Just as he was drowsy and gradually losing consciousness from suffocation, a golden light suddenly shot out from the rubble rubble under his feet, followed by a slightly rancid damp smell.

He shook his head, greedily breathed in the turbid air, sat up from the ground, and touched the little head of the white-haired yellow skin as if encouragingly. Although this little guy has Taoism, he is only so big after all, and if he wants to open the hole, he can only pick those small gravel pickpockets little by little, and the flesh and blood on the little paws are blurred.

"It's over, I just paid off our debts, and now I owe you another life. The cave entrance collapse equation was far stricter than he imagined, and after he moved a few pieces, the gravel above it collapsed one after another, and it was very difficult to clean up.

He leaned over the small hole that had been opened by the yellow skin and looked inside, the ancient tomb was shining with gold, and there were pearls, agate, and jade satin piled everywhere. The gloomy wooden coffin in Dong Ye's story is impressively placed in the center, the coffin lid is planted on the ground, and there are two children's corpses lying on the coffin bed, and the corpses are a big meat ball at their feet.

What's that? He clearly saw a man in front of the gloomy wooden coffin, who was dressed exactly like himself, his size and figure were also very different from his own, and even his posture of standing there with his head slightly tilted was very similar to his own bad habits.

Lu Haotian often said that his posture is a sign of love for "pretending to b".

He chirped, looked at his hand in a daze, and then jerked his mouth hard, it hurt!

No, I didn't dream, who was that "self"? how did he get in? Is it his soul? What is he now? Is he dead? There is nothing more strange than seeing his own body standing in front of him.

The white-haired yellow skin shook his little head, telling Wushuang not to think about it.

He didn't know if he was enchanted or what, so he desperately pushed away the gravel at the entrance of the cave like crazy, there was too much rubble to clean up without large machinery. In the end, I could only enlarge the small hole that the white hair and yellow skin had just opened, but I still couldn't pass it.

Although the entrance to the cave is not big, it is enough for the yellow skin to get into, and the little one's fur is shiny and shiny, and he swoops down the hole and gets in. Wushuang lay in front of the small hole and stared at the reaction of "himself". The movement of the yellow skin in is not small, if that "self" is a living thing, it must be able to hear it.

"Squeak squeak...... Squeak squeak...... "The little yellow skin jumped behind that "self" and screamed non-stop.

"Himself" slowly turned around little by little, and Wushuang gasped...... How so?

Is the man in front of the coffin still himself? His face was very old, full of wrinkles, and the corners of his eyes drooped, clearly an old man over sixty years old. Or maybe it's just an old man who is dressed more like himself. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, did he see it wrong?

"Oh my God!" the old man was too much like himself, except that his face was much older than his own, and every expression and movement was exactly like himself. That's what he would look like forty years later!

According to folk sayings, in addition to flesh and blood, people also have three souls and seven spirits in their bodies to control their thinking. In the countryside, the children go out to have fun at night, and when they come back, they don't get up, they don't answer anything when they ask in a daze, and they look at everything in a daze. Old people often say that this child is scared out of his soul by dirty things.

Could it be that a wisp of his soul has left his body unconsciously? No wonder the rhythm of the footsteps behind him just now is exactly the same as his own, it is simply he who is following himself!

The "self" stared straight at the yellow skin in front of him, without the slightest anger on his face. There was an evil light in the eyes of the white-haired yellow skin, and he scurried up and bumped into the guy. But that guy seemed to be just an illusory shadow, which made the yellow skin flutter into the air. The yellow skin slammed into the coffin with a dull sound. Strange things happened, that "self" disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately, Wushuang suddenly felt that he was much more energetic, and the whole person seemed to be splashed with a basin of cold water. Maybe it's really a wisp of your soul, but what power makes your soul age?

He was still wondering to himself, when he suddenly saw two black tentacles on the coffin poking down towards the white-haired yellow skin, which was the hair of the strange creature known as the "Nurhachi Curse".

"Run!" exclaimed.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned man was so vigorous that his eyes had already sensed that something was wrong, and he had already drilled out of the hole in the cave of the collapse again before the black tentacles touched him. Wushuang didn't care about the changes in his body, and quickly buried the gap with gravel, and quickly retreated from the mine with Huang Pizi.

He returned to the fork in the road that separated Lu Haotian and Ma Ya just now and shouted loudly, but neither of them replied to him.

He wiped his sweat, it was too hot, and for some reason, the temperature had risen sharply since he walked into this fork in the road. The warm air currents and decaying breath eroded the person's respiratory system, making him very uncomfortable in his chest.

The flashlight's battery is exhausted again, Wushuang can't hesitate, and he doesn't dare to hesitate, if Lu Haotian's loud voice stops at any time, it will definitely be in trouble.

Half an hour later, he also rushed to the two heavy copper doors, and in the cracks of the copper doors, dozens of strange oil lamps were faintly faintly glowing. The huge oval altar completely occupies the spacious grotto. Wushuang reached out and fiddled with the heavy giant lock, this was the Thousand Machine Lock, he recognized, his grandfather had taught him how to open this kind of lock cylinder when he was a child. To be the descendants of the thief, there is often a thin metal needle hidden in the sole of the shoe, this special metal needle is the same as the one used by Ma Sihai to open the lock of the thousand machines, called the "Xuantie buckle".

He said in his heart, Ma Sihai really deserves to be the proud disciple of his grandfather, and he is over eighty years old and still remembers how to make zuò black iron buckles. You must know that this special metal needs to be smelted by five different metal substances, and the heat is very difficult to master, and you can't melt it out with a little carelessness.

He shrank down and got into the gap in the middle of the bronze door, and the dozens of oil lamps hanging on the walls of the cave around him immediately felt the breath brought by him, an uninvited guest, and the light flickered.

"Millennial fish oil lamp?" Wushuang was alerted in his heart.

This thousand-year-old fish oil lamp has come to be big. Modern high-tech technology is powerful, and everything in ancient times can be copied, but only this thousand-year-old fish oil lamp cannot be copied. It is said that this kind of oil lamp only exists in the ancient tomb of the Yin Cave, and the world believes that this kind of oil lamp is the eternal lamp in the ancient tomb, but in fact, it is not, regardless of how much oil is stored in the lamp oil, regardless of whether the fish oil is extracted from the essential oil in the abdominal cavity of deep-sea whales, there will always be a day when it burns out. The craftsmanship of the ancients was high, and in this millennium, the ancient fish oil lamp was automatically ignited by guò external ventilation, that is, as long as an uninvited guest broke into this static space, the flowing air would ignite the lamp oil, so that it would spontaneously combust. Wushuang only understands the general truth of this, but as for why this ancient and cumbersome process of making zuò has been lost, let alone him, I am afraid that even Dong Ye is alive It is not clear.