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Zang Ge's face turned dark, "Blind eyes, it is never possible to find the result in the clouds, the refraction of light can already charm our eyes, and if this continues, we can only sink deeper and deeper." ”

The explanation that seems to understand but not understands makes people seem to understand but not understand, but Shaoqing and a few people have no intention of going down at all, which inevitably makes Zang Ge anxious, "I'm a professional tomb robber, you don't even believe me?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white pants that he had been carrying for half the night finally couldn't stand it, and as soon as his body shook, Zang Ge followed and went down, so panicked that the two apprentices hurriedly jumped down.

The fate of passing by, no one wants it in this place, how can I feel uncomfortable looking at the faces of dead people, not to mention that I can't speak or breathe, even Shaoqing Yanwa, who has practiced closed qigong, feels stuffy in my chest, not to mention the three guys around me.

The three of Zang Ge, who were wrapped in seven or eight layers of magic covers, obviously walked very hard, sweat beads slipped down their faces, and they were volatilized in an instant, which showed how high the temperature inside the magic cover was, and they could only keep pouring water into their mouths.

After walking for a while, it was already the second half of the night, the dead bodies walking on the street gradually decreased, and the dead trees gradually increased, it seemed that they had reached the outskirts of the village, and Dye Cang couldn't help but be happy, "Come out!"

Shaoqing looked at the smoke that still did not recede around him, and did not let go of the tense string in his heart, and at this time, he found that the dead corpses that were still walking back and forth began to walk in one direction, and Shaoqing, who knew that something was wrong, beckoned everyone to follow.

There were no lights on the outskirts of the village, and the corpses in the formation had a small shabby dim lamp in their hands, and looked farther away from the village.

"What are they going to do?" said Dye Pao's brow, almost twisted into a pimple.

Shaoqing kicked him and signaled not to speak, looking at the few dead corpses that turned their heads and sniffed here, they bit their steel teeth, and Dye Cang naturally didn't dare to open his mouth again.

Following the corpse procession to the dead woods far away from the village, the twisting trunks of the trees showed an eerie smell, and the red-eyed blackbirds perched on the branches looked at the flocks of dead corpses below without making a sound, like hackers watching them, but they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of black mud, which seemed to have been formed by the decay of dead leaves that had been deposited for many years, and when you stepped on it, you would sink into half a foot, and the corpses would be a mess after they passed.

Shaoqing, who was about to take off in the air, was glanced at by the blackbird on the branch, and was immediately pulled down by Yanwa, signaling not to be unrestrained, and could only step on the mud under his feet and follow forward, even he didn't know why he did it.

Following the corpses all the way to the depths of the forest, there was a gloomy atmosphere around them, and they thought they were going to destroy themselves collectively, but in the end they came to a mass grave.

The already eerie atmosphere suddenly became stiff, and a group of dead corpses ran to a mass grave, what is the concept, could it be that this is their grave, and they have made incense to themselves?

The blackbird on the branch "croaked" a few times, fluttered its wings and flew away, but as if it had given a will, the group of dead bodies standing in front of the mass grave began to look at the grave circle in an orderly manner, as if it was pre-assigned, a person and a grave, kneeling there to buckle their heads, and making the action of placing things and lighting incense, but there was obviously nothing in their hands.

"You've got it right!" said Dye Cang.

Shaoqing ignored him, hid behind the tree and looked at the brightly lit mass grave and frowned, he couldn't think of which play those dead corpses were singing, at this time Zang Ge, who was encircled in the magic cover, gestured at them, but no one could understand his sign language, and finally Shaoqing could only get into the magic cover, the extremely high temperature made him feel hot all over his body, and looked at the three people around him wondering how they survived.

"They died suddenly, and I'm afraid they didn't realize they were dead until now!" said Zang Ge as he looked at the seeping scene outside.

Shaoqing was puzzled, "Since they really died more than a hundred years ago, who built a tomb for them here, and since they didn't know that they were dead, why did they come here to burn incense?"

Zang Ge touched the stubble on his chin, "Who told you they died a hundred years ago?"

Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it because the ancient temple fell here that they became extinct?"

Zang Ge glared at him, "This is the burial tomb, and the place where they live is also a funeral village, and it was martyred for this mausoleum thousands of years ago!"

Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, "But my senior brother said that this is not the realm of the ancient tomb." ”

Zang Ge snorted, full of arrogance and disdain, "I can't deny how many years he has been doing this kind of thing, but when it comes to qualifications and knowledge, it may not be worth three points for me." ”

was despised by Shaoqing, didn't care, and continued: "He said that this is not an ancient tomb, then the village just now, the dead corpses encountered before and how to explain it now, we are clearly underground now, have you heard your father say that the Diloge people are underground people?"

Shaoqing shook his head, "My dad didn't say anything to me when he came, he doesn't seem to know much about this place." ”

Zang Ge snorted coldly, "He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he can let you run to my husband, beg for nothing?"

Shaoqing said: "That's me going by myself, my father doesn't know you at all, besides, Di Luo Ge itself is not such a grand clan, if you say that you have to kill so many people for a mausoleum, you can't say it?"

Zang Ge doesn't care about this, "I don't care, anyway, this is the ancient tomb, they are the martyrs!"

Shaoqing scratched his head, "Saying so much, what do you want to express?"

Zang Ge was stunned for a moment, and finally said, "Whose tomb is here?" ”

Shaoqing straightened his waist and looked at him silently, Zang Ge tilted his head, "Your father has done so much preparation for you, won't he even tell you this?"

Shaoqing shook his head, and then said, "Don't you know everything about this place, why, come and ask me now?"

Zang Ge frowned, "I told you a long time ago that this place is not within our exploration range, how can I know whose tomb this is?"

Shaoqing snorted, "You can't be afraid of the master here, as far as I know, this is very particular for you people." ”

Zang Ge shook his head, obviously impatient, "Fearful, I'm just afraid that it will not be good for you." ”

Shaoqing said: "What's wrong with me?"

Zang Ge was very anxious about his IQ, "The ancient temple was blocked here, according to the discussion of the four people before, your father came here sixty years ago, isn't that python demon his predicament here, but for some reason he couldn't take away the artifact in the end, so sixty years later, you will follow in his footsteps, or he planned it, but in the end you still don't know who is buried here, which is not good for you? What do you say is not good for you?"

Shaoqing rubbed his eyes, "You mean to say that my dad has been calculating me?"

Zang Ge, "......"