In the blink of an eye, the carving on the slate aroused Wu Shu's interest, and he found a drawing under the slate and carved it with a chisel on the slate according to the pattern above.

In less than half a day's work, the carving on the bluestone slab was easily completed by him, and after rubbing with soil, the pattern on the bluestone was clearer.

Wu Shu slowly moved the bluestone slab away, and saw that there was a vacant place next to the wall, which should be reserved for this bluestone slab, so he installed the slate.

After he had finished installing the stone slabs, there was a faint pattern on the wall, which did not look very clear, but after illuminating it with the pine oil stick in his hand, he could clearly see the pattern on the wall.

A dragon that dominates the world, entwined with undulating clouds, radiates a parallel light from its mouth, and at one end of the light is the dragon ball that can be called a holy relic.

Wu Shu was instantly dumbfounded, the stone slab he had just installed was the last piece of the entire wall carving, and it should be the eye of this giant dragon, which could be called the finishing touch.

Could it be that this was a deliberate arrangement by God, or a flaw specially left by the designers of the tomb? He fell into deep thought, and suddenly remembered what Ah Cai had mentioned earlier, the owner of this tomb was Le Yi during the Warring States Period, this person was not the king of a country, if such a dragon was designed in his cemetery, wouldn't it be a crime.

No matter how invincible his record was, no matter how much he contributed to the country at that time, if he committed it, it would be a crime worth a thousand merits, and he would never recover.

Thinking of this, Wu Shu really thought about it and understood that this bluestone slab must have not been completed for such reasons.

But what about the craftsmen who carved this stone slab? There is only one answer, to accompany the designer of the tomb and bury this general with great achievements, and it can be regarded as a good death.

Even if these craftsmen are dead, where are their corpses, look at the surrounding environment, the tools are messy, and the ground is full of debris, it should have been forcibly stopped without any preparation.

Wu Shu let out a sigh of relief, and said secretly: It seems that he has done a disservice, and invisibly caused the owner of the tomb here to be charged with the crime he committed hundreds of years after his death.

He couldn't help but shake his head, his heart was unhappy, he accepted the two tools he had used, and was about to get up, when suddenly he felt that the eyes of the dragon on the wall seemed to be staring at him tightly, no matter how he dodged, that gaze was always on him.

He gasped: "No, he just did a small favor, so he wouldn't stare at him like this." ”

After whispering, the dragon's expression became extremely ferocious, and it no longer had the arrogance and freedom it had at the beginning.

Wu Shu felt quite bad at this time, he turned his body, but what he saw was another scene, there was also a wall of passage behind him, but I don't know when, that wall moved back no less than ten meters.

On that wall, dozens of humanoid reliefs appeared, each holding a spear in their hands, and they were neatly arranged, as if they were going to rush out at any time and anywhere to compete with Wu Shu.

In the blink of an eye, something seemed to be moving in the dirt under Wu Shu's feet, and it didn't take long for thousands of black beetles to crawl out of the dirt.

Wu Shu's eyes were fixed on the large number of black beetles crawling out of the ground, each insect was no more than the size of a thumb cover, and after they crawled out, they did not attack Wu Shu or anything like that, except that some of the insects needed to pass by his feet.

When tens of thousands of black beetles came out, they headed straight for the wall where the humanoid reliefs were made, and then they drilled into the gaps between the reliefs.

In the blink of an eye, a huge insect migration ended briefly and quickly.

Wu Shu was dumbfounded, he didn't know where these bugs came from, and he didn't know what their ultimate purpose was, he just felt that something was not quite right.

Just as he thought of this, he suddenly felt as if the humanoid reliefs were alive, slowly walking down from the wall, neatly arranged on both sides of the wall, as if to welcome something.

Gradually, a door seemed to appear on the wall opposite him, and the door slowly opened, and a dark black gas slowly came out, and a strange stench wafted out of the door.

Wu Shu was dumbfounded, and he noticed that there was a huge thing behind the door that was slowly moving, and it seemed to be coming in his direction.

He immediately got up, pulled out a brand new wood knife from his waist, and was always ready to deal with those sudden events.

From the door that opened from the wall opposite him, a bright fire suddenly lit up, and at this moment Wu Shu could see clearly, and under the fire was a huge sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus was moving slowly against the ground, and when Wu Shu saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked, he didn't believe that the sarcophagus would move on its own, if it wasn't for some mechanism design, it would be impossible for such a heavy coffin to move.

He was waiting, waiting for what mechanism would appear in front of him when all the coffins appeared.

