This time, Ye Yanqiao was not afraid that Fei Mo would not follow him in, and without looking at Fei Mo, he walked in from the bronze tomb door.

"Well, you're waiting for me. Fei Mo knew that Ye Yan Qiao was sure that he had to follow him in because of the threat of fairy incense, so he walked straight into the tomb without caring whether Fei Mo was willing to follow.

Sighing, I couldn't help but think about my sad fate. If the fairy incense really attacks on himself, how can he go out to meet people in the future, and others must not be smoked to death by the smell on his body, thinking of this, Fei Mo couldn't help but scold Ye Yan Qiao in his heart: "Ye Yan Qiao, you are ruthless, and you destroy flowers with hot hands." Realizing that the word spicy hand destroying flowers was not very appropriate, Fei Mo changed his scolding again: "Okay, you are a night goose Qiao snake and scorpion heart, even children don't let go, what kind of left-handed master." After thinking about it, Fei Mo still felt that the femme fatale was not good, after all, it was used to describe women.

Fei Mo scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to show a dissatisfied expression on his face, there are still wild sheep Dao people outside to help Ye Yan Qiao watch, if he makes a small report, Ye Yan Qiao can still give Fei Mo good fruit to eat? Fei Mo is young but not stupid.

"I said do you want to follow, he's already gone. I'm going to talk about it ugly, if that Rausch fairy incense on your body has a seizure, for the sake of our friends, you have to stay away from me. Long Ziyan looked at Fei Mo Mo and urged.

"Isn't this chasing!" Seeing that Long Ziyan said this, Fei Mo didn't dare to hesitate any longer and walked into the bronze tomb door, after all, this fairy incense is too respectful.

This time, Mu Ziyi didn't stop Fei Mo from chasing Ye Yan Qiao, not that Mu Ziyi also disliked Fei Mo who fell for Fairy Xiang. It's just that she thinks that a person with the strength of Yi Ye Yan Qiao disdains to use intrigues and tricks to play with Fei Mo, who is still a child, and besides, in this tomb, Ye Yan Qiao wants to take who she wants to take away, and even who she wants to let die here, she just waves her hand.

Mu Ziyi didn't stop Ye Yanqiao from taking Fei Mo away, in fact, there was one of the most important reasons, even if she didn't want to admit it in her heart, there would be such a possibility. But Mu Ziyi still vaguely felt that judging from the strange behavior of Ye Yanqiao just now, she seemed to know Fei Mo.

Mu Ziyi clearly knew that Fei Mo was just a seven-year-old child, and she also heard that Fei Mo had grown up with Master Zhang Qingyang since he was a child and had not had much contact with the rivers and lakes, and even this trip to Miao Jiang was the first time that Fei Mo had followed Master Zhang Qingyang to do business, which meant that Fei Mo had not had much contact with people on the rivers and lakes before, let alone Ye Yan Qiao, the leader of the Yin Walking Sect who had never seen the head and the tail of the dragon?

However, Mu Ziyi is not only a master of magic, but also a woman, and a thoughtful woman. With her keen senses, she could vaguely guess that there must be some unknown connection between Ye Yan Qiao and Feimo, but Mu Ziyi couldn't figure out what it was. However, Mu Ziyi could feel that Ye Yan Qiao had no ill will towards Fei Mo at all, but was just very interested in him, so Mu Ziyi let Fei Mo chase after Ye Yan Qiao, who had already entered the tomb.

Mu Ziyi watched Fei Mo's figure disappear after entering from the bronze tomb door, and at the same time, watching Fei Mo's figure disappear, there was also Long Ziyan, who seemed to dislike Fei Mo before.

Long Ziyan looked at Fei Mo's disappeared figure worriedly, and whether it was still estranged from Mu Ziyi, he pulled the corner of Mu Ziyi's clothes and asked worriedly: "Aunt Ziyi, Fei Mo will be fine, right?"

Mu Ziyi looked at Long Ziyan with a sad face, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ziyan, he'll be fine, my aunt promises." ”

Seeing Mu Ziyi say this, Long Ziyan gradually let go of his hanging heart. The two people who leaned on Mu Ziyi's side didn't speak anymore, and looked straight at the bronze tomb door in silence, waiting for Fei Mo to come out.

