My grandfather and grandson hurriedly retreated from the stone platform, but the herald did not draw his sword as before, but slowly turned around, drew the white flag behind him with one hand, and then waved it at the city!

After a dozen waves in succession, the herald took back the white flag, and in the surprised and expectant eyes of the three of us, he slowly turned around again, still holding the stone plate, and knelt down on the stone platform again, but this time he did not lower his head again! A pale face showed a somewhat strange look, it seemed to be smiling, and it seemed to be a little respectful, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the dark eyes were staring at the three of us, indescribably weird!

And the groove in the stone plate also returned to its original state with a slight sound, and the hair mound order resurfaced!

The third uncle tentatively walked up to the stone platform and reached out to take the Faqiu Order, and the herald maintained such a strange expression, watching my third uncle's every move, allowing him to pick up the Faqiu Order, but there was no movement!

With the Faqiu order in hand, the third uncle turned his head, revealing a face full of surprise, and at this moment, Zhu Qingyun, who was not far away, suddenly said: "He... He seems to have recognized Uncle Zheng as his general! You see ... He seems to have been waiting for something! ”

As soon as these words came out, I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart, and I couldn't help but take a few steps back, and looked at the herald again, and suddenly my heart suddenly changed:

That's right! From beginning to end, this herald has always maintained a half-kneeling posture, holding the stone plate with both hands, as if waiting for someone to give him orders, and the token to confirm the identity of the other party is the two carvings in the stone plate!

I was thinking to myself in my heart, and there was a reaction next to the arrow battlements at the head of the city, the flag was dancing, and it seemed that there were resurrected soldiers, and when the flag was resting, a sound of clicking iron chains was loosened, and the heavy suspension bridge was slowly lowered!

Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but be more sure in my heart, and immediately said: "Miss Zhu is right, not only this herald, but the entire dungeon is waiting for their general!" The things painted by these two engravings are tokens that confirm the identity of the other party! Everything is already predestined! ”

"The engraving is a token? But in this stone plate, there are two of them! ”

The third uncle's question sounded, and the grandfather immediately explained: "The other one should be the golden talisman!" ”

"Touch the Golden Talisman!"

"Hmmm! Now it seems that it is really fate, everything is fate! ”

Since Cao Cao set up the post of Qiu Zhonglang and Touching Jinxiaowei, tomb robbery can be regarded as a real self-contained line, as for moving mountains and unloading mountains are derived from later generations, that is to say, Cao Cao, when he died, the only people in the world who are proficient in the way of feng shui and luck are Faqiu Zhonglang and Touching Jinxiaowei! Moreover, both of them are real official positions in the army, and General Faqiu Zhonglang holds military power!

Cao Cao's strange mound is an angry eye, creating a strange situation of the Heavenly Prince's wishes, maybe it is for immortality like Emperor Qin, maybe there is something more amazing! But no matter what it was for, Cao Cao at that time must have been beyond his strength, or that the way of heaven would not allow it, otherwise, he would not have made a big move and made a wish to heaven! And to complete his long-cherished wish, he can only rely on the generations of future generations, so he left this dungeon, and in Cao Cao's cognition, it is obvious that only the later generations of Faqiu Zhonglang General or the Captain of the Golden Colonel can complete it!

Therefore, this entire dungeon has been waiting for future generations to come with the Hair Hill Order or the Golden Talisman!

And this Qiu Ling is obviously a vain attempt by the ancestors to steal the sarcophagus tomb, but they died tragically, and then they were taken out by Liu Xuan and fell into our hands.

Nearly two thousand years have passed, and at this moment we are waiting for the order to come, everything seems to be accidental, but it seems to be inevitable! The means and planning of the ancestors are amazing! Xu Zhen responded to the word providence!

After listening to my grandfather's explanation, I felt a trace of uneasiness in my heart, if everything is really like this, that is to say, from the moment we went to the tomb, fate has already befallen us, the so-called way of life may really still exist, but Cao Gong is so shocking planning, I am afraid that in the end it will never be as we imagined!

At this moment, although I know that the road ahead is dangerous and dazed, I have no choice but to let it be used as a pawn of others, step by step!

"Bang!"

The sound of the drawbridge landing on the ground interrupted my uneasiness, and I turned my head to look at the third uncle and grandfather, whose expressions were even more solemn than mine! I know that the road ahead is dangerous, but I don't know what the danger is, and I am most afraid!

And as the drawbridge landed, there seemed to be a moment of armor rubbing, the sound of the army marching, the city gate slowly opened, and a dim yellow light appeared, brighter and brighter, like a long dragon spreading, within a few minutes, the entire dungeon faded away from the initial quiet and gloomy, replaced by a bright light!

The dungeon, which has been silent for more than a thousand years, seems to come alive at this moment!

"The gates are open, let's go! Remember, don't talk! ”

Grandpa said, first walked towards the city gate, a few of us followed, walked across the drawbridge, at the city gate, a group of soldiers were already lined up, shining armor, tall figures! The demeanor of the military in the Han Dynasty can still be seen, but the pale faces that have obviously been dead for an unknown period of time are still full of penetrating majesty!

The leader was a sturdy general, and his armor was obviously much more refined than that of ordinary soldiers!

When we got closer, the general who defended the city knelt down on one knee in front of us with a pop like the herald, his hands clenched into fists, his silent mouth opened and closed I don't know what it was expressing, his dark pupils stared at us, his pale face twitched slightly, I don't know how to describe his expression at the moment, I only felt that compared with those ordinary soldiers, it was a little more 'vivid'!

In the face of nearly a hundred living dead, the shock in his heart was indescribable, Zhu Feng had the power of the Qi Gathering Talisman, and it was rare to remain calm at the moment, but his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but fortunately, he couldn't make a sound for the time being! But Zhu Qingyun, in the face of such a battle, inevitably panicked, and under the eyes of this guard, she couldn't stop retreating! A pale face is not inferior to these living dead!

Seeing this, I hurriedly took a step towards her, and quietly grabbed her arm, she stabilized her figure, and the grandfather in front of me was quietly stabbing the third uncle's back, I realized that even the third uncle was stunned in such a scene!

I handed Zhu Qingyun a look, signaled her not to panic, and immediately stepped past the third uncle, stepped forward from behind the third uncle, and quietly took the Zhonglang general order in the third uncle's hand with his right hand! I stood in front of a few people, looking at this guard, and the next moment, I couldn't help but be shocked, and I immediately understood why the third uncle was so out of shape!

Although the appearance of this guard is infiltrating, it is not much different from the heralds outside the city, and it is not the soldiers who defend the city that make the third uncle stunned, but the brightly lit dungeon at this moment!

Looking at the city gate, you can clearly see the wide streets in the city, and the ancient pavilion buildings have a unique artistic conception, but the streets at this moment are crowded with people!

There are men, women and children, with different postures, and even nobles riding sedan chairs, strong men riding horses, and running houses... But none of them are the living dead! On the seemingly busy streets, the prosperity of the Han Dynasty can be seen at a glance, but under this prosperity, there is a deathly silence! At this moment, I can't help but admire the magic of this heavenly vow pattern again! Outside the dungeon, the thirty-six mountains have been frozen to this day with the power of the will of heaven! And this dungeon is not only frozen, but even maintains the former prosperous form of this city!

It's no wonder that the third uncle has such a demeanor, he can make one person or a hundred people die without rotting, but it is still within the scope of our understanding, but he can make thousands of people die without rotting, and even 'resurrect', which is already a miracle, but the dungeon in front of him is not only thousands of living dead, but even the buildings of the Han Dynasty, horses, sedan chairs, and everything in sight, have regained their old glory, and I was stunned for a while, and so on, even in the national warrior line has never been recorded!

And at this moment, the guard seemed to sense something, the 'vivid' face gradually became a little colder, and he hugged his fists again, I was shocked, I couldn't bear the shock in my heart, and raised the Zhonglang general in my hand!

As soon as the general of Zhonglang gave the order, the guard immediately lowered his head, said a few silent words and then got up, Senbai's face was a little more moving, and he patted me on the shoulder more familiarly, and then made a gesture of please, signaling me to wait to enter the city!

I grinned, as a return salute, and gently rubbed my shoulder, I already had a wound on my shoulder, but the strength of this guard was not light.

I took the lead, pretending to be calm and leading a few people towards the city, the drawbridge behind me rose, the city gate gradually closed, we all looked back at the closed city gate, forced to endure the panic of interrupting the retreat, the guard also grinned when he saw this, and signaled us to go to the city again!

At this point, I looked at my grandfather and motioned for them to follow me!

In the 'noisy' streets, the ancients of the Han Dynasty were busy, there were vegetable sellers, porters carrying firewood, drunken drunkards, and polite Confucian students!

For us outsiders who suddenly appeared, the people in the city seemed very enthusiastic, and everywhere they passed, they all showed that penetrating smile, and even the lady who sold steamed buns reached out to hand us steamed buns!

I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth and shake my head!

There were several wooden tables in front of her stall, and beside them were cages made of bamboo and reeds, which were supposed to be vendors selling buns or other things, because the woman was enthusiastic, but the table in front of her was empty, and even in the cages, there was nothing but a thick layer of dust!

But the woman opened the cage so carefully, hurriedly touched her earlobe, as if it had been burned, and then stretched out her empty palm, with a strange smile on her face!

Not only this woman, but the entire dungeon, in the seemingly busy prosperity, is empty and weird!

There is no wine in the jug of the drunkard! There are no dishes on the table at the inn! The flat shoulder on the porter's shoulder is also empty。。。。。。!

Yes, it seems that there are only dim lights in the houses!

The non-physical performance of one person can only be admirable, but the performance of a city is terrifying!

I glanced back at my grandfather and them, and even my grandfather frowned in such a battle, and his expression was even more solemn than ever!

Before we knew it, we were in the center of this street, where six or seven streets intersected, and in the distance we could clearly see an even more refined inner city! There were many more people around me than in other places, and I looked in the direction and was about to cross the intersection, but not far away an old pedant who painted stopped me!

This old scholar looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, lean, and dressed in rags, but neat, and at the corner of the intersection was his stall, which seemed to be a painting stall, but it was also empty, and the dilapidated table was speckled with spots, I don't know if it was ink droplets or what, he stopped me, and his silent mouth was talking, and his dark eyes looked at me, revealing a penetrating enthusiasm, as if he wanted to pull me to paint!

I didn't dare to make a sound, I just shook my head, this old man seemed to be a little lost when he saw this! This vaguely recognizable 'vividness' made me look at him seriously, and he returned to his painting stall again, constantly greeting the walking passers-by, the empty table was the same as this person, dilapidated but neat!