The coffin moved step by step, and the humanoid reliefs on the left and right sides of the sarcophagus were still motionless, and the dull and dead eyes stared directly at the trajectory of the sarcophagus.

When the sarcophagus came out of the stone door completely, to Wu Shu's surprise, there was no impetus behind the sarcophagus, and there was no auxiliary thing around the sarcophagus to push and pull the sarcophagus.

"Oh my God, what kind of mechanism is this, such a large and heavy sarcophagus that can move on its own, what kind of design is this. ”

The appearance of this sarcophagus also aroused the curiosity of Wu Shu. He couldn't help but get up and slowly approached the sarcophagus, and when he got closer, he clearly found that under the huge sarcophagus, there were actually thousands of black beetles, each of which worked very hard, holding the sarcophagus towards the dragon wall.

"These bugs?" Wu Shu asked himself, scratching his head, he had never heard of such a thing happening in a cemetery.

They were just bugs, not big animals, that would drag such a sarcophagus to a dragon wall?

Besides, what was the purpose of this sarcophagus dragging to the dragon wall? Wu Shu couldn't help but have another huge question in his heart, thinking like this, he suddenly felt that his guess seemed a little redundant, because neither the insects in front of him nor the neatly arranged reliefs had any intention of doing anything to him.

This gives Wu Shu enough time to appreciate this spectacle from hundreds of years ago, or a way of designing a tomb.

He watched the sarcophagus approach the dragon wall step by step, and when the sarcophagus was almost attached to the wall, suddenly there was a loud noise, and the sarcophagus fell, and the tens of thousands of beetles were crushed to death in an instant.

"Boom!" the lid of the sarcophagus flew up on its own, landed aside, and smashed a huge pit into the ground, making the entire passage dusty.

Wu Shu fanned the dust in front of him and said to himself, "It's so violent, you don't need to open a coffin lid." ”

But the scene after the coffin lid was opened made Wu Shu instantly frightened, from the huge sarcophagus, slowly stood up a corpse, he did not have any clothes, just a short shirt made of a few huge natural leaves, a lotus leaf skirt around his waist, and a huge copper ring diagonally across his chest.

"Damn, Nezha?" the first thing Wu Shu remembered was that he himself seemed to have encountered a myth.

But after the corpse turned around, Wu Shu vetoed his own idea, this person was not Nezha, but a corpse with a face full of sores, and he did not have two buns on his head, and his body was half a head taller than himself.

The corpse stood in front of the dragon for a few moments, then slowly stepped out of the sarcophagus, waved his hand behind him, and the humanoid reliefs walked up to the sarcophagus.

At this moment, Wu Shu felt that there was some strange aura in the entire passage space, and a rich fragrance mixed with the strange stench of the corpse, making people feel a very uncomfortable and contradictory feeling.

When he looked at the corpse again, he raised his hands high, took off the diamond ring from his chest, jumped over, and disappeared into the stone wall, while the remaining humanoid reliefs picked up the coffin lid on the ground, covered the coffin, and carried the coffin into the dragon's wall step by step.

Silence suddenly returned to the scene, and Wu Shu blinked his eyes and stared at the dragon's wall, as if nothing had happened.

There was a sound of the stone door rubbing the ground behind him, and when he looked back, the stone door just now closed automatically, and the position of the humanoid relief on the wall turned into towering giant trees.

Wu Shu looked back at the wall of the giant dragon, and suddenly found that the corpse dressed as a wild man just now appeared in the carving, and he held the vajra ring high with one hand, riding on top of the dragon's head, and was about to smash into the dragon.

And the dragon ball at the beginning was also contained in the coffin carried by those humanoid reliefs, and the humanoid reliefs stood at the feet of the dragon, looking up at the corpse's every move.

Although the picture on the wall changed silently, the change was so great that it really made Wu Shu exclaim in his heart: what a powerful design, what an awesome mechanism.

He couldn't even control his desire to study the mechanism, and he immediately rushed to the front of the dragon statue, and when he saw the dragon's eyes, it seemed to plead with him again.

Facing this wall in front of him, he longed to cut it out and bring out the ancient tomb, which was simply a fabulous carving.

At this time, there was a loud noise behind Wu Shu, and when he looked back, the wall just now returned to its original position, and the entire passage returned to normal, except that the dragon wall was different.

Wu Shu couldn't help but shake his head: "What a good wall carving, it's a pity, it's a pity, but it can only stay in this ancient tomb." ”