If the ever-changing picture on the stele is a replay of the three of them breaking into the old Jingou mine, then who is the person standing behind him in the picture just now? I also saw an old "self" in the ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty, is it him? Is this illusory image trying to convey something?

The immediate need is not to find a way to wake up the companions, but to thoroughly understand what strange things are hidden in this altar. One thing is certain, this altar hidden in the old Jingou mine was built by Wu Gongyao, the ancestor of the Dong family during the Republic of China, if it weren't for this, my grandfather would not have risked his death before he died.

Wushuang leaned down and walked to the edge of the altar, lifted the corner of the red carpet, and tapped it with his fingers, the echo inside was dry and solid. There are only two large pieces on the whole altar, one is a three-legged copper tripod, and the other is the stone tablet in front of the copper tripod.

Wushuang walked to the copper tripod and looked up, the top of the head was too high, and he didn't know what was boiling with bubbles inside, and what he had used to maintain the boiling point in the giant tripod for decades. He touched this, he touched that...... Still not right.

Wushuang sat side by side in front of the stone stele, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his three companions, and said in his heart: Lu Haotian and Ma Ya are just that, this old man Ma Sihai is a master in the thief door, and he is the proud disciple of his grandfather Wu Gongyao, how can this old Jianghu also be attracted to the strange color paintings on the stone stele?

He couldn't think of a reason for a while, sitting on the big red carpet lit a cigarette and swallowed the fog boringly, his left hand lazily rested on the stone tablet, the knife wound on the palm of his hand was bleeding non-stop, and a drop flowed down the stone tablet into the surface of the painting. After the blood of Wushuang flowed into the painting, the slippery blood exploded like a piece of fresh ink in an instant, and the painting was silent in the underground secret realm for decades without anyone moving, and the blood of Wushuang gave it rebirth again.

The bright red blood juice on the painted canvas exploded and spread on the top, reorganizing, and distorting...... The reddest actually gathered into a blood-red dragon swimming in the colorful painting, and under the dragon, the grass and the hero looked up and smiled lightly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Squeak squeak......" The white-haired yellow fur stretched his waist.

"Damn, why is this dream so tiring? Little Japan can't finish killing!" Lu Haotian stood up from the ground and shook his muscles and scolded.

Wushuang casually threw Lu Haotian a cigarette, and didn't forget to deliberately kick him: "The deflated calf should play, why don't you let Little Japan shoot you?"

Ma Ya also woke up, grabbed Wushuang's hand and wiped it for him with a handkerchief with concern. "Brother, why is it such a big opening? Such an adult is so careless!"

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay!" Seeing that the partners are safe and sound, this little injury is nothing!

Ma Sihai's old face and lips trembled, his nose was sour, his eyes were full of tears, and he choked up when he opened his eyes. "Master, I'm content to see you in my lifetime! I thought ...... Okay, that's fine, it's all fate! I can't escape, and you can't escape!"

"Second grandfather, don't say that, you and my grandfather are brothers, and we are our predecessors, don't call me master, you still call me twins like when you were a child!"

"Child, you don't understand, you used to call it anything, it's just that you don't understand it, I Ma Sihai slapped you and taught you a lesson for your grandfather, but now it's different, Kuixing descended into the world, and the thieves bowed down to the ministers, you are the master, we are all servants!" Ma Sihai pushed Wushuang away, dragged his granddaughter Ma Ya to the front and knelt down.

Lu Haotian smashed his mouth, his eyes glaring at the boss. "This ...... This...... Tiezi, what is Kuixing? Grandpa, does this mean that he wants to marry his sister to you?"

Don't talk about Lu Haotian, even Ma Ya is confused, she was crazy with Wushuang when she was a child, at that time, grandpa only said that she was called brother, why did she suddenly change her words?

"Second grandfather, what are you doing here? Get up quickly, I can't stand it if you kneel for me! Kuixing is my grandfather, how can I be a master who eats and waits for death all day long?"

Ma Sihai pointed to the stele, at this time the color painting on the stele was still, and the strangeness of the mind that could psychedelize just now no longer existed. Ma Sihai said: "If you don't believe it, you can touch the illusion in the stele with your own hands." ”

Wushuang blinked and looked at Lu Haotian, Lu Haotian was also curious, and nodded at him.

He tentatively reached over and gently touched the surface of the strange stone tablet with a finger, but he didn't expect that the moment his finger just made contact with the color painting, he shivered as if his body had been overpowered, and the picture on the stone tablet that should have been still was suddenly stirred up by his touch, and a rippling water ripple spread.

"Oh my God, ......?" Wushuang opened his mouth wide.

"Master can rest assured, put your hand in and touch it, there is something left for you by the master. Ma Sihai said.

Wushuang swallowed his saliva, leaned forward again, and his whole hand reached into the stone tablet through the layer of colorful paintings. It was a wonderful feeling, the palm of the hand was cold, and the surface of the painting was like a mist containing water vapor without any touch.

Although the inside of the stele is not visible to the naked eye, it feels as if there is a chain hanging from top to bottom inside the stele, and the bottom of the stele looks like a bullet to the touch.

Ma Sihai nodded and motioned for him to take it out.

Wushuang took out this pendant from the stone tablet and saw that it was a brass bullet with the word "Kui" engraved in red tape.

"Kui Talisman?, is the Kui Talisman that my grandfather hangs around his neck and can command the Northeast heroes?" Wushuang muttered to himself.

It turned out that Dong Ye and Ma Sihai came to kill Longling to retrieve the lost talisman for Wushuang. But Dong Ye was not very old when he and his father Wu Gongyao entered the old Jingou mine, and there was a gap of more than half a century, so he couldn't remember the fork in the cave clearly, and he didn't enter the Qing Dynasty tomb again. Only then did the geophysical exploration team annihilate with the whole army.

Wushuang asked: "Second Grandpa, why did the thief hide this Kui talisman in the Dragon Slaying Ridge? Also, why didn't Grandpa Tai leave the Kui talisman to his own son?"

Ma Sihai said, Master, you only know one and don't know the other, the history of this Kui talisman may be traced back to much earlier. Back then, the Northeast thieves dominated the rivers and lakes not because of the master Wu Gongyao, but because of our ancestor, the old man known as the Yin and Yang Xuandao, who supported it single-handedly. Yin Yang Xuandao once met the young Zhang Zuolin was chased and killed by a group of old Russian Maozi, so he came to the rescue, according to legend, Yin Yang Xuandao was a shot like a sugar gourd killed five Russians. In order to be grateful and commemorate his immortality, Zhang Zuolin carved a word on the bullet, which means that Yin and Yang Xuandao is the leader of the Northeast.