"Good!"

Murphy, who was still trembling and crying bitterly just now, was like a rabbit, carrying a heavy coiling dragon lock, and crawling up with his hands and feet.

Looking at her back, I couldn't help but smile.

Twenty-three-year-old Murphy, only one year out of college, is a kid who looks impregnable on the outside, but is actually fragile on the inside.

I've always been worried that after she took the money, she would leave immediately.

Now it seems that she certainly wouldn't do that.

A person like Murphy, who is upright and fledgling, doesn't want money, but something to believe in.

It just so happened that I was the one she believed in.

About five minutes later, Murphy poked his head down and whispered to the bottom, "There's no danger up there."

I raised my right arm and fastened the wire rope to the belt of the idiosyncrasies.

Murphy tugged on the top, and I rubbed my legs against the walls on both sides of the corridor to climb to the top.

It was pitch black and empty, and judging by the occasional tick, it was probably a stalactite cave.

Murphy crouched on the edge of the pit with some trepidation, shining a flashlight on the surroundings.

"It's too dark around, what if that strange kid sneaks up on us again!?"

If Xuan Xiu breaks through to the naïve Taoist, he can see the night as day.

In order to make Murphy also visible, I spewed out a cold white Seven Evil Bone Fire from my mouth and lit the twenty-four oil lamps in the main hall.

The bronze lamppost glows with green and illuminates the stalactite cave, which is about five meters high and almost the size of half a football field.

The stalactites above the head are lined up like fangs, and the arrangement of the huge burial chamber below is like a classical royal palace.

Facing south due north are two tall and mighty bronze statues.

Directly behind the bronze statue, there is a tombstone as big as a door panel, which reads: Yu Gong Wen Yanbo, the god of the emperor and the queen of the earth.

We drilled out the exit, on a corner due south.

From due south to due north, a three-meter-long bluestone road extends, with a meter-deep earth pit on the left and right, and neatly arranged terracotta warriors and horses.

I estimated that there were about two hundred terracotta warriors.

The look of fear in Murphy's eyes faded, replaced by curiosity.

"Qianlong , is this the place where Wen Yanbo is buried?"

I sat down cross-legged, took out the Bagua Compass to sense the direction, and slowly opened my eyes.

"During the Sui and Tang dynasties, the most popular was the Eight Houses Xuankong Secret Method, according to its tomb theory, the air here is humid, and it is a large cave for raising corpses, but it is not the burial cave of the dragon's spine in Wuzi Mountain."

"In ancient times, the north was honored, and judging from the arrangement of the tombs, the direct rear of the tombstone was the entrance to the main tomb in front."

"Where we are is the lintel of the corpse cave."

Murphy looked confused, "Can you say something I understand?"

"Yes."

I touched my chin, and I said in a flash of inspiration: "If this tomb is a company building, Wen Yanbo lives in the chairman's office, and our location is the security booth."

"Put it in the tomb, this location is the 'corpse cave, and there will be some' evil things in it to kill the tomb robbers."

"Luckily, we didn't touch the deadly mechanism."

Murphy stood there apprehensively, "Where's the mechanism?"

"Well, right around you."

The left and right walls are about a long and narrow passage about one meter from the edge of the pit.

The passages stretched out thirty meters each, and wooden coffins were placed every three meters, a total of twenty coffins.

Due to the dampness inside the corridor, one of the coffins rotted and collapsed, and the palm-sized silver ingots, bracelets, agate, etc. were scattered all over the ground.

I pointed to the coffin and said, "If I'm not mistaken, all these gold, silver and jade objects are cursed."

"Once a living person touches the spell

The prohibition of magic can awaken the demons lurking in the room."

"In addition, the stone monument ahead that can escape from here has also been planted."

The road behind him has been blocked by the subsidence of copper plates.

If you want to leave, you can only rely on a lot of manpower, dig straight bronze plates and tunnels, and dig another road.

But such a huge amount of work will never be completed by Murphy and I until we die of hunger and thirst.

The road ahead of us is also blessed by a curse, and we can't cross it.

Under normal circumstances, I could forcibly open the stele and escape to the next corridor.

In the case of a comminuted fracture in my left arm and a fractured bone in my right arm, disturbing the evil spirits here is tantamount to seeking death.

After probably telling Murphy about the situation, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"You go and break the ban on the stone tablet, if you really touch any demon, I will help you block it with my life!"

I cautiously opened my backpack, took a steel crowbar out of it, and handed it to Murphy.

"No. I'll use your dog's life for another purpose."

Murphy was furious, "You're a dog! Say, what are you giving me this broken crowbar for?"

I was due south, leaning against the base of the wall and radiating three meters outward, walking in a large circle of nearly fifty square meters.

"Later, you use a crowbar, every fifty centimeters, and as long as I don't say stop, keep stopping."

Murphy was puzzled, "Why?"

"When you're done, I'll tell you."

Murphy huffed and picked up the crowbar and began to tap in earnest.

The sound of tinkling iron continued to sound, and in the process, I sat down cross-legged to adjust my breath and try to recover as quickly as possible.

After being promoted to the Innocent Daoist, the speed of physical recovery became much faster.

After about five minutes, the crisp percussion sound gradually turned into a dull noise.

I opened my eyes and immediately pointed to Murphy's feet, "Use your 'Hidden Snow Dagger, cut through here.'"

The Tibetan snow dagger worth tens of millions is as easy as cutting copper plates.

Murphy mustered all his strength, took the dagger and thrust it down, and said in surprise, "It's empty down there!"

"That's it."

I was also much more relaxed, and explained with a smile, "The construction of the mausoleum is actually very complicated."

"There are many tomb robbers who will find the architect of the mausoleum, or a worker, to buy the location of the tomb to facilitate subsequent tomb robbing."

"There are even some people with bad intentions who will guard and steal from themselves."

"The dignitaries who built the tomb, in order to prevent this phenomenon, came up with a more poisonous plan - directly suffocate the relevant personnel of the mausoleum inside."

"But there is a plan, and there is a countermeasure."

"The builders who built this mausoleum, in order to prevent the donkey from being unloaded, would steal an exit from the tomb."

"I'll roughly calculate that the position under our feet is the closest to the