Ma Sihai was silent, kneeling on the ground motionless, his head facing the stone tablet in front of him. Lu Haotian approached, but he didn't dare to touch him first, and looked around his body to look at Ma Sihai's face. Fortunately, Ma Sihai's face is the same as before, and his chest fluctuates up and down normally, so he shouldn't be dead. But Ma Sihai's eyes were round, and he kept staring at the stone tablet in front of him, and the whole person was still.

Lu Haotian was curious, and looked at it from the angle of Ma Sihai's eyes. "Hey, it's fun, girl, come and take a look, the painting on this stele will move!"

Ma Ya also followed Lu Haotian to squat down and stare at the strange stone stele, and at first she didn't see anything unusual about the colorful paintings on the stele. The picture above is a group of five or six horses with guns on their backs galloping in the forest of the Xing'an Mountains.

The horse team was led by a man and a woman, the man was dressed in a suit of chain mail and riding boots, with neat short hair, a burly figure and sharp eyes. Riding a white horse beside him was a delicate-looking woman, dressed in a set of red satin cheongsam, revealing a seductive and delicate curve, combing her long black hair and moving with the wind, looking like a man's daughter-in-law.

The man and woman were followed by four fast horses, one of whom looked very similar to his grandfather Ma Sihai, but it was Ma Sihai when he was young.

Seeing this, Ma Ya smiled, grandpa was really suave when he was young.

He said to himself, "It's Master Zu and the Seventh Girl!"

If Ma Ya guessed correctly, the leader of the bandits in front of him was Wu Gongyao, the hero of the troubled times, and the white horse was his woman Mo Xiaoqi, nicknamed "Seven Girls".

She was fascinated by it, and gradually a white mist appeared in her eyes, and then the vegetable paintings in her eyes became erratic. In the painting, the hooves of several horses began to move in unison, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard in my ears...... The picture really moved.

Ma Ya's pupils dilated little by little, and the whole person shivered inadvertently, and then the nerves also withered, and her head was groggy.

At that moment, she seemed to hear the hearty laughter of the young grandfather galloping on horseback, as if she heard Wu Gongyao, the hero of the troubled times, commanding the heroes, as if she heard the guns and cannons in the forest of the Xing'an Mountains, and as if she heard the miserable roar of the Japanese wolf Bèi......

Puff ...... Puff ...... After Lu Haotian and Ma Ya's bodies lost their self-consciousness, they involuntarily knelt in front of the stone tablet with their knees, and posed with Ma Sihai, staring at the seemingly calm color paintings on the stone tablet with wooden eyes......

The silence in the old Jingou mine was deep and quiet, and Wushuang was groping alone in the dark, and the flashlight in his hand was dead.

Click...... Click...... Click...... The sound of his footsteps echoed ghostly.

Click...... Click...... Click...... There was also a series of footsteps behind him, and the rhythm was exactly the same as his.

He stopped, and the footsteps behind him also stopped.

"Someone seems to be following us. He touched the human-looking white fur and yellow skin that sat on his shoulder and said.

He was completely in darkness, unable to discern what was behind it. But it was certain that it wasn't an echo of his own footsteps, although the guy was well disguised. Born in a family of thieves, he is not surprised and thoughtful. Dong Ye rarely takes his grandson out, but as long as he is idle from childhood to adulthood, he will pass on the ancient secret art of rivers and lakes to his grandson, although he has not used it, but he is also handy.

The glittering dagger slipped silently from his cuff and he squinted his eyes as he leaned against the stone wall and listened with his ears. There was a deathly silence in the dark cavern, and even the hair falling to the ground was clearly recognizable, and there was nothing but his and the yellow skin's heartbeat.

Could it be that I was wrong with what I just felt? No way, although I didn't see the guy behind me with the naked eye, but the feeling was like walking alone in a narrow alley, with a pair of cold eyes staring at you behind you, and it would always make you feel the hairs on your back stand on end.

It's weird, why did the footsteps behind him disappear again? Did he move only when he moved?

There was a faint green light in Huangpizi's eyes, and he stared at the darkness behind Wushuang, and it seemed to sense something. It jumped to the ground, pouted on tiptoe, and spat out a foul breath from its mouth, choking Wushuang covering its nose to dodge.

"It's not polite to say hello before farting next time!"

The yellow skin walked forward with Wushuang's trouser legs in his mouth, and within a hundred or so he didn't notice that there was another fork in the road ahead, and he took Wushuang to hide in the darkness of another fork in the road and didn't move. After calming down, Wushuang carefully identified here, and the string of footsteps behind him sounded again. And this time the string of footsteps did not stop with his stopping, and the footsteps followed the stench that came out of the yellow skin's mouth.

Wushuang held his breath and clenched the dagger, his palms already soaked in cold sweat. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, so close that as long as Wushuang rushed out at this moment, he could even stab him in the throat with a single sword. But he didn't move, still clinging to the stone wall, feeling the guy pass by with an icy breath.

Is it Lu Haotian? If it's him, what about Ma Ya? He can't leave Ma Ya, and don't look at his tall man, but he knows his good brother too well. This kid is babbling, but he doesn't have the guts, and he definitely doesn't dare to look for him alone.

The man's footsteps were quiet, and if it weren't for the fact that he was not even in this empty cavern, it was as if he were gently rubbing the ground with the soles of his feet with every step he took, and his weight was as light as a piece of paper, and in a flash he walked past the fork in the road where Musou was hiding.

Wushuang flashed out and said calmly: "Friend, you'd better not move, the gun in my hand is easy to misfire!"

Who knew that the one in front of him was like not hearing the threat of Wushuang, and still maintained his inherent rhythm and walked forward. Wushuang didn't dare to move lightly before he saw the other party's face clearly, and he followed from behind, wanting to see what was going on.

The further he went, the worse the air circulation became, and Wushuang only felt that his chest was gradually getting stuffy, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. But the wind under the feet of the guy in front of him was not affected at all, and he had already left Wushuang far behind. The yellow skin is small, and he needs less oxygen, so he is not affected too much, and he is thrown down and chased deep in the cave.

In a few moments, the squeaky of the yellow skin could be heard in the darkness at the end of the mine. Wushuang rushed over and bit the battery in the flashlight with his teeth, and then it barely lit up. It was already the end of the mine, which was completely buried by rubble of various sizes.

According to Dong Ye's memories before his death, this should have been the entrance to the ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty. After Wu Gongyao left, he blew up the hole with a detonator, and no one has set foot in it so far.

But where did the guy who had been following him go just now? Wushuang was sure that the mine was straight, and he had been following him, so how could he say that it was gone?