Fei Mo walked through the bronze tomb door and couldn't take his eyes off the tomb after only one glance into the tomb.

Fei Mo didn't expect that there was such a big tomb underground, the size of a black dragon village.

The inside of the tomb is paved with large stone slabs four feet square, and as far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of pottery terracotta warriors standing in the tomb, and ten people are arranged in an orderly manner according to the military formation in ancient times.

Fei Mo was stunned and looked at the murderous terracotta warriors in front of him, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that in this not big tomb, there were ironclad soldiers with a batch of armor and bronze ge, a feather warrior with an arrow bag on his back, a short sword with a short sword in his hand, and even a chariot drawn by four horses, all the soldiers, whether they were chariots or soldiers, although they were terracotta figurines, their faces were lifelike, looking proudly ahead like a living person, like an army of iron-blooded tigers and wolves.

"Mighty?"

"Mighty. Fei Mo replied subconsciously, and then out of the corner of Fei Mo's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow standing next to him.

Fei Mo was first frightened by the sudden appearance of the white shadow, and hurriedly fled to the side to avoid it, but when he turned around, he saw a person wearing a white robe with his back to him.

He said angrily when he was not satisfied: "Why do you walk without a sound, and suddenly stand behind people, I don't know that people are scary and scared to death." However, Fei Mo's voice became smaller and smaller, because he realized that he was still being scented with fairy incense on his body, and he had to bow his head under the low eaves, and he must endure it, Fei Mo warned himself over and over again in his heart.

It turned out that standing behind Fei Mo was Ye Yan Qiao, who came in one step earlier than Fei Mo, and at this time, he was facing Fei Mo with his back and gently brushing the dust off the terracotta warriors with his sleeve. Regarding Fei Mo's complaint, Ye Yanqiao ignored it as if he hadn't heard it.

"I've come in as you say, it's time to give me the antidote!" Fei Mo asked out loud after taking two steps towards Ye Yan Qiao.

"Do you know why they look so much like living people?" Ye Yanqiao did not directly answer Fei Mo's question, but instead asked Fei Mo a question.

Fei Mo couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was in Ye Yanqiao's gourd, so he had to reply stubbornly: "Is it the craftsmanship of the craftsmen?"

Night Goose Qiao slowly pulled out a short sword from the terracotta warrior and stroked it with her slender and beautiful fingers, and suddenly said something that made Fei Mo creepy in an extremely sad tone.

"The reason why they look so much like the living and the great skill of the craftsmen has nothing to do with it, but because they were all real living people, living people of flesh and blood. Ye Yanqiao looked at the terracotta figurines standing in the tomb in front of him and said slowly.

Fei silently heard Ye Yanqiao say that these terracotta warriors in front of him were once real living people, and he was startled at first, and then looked at the nearest terracotta warrior disapprovingly and said: "You said that they were all living people? Don't lie to people, how can a living person be made into a soldier army." ”

"Ahh Although it was just for a moment, Fei Mo still saw it.

"He, his eyes moved, really, I saw it. Fei Mo pointed at the terracotta figurines just now, and said incoherently.

Ye Yan Qiao smiled disappreciatively, and inserted the short sword in his hand back into the scabbard of the terracotta figurine.

"Do you know who ordered the transformation of a living person into such a terracotta figurine?" Ye Yanqiao suddenly turned around, looked at Fei Mo with a straight look in his eyes, and said.

Fei Mo was taken aback by Ye Yan Qiao's sudden question and strange performance, and then glanced at Ye Yan Qiao angrily: "The terracotta figurines here look like they were placed here many years ago, how do I know who ordered the living people to be made into terracotta figurines." In the end, Fei Mo replied pretending to be serious: "Well, it's not me anyway." ”

Ye Yan Qiao took his gaze back, and it took a long time before he spoke again: "It's not just you." ”

Fei Mo muttered in a low voice: "This person is sick and speaks strangely." ”

"Let's go, I'll take you to an old man. After Ye Yan Qiao finished speaking, he walked forward by himself.

"Wait, you haven't given me the antidote. Catching up with the night goose, Qiao Fei asked again: "You said you want to take me to see an old man?

Ye Yan Qiao continued to walk forward and slowly spoke: "Meng Tian." ”