The road to the secluded capital was quieter than he had imagined.

Rotting wood, rusty armor, skulls discarded like garbage, and rattling rats...... Standing in front of the gate of the secluded capital at this moment, looking up at this solemn stone gate, he recalled that along the way, he had spent several hours trekking through mountains and rivers and sweating profusely, and finally just to see it, but the other ninety-nine percent of the people in this world were not even blessed with this glance.

Fan Yi opened a four-inch-long and two-inch-wide notebook, and carefully pulled out a photograph of a dilapidated stone slab, on which some ravines could barely be seen, for ordinary people, this was just a dilapidated stone slab, with some stripes similar to cracks in the earth, but he could see Ni Duan from it, and a wisp of beard, smiling at the stone gate in front of him.

"Dad, do you want to open it?" A man in his thirties approached him, holding a pickaxe, and he was followed by five men, three strong and two thin, each armed with a pistol and carrying a delicately made pickaxe and a hammer.

"Old man, if you say it, we'll open it." One of the strong men walked up to Fan Mastiff and stepped in to that station.

Fan Qi shook his head.

"This is the hidden capital, not the temple we opened before, nor the tomb we used to go to, there must be a room inside, and there must be a strange lock for elves outside." Fan Qi walked up to the stone gate and looked up at the stone gate. The two tall stone doors are carved with a scale entwined with vines, the right scale of the scale drags an hourglass carved with fine stripes, and the left scale carries a cup full of wine, the left and right ends are flush, and they are separated from the left and right sides of the stone door.

"There must be some kind of mechanism on this door." The man in his thirties put down his pickaxe, walked to the stone door, and reached out to touch the carving on it.

"Stop." Fan Yi raised the decibels, and the five people around him looked at him in confusion. The old man stroked his beard and pulled his hand away. "Mastiff, this is not a tomb, the mechanism on it is not on a bumpy carving."

"Dad, what does that mean?" This man in his thirties is the eldest son of Fan Qi, who has a total of four sons, and Fan Mastiff is the third. The eldest died early, was dragged to the bottom of the lake by the mechanism in the tomb and drowned, the second started an antique business in the capital, and made a lot of money for a few years of good luck, and when he was forty-two years old, he had an awkward quarrel with his father, and ran away from home in a fit of anger, and there was no news again. The third Fan Mastiff is calm and careful, he is Fan Yi's treasure in the palm of his hand, and he is also his most outstanding apprentice.

"There are spirits on this stone door to protect it, you look at this moonlight, such a deep hole can be entered, and it is in the center of the scale, and there are layers of incantations around it, all of which have been carefully carved, and a few pieces are cultural relics when you take them out. According to the experience passed down from our ancestors, such a structure is definitely not something that can be opened with a physical mechanism. ”

"How do you open that? You can't boil it with a bottle of sulfuric acid! A strong man next to him snorted impatiently. His name is Dazhi, a native of the Northeast, who always talks nonsense, and it is difficult to hear respect verbally, and others think that they are not satisfied with the old man's experience. Dazhi was downtrodden to the north, begging on the street in broken shoes, Fan Yi took him home and gave him a stable job, and later he found that Dazhi had a unique courage to be a horseman, and he was a piece of material for the tomb, so he gave him professional knowledge and let him follow in his footsteps, this walk, ten years have passed.

"After following me for so long, you still can't change the bad habit of talking nonsense, you won't use your brain?" The old man turned his head and glared at Dazhi, who was as silent as if he had met a wolf and tiger.

"Dad, how do you open it?" Fan Mastiff asked after Dazhi's words.

"Puzzle solving." The old man smiled slightly. "Legend has it that the ghost is the land of death, and all the gods and goddesses in the mythological books have been involved in hell, and it is difficult to distinguish who is true and who is fake, but looking at the carvings on it, it seems to be a balance, the hourglass on one side represents time, and the cup on the other side represents barrier. According to the experience left by the ancestors, the balance should represent all things. ”

"But what about the spell next to it?" Fan Mastiff stood under the small incantation, the light here was too dim, he couldn't see what was written on it, in fact, he knew in his heart that even if there was an incandescent lamp, he was still like a blind man, he had no culture in this area, and seeing and not seeing was a result.

"I don't understand it yet, but I guess it's an introduction to carvings." The old man shook his head, then walked over to Fan Mastiff, and carefully examined the things on the stone door with his two eyes.

When the old man was thinking about the problem, others did not dare to say anything. In addition to Dazhi, the other two strong men are named Tusun and Daokuo, and the two thin men are named Quanzhi and Wang Qing, the four of them have followed the old man up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire for five years, and they are familiar with the old man's quirks, that is, when he thinks about the problem, others can't make a sound, otherwise he will feel good when he goes out. But when the old man was thinking deeply, everyone was inevitably a little bored, and Fan Mastiff, who was the most dishonest, began to make small moves in private. He looked around the stone gate, most of them were strange small statues, but there were too many statues to dazzle.

Fan Mastiff looked at it for a while, and finally set his eyes on a statue of a strange fish. The statue was only half the size of a palm, with a round head and a round head, holding a head-high battle axe, with nail-covered armor on its back, its eyes small, almost two dots lit with a toothpick, and its mouth was so large that it took up half of its face. Fan Mastiff looked closer, and found that the palm of the strange fish was not a fin, its organ holding the tomahawk looked like a meat wing, and if you looked closely, there were two forks at the end of the meat wing, and the separated flesh whiskers held the tomahawk tightly, like a palm with only three fingers.

Seeing this, Fan Mastiff glanced up at Fan Qi, the old man was still studying the spell on the stone gate, so he continued to study this strange fish. He rolled his eyes and saw that there was also a strange fish behind it, with its back to it. From the back, the strange fish was much more slender than the one with the axe, with a pointed head and a pointed tail, a smooth armor on its back, and two cylinders on its back that were close to the thickness of the body, and the patterns on the cylinders were finely carved, much like the aristocratic cannons used in ancient wars. It also has whiskers that resemble three fingers, except that it holds a scythe as tall as it. This caused Fan Mastiff to be curious, he wanted to see the face of the strange fish, so he stretched out his hand to pick up the statue, but found that its base and the stone platform below were one, but the feeling told him that the fish was not firmly fixed here, and he could feel its trembling while not holding it. Fan Mastiff didn't think much about it, twisted this strange fish, and turned the two strange fish into one, and turned this strange fish with a bloody mouth and a mouth full of fangs in front of him.

"Huh?" Without waiting for Fan Mastiff to take a closer look at this strange fish, he only heard a soft cry from Fan Qi's side, and he turned his head to see that the door was open.

"What the hell are you kid doing?" The old man's eyes were sharp, and he saw Ni Duan at a glance, he turned around and walked quickly to Fan Mastiff's side, pushed him away, and squatted down when he saw the strange fish.

"Daddy, as soon as this thing turns, the stone door opens......"

"Can't I see it myself? You kid usually talks about the way, and you can't control your hands at a critical moment, and we will have to kill you sooner or later! The old man roared and choked back the words behind Fan Mastiff, Fan Mastiff looked up at the other five people, they all looked at him with helplessness and surprise, the old man usually rarely gets angry, when he is angry, he just sulks by himself, Dazhi and the old man stay the longest, he knows that the last time the old man was angry and roared, it was seven years ago, when his pickaxe was not light or heavy, and he almost chiseled the cultural relics, which made the old man full of anger.

The old man stretched out his hand to touch the strange fish, but suddenly he turned his head sharply, and a gust of wind blew behind him, followed by continuous footsteps, which sounded like just one person.

Hearing a sound, the five people immediately took out the gun on their waists, Fan Mastiff also took out a waist knife, and several people looked directly at the wide open stone door, but it was pitch black inside, and they couldn't see anything clearly, but they vaguely heard the sound of heavy breathing inside.

"Fire Fold." The old man whispered to Dazhi. Dazhi took out two and lit them and threw them into the stone gate, the faint light of the fire fluttered in the stone gate for a while and then quickly extinguished, and they found nothing.

"Throw it again!" The old man ordered, and Tusun took out five fire folds and threw them into them. This time the fire was obviously a lot fiercer, and when they threw it in, they only saw a face flashing, and then, when the fire folds fell to the ground one after another, the surrounding area immediately burst into flames, and this flame erupted out of the stone door like a flamethrower, and Fan Yi quickly pulled Fan Mastiff to the ground.

"Get down!" The old man let out a hoarse roar, but it was too late, Dazhi and Tusun who were standing at the front didn't have time to dodge, and they were swallowed by the flames in an instant, and Wang Qing, Daokuo and Quanzhi behind him also had a lot of burn marks on their bodies.

"Great ambition!" The old man wanted to reach out and pull Dazhi's body back, but Fan Mastiff grabbed his hand.

"Dad, no! It's too late! ”

Suddenly, there was a rush of heat in front of him, followed by a giggle. Fan Mastiff felt that there was a crisp sound, it was Dao Kuo loading the gun, experience told him that as long as the ammunition was loaded, it would be fine, so he followed Dao Kuo's eyes and saw a person standing in the flames in the stone gate, and rushed towards this side at a very fast speed.

Without saying a word, Dao Kuo shot a shuttle bullet, and the man trembled for a while and fell to the ground, he fell to Dao Kuo's side, still in flames behind him. Dao Kuo felt that something was wrong, and quickly flipped it over with his hand, and a face that had been burned beyond recognition appeared in front of him, which frightened Fan Mastiff and gasped. Identifying by the clothes he left behind, it was Tusun.

The flames in front of him also illuminated the contents of the corridor, which was a long corridor made of statues, and at the end of the corridor was a stone dagger, and the flames gradually extinguished, and the scenery inside slowly fell into darkness.

"Are you still leaving?" Fan Mastiff was so frightened by Tusun's appearance that he had never seen such a terrible death, although he had lived for more than 30 years.

"Let's go! I'd like to see what the result of that comes from that. Fan Yi took the lead in stepping into the stone gate, bypassing the remaining flames, passing through the statues, they came to the dagger, several people stared at the dagger without saying a word, it was an ordinary stone dagger, carved with some patterns, but the carving was very exquisite, it was inevitable to disappoint, because the longer the dynasty, the more difficult it was to complete such a craft, which shows that the age of this thing is not very old, but look at the surrounding statues, it seems to be another world, It feels like someone deliberately placed this cheap dagger in the center to attract attention.

"Wait! Not good! The old man stared at the dagger and seemed to think of something, he turned around sharply, the stone gate behind him already had a sign of closing, Dao Kuo ran over with an arrow, he wanted to hold the stone gate and delay for everyone for a few seconds, but at the same time as his hands touched the stone gate, the speed of the stone gate closing suddenly accelerated, with a scream, Dao Kuo squeezed his body alive, splashing out that stream of blood until Fan Yi's feet, but he did not feel sad because of Dao Kuo's death, and greater fear invaded his whole body, Because he saw something standing behind Fan Mastiff, and that person was none other than Tusun, who had been half-burned.