"I'll go with you." Liu Xiaoxiao made up her mind, "There are more people, and the chances of survival are higher." ”

Mu Ziyun shook his head and said: "The fewer people, the better, I plan to go alone, you stay here, if I haven't come out for two hours, you will leave immediately." Huzi said, "I'll send the eldest sister out first, and then come back with you." ”

"Don't, your body is so bad, I can't fly with you if something happens." "It's okay, just take care of yourself, I can't die." Huzi's expression was natural, as if he was going to do something ordinary.

Mu Ziyun resolutely objected again, not that he really felt that Huzi was cumbersome, I don't know how many organs and how many secret passages there were, Mu Ziyun had studied the body method for so many years, just to deal with this situation, in contrast, Huzi bumped into the mechanism, except to be able to face it, there was no other way.

"That's it" Mu Ziyun thought for a while and said: "Don't wait here, Li Mu may be trapped in the fake tomb, you go back to find it, if it drags on for a long time, he may die." As soon as they heard that Li Mu would die, Feng Jing and Huzi's hearts were pulled hard, and Huzi sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go with my eldest sister to find it, two hours, no, meet again here in one hour." “

"Ziyun, life is the most important thing, you can't have an accident." Feng Jing said worriedly.

"It's okay, eldest sister, be careful not to stay in one place for too long, and when you pass the soup pool, cover your head, those that are not poisonous gases but can be perceived by the body as poisons, as long as you are separated, you will be fine." "Okay."

Without any further instructions, Mu Ziyun covered his head with his robe, slowly walked towards the stone crevice, and when he passed by the disciples of Chashan, he smiled at the little red lady and said, "I'm really going, I'm not bragging." The little matchmaker looked at him quietly and did not speak. Mu Ziyun grinned dryly and said no more.

"Ziyun!" When she walked to the crack in the stone, Feng Jing stopped her, with tears in her eyes, "You and Li Mu should be fine." "Well, don't worry, if I do see him, I'll bring him back immediately."

The moment he entered the seam, Huzi snorted. Mu Ziyun turned around, the two looked at each other, and a few words popped out of Huzi's mouth: "Don't die." Mu Ziyun smiled knowingly and disappeared.

This stone crack gave Mu Ziyun the same feeling as when he first entered the Yumen Battle Barracks, the road was very narrow, and the uneven edges and corners of the two handfuls cut his arms out of blood.

The road is very long, and it is always in the gap, and at its narrowest, you have to squeeze it sideways. With the lantern on, the surroundings are even darker. So Mu Ziyun couldn't find that a few feet away from him were hanging a few corpses with dried blood.

"How can there be wind down here?" The wind that appeared inexplicably blew into this narrow stone crevice, Xiao Xiao made an eerie and sharp sound, if he was not afraid of being true or false, Mu Ziyun simply blew out the fire in the lantern and hid himself in the dark.

"Isn't it the end of the day?" In such a gap, it was too uncomfortable to curl up, Mu Ziyun remembered the way, knowing that he was not going around in circles.

After walking for another half a mile, Mu Ziyun saw the first corpse, the corpse was sitting on the ground, the body that had never stiffened could judge that the time of death was not long, the blood flowed into a stream, Mu Ziyun took out a fire fold and lit it, came to him, stretched out his hand to lift his robe, and prayed in his heart that it was not Li Mu.

After opening it, I breathed a sigh of relief, this is a woman, with a mediocre appearance, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, no gouache and rouge on her face, no jewelry on her head, and an opening from her chest to her navel. Mu Ziyun touched into her arms and took out a few things, a fire fold, a handkerchief, a handkerchief with a few flowers and leaves, a comb, and a dagger with a silver sheath, and nothing else.

These things can't be used to judge the identity, Mu Ziyun can't help but feel a pity. He put things back in place, covered his robes again, got up, put out the fire, and walked inside.

After a few narrow passages, he came across a second corpse. is still a woman, there is no robe, the difference is that this woman already has a rotten appearance, and her appearance is not clear, Mu Ziyun didn't want to touch it, and quickly stepped over.

The third corpse, a little miserable, was a man who was cut in half, looking at the bloodstains that had been dead for a long time, and picked up the thing beside him, it was a jade pendant, the size of a peach pit, carved with a monkey, and picked up a piece of animal skin covered with ash, I thought it was worthless, but after opening it, Mu Ziyun was shocked.

There was a map of the cemetery on it, but it was only marked in the stone crevice, and there was no more. But the previous real and fake cemeteries were marked in such detail that it was almost impossible to achieve. The direction of each path, the order in which the skeletons moved, and most importantly, the information of the four beasts behind the soup pond was recorded, and the hunting bow was also recorded on it.

It has been less than two days since the discovery of the Tennu cemetery, and who can make such a map? Huh? No, Mu Ziyun suddenly thought, looking at the appearance of this corpse, it doesn't look like it has been dead for two days, could it be that someone has come in before, and this map has also been made before?

Isn't it true that the fewer people who know this kind of news, the better, even if there are more treasures, they can always be moved in a few years or more than ten years, so that they will not be shared with others, and who is the news.

Da Da, Da Da, there was a sound of stones rolling in the dark in front of him, listening to the distance should be five or six zhang away, Mu Ziyun put away the animal skin, ran over, and found that there was a guy in a robe who slowly climbed forward, lit the fire, and found that the yellow robe was covered with blood, and dragged more than a dozen steps away, Xu was frightened by the firelight, the man turned back in shock, his lips were white, and his eyes were swollen.

Seeing that it didn't matter, Mu Ziyun shuddered, he didn't know this person, and his identity was not low. "You, aren't you Ye Bingzhi of the Fallen Leaf Sect?" If you look closely, it is really Elder Ye Bingzhi who came forward on behalf of the head of the Fallen Leaf Sect during the Lianzhuang War.

Ye Bingzhi's chin was cut off, all ten fingers were cut off, and there were several eye-catching cracks on his body.

Mu Ziyun retreated, thinking that he was going to do something, but Ye Bingzhi's eyes became blood-red, and there was a rumbling sound in his throat, and Mu Ziyun found that he had a blood scar on his throat, and it seemed that he couldn't speak.

Ye Bingzhi's expression became more and more urgent, but his breathing continued to weaken, Mu Ziyun realized that something was wrong, and said tentatively: "Elder Ye, do you have something to say?" Ye Bingzhi nodded frantically, his fingers were stained with the blood on his chin, and he scratched on the ground.

"You, I, long, inside....", writing the inner word, Ye Bingzhi kept moving and stopped breathing. The fifth word was only written once, Mu Ziyun shook Ye Bingzhi, made sure that he was dead, remembered the word and wiped the handwriting with his foot. He extinguished the fire and took a gentle step inside.