors.

There is no possibility of survival.

However, why did Han Qingxin use some vague memory to pull himself and the fat man into this door?

The shoulders that carried the weight of the fat man were unusually heavy, and his steps were numb unconsciously, "Do you know what door this door corresponds to among the eight gates?" ”

The fat man felt that something was wrong when he saw the situation, and his heart was extremely depressed, and he said in a low voice with a solemn expression: "Don't tell me, this... It's a door, a dead door. ”

Looking at Han Qingxin's expression, he looked unsurprised, and he was also waiting for Zhu Beichen's answer with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, it's a dead door." Zhu Beichen said.

The fat man smacked weakly, and a pair of dead fish eyes were full of undulating ripples.

Han Qingxin said: "The big man is a little bold, even if he chooses a sword mountain and a sea of fire, he has to go in and break in, and then the eight doors reciprocate and enter the door of the murderer, it may not be auspicious to meet the murderer." ”

The eight doors are endless, and the principle of reincarnation and cycle is understood by anyone with a little common sense. But when it comes to the real choice, everyone from the bottom of their hearts is willing to choose a Jimen. Zhu Beichen couldn't see through what Han Qingxin was thinking, in the eyes of this woman, the first instinct was more important than anything else, and sometimes she was more emotional than rational judgment.

Zhu Beichen said: "Well, what you said makes sense, I can't think of a good reason to refute you, I said I would go with you, and I wouldn't regret it." ”

The two had the same opinion, so they didn't discuss it anymore, and simply walked over with the fat man.

The fat man wailed: "Hey, what are you doing,, can you not pull it up when you send it to death." I'd like to try something else, even if it's any one better than this dead door. ”

Seeing that no one was paying attention, the fat man wanted to forcibly open his eyes, but his strength was insufficient: "You still allow democracy, do you know that this is a dictatorship?" ”

The eighth door was in front of him, and he could enter it by taking a step, and the fat man looked at the door as if hell was beckoning to him, and his legs were actually fainting all the time.

Losing support, the weight on Zhu Beichen and Han Qingxin became a lot heavier, and the fat man's whole body slumped, and a liquid was left along his trouser legs. Suddenly, a smell of urine came from the pavement.

Han Qingxin hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with one hand and glanced at him in disgust.

Zhu Beichen supported him with one hand, held his chin with the other and said to Han Qingxin: "Damn, this dog thing has fainted for me." ”

Han Qingxin said, "Oh, it's okay, hold him away." After that door, if he doesn't work, he will lose him again. ”

The fat man came to his strength again, and suddenly woke up: "You still have no humanity, I'm all unconscious, and you still have to support me as a burden." ”

Han Qingxin sneered: "What's the matter, don't faint?" Do you know the difference between being dizzy and pretending to be dizzy? ”

The legs of the person who really faints are curled, while the legs of the fat man are indeed stiff. Only a dead person with stiff legs would be like this, and she put one hand on the fat man's pulse, and she understood it when she touched it.

"You're a medical student yourself, and you want to fool me?" Han Qingxin said.

Originally, the distance between the door was not far, and the two tacitly cooperated to raise their legs, and a halo flashed in front of them, and the dazzling light bloomed, leaving only an empty side hall after the strong light.

All the people in the hall were empty, and then the eight doors that suddenly appeared silently disappeared as the halo dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

The thousand-year-old tomb has returned to the peace and tranquility it was supposed to have, with only stacks of treasures and piles of gold remaining beneath the layers for endless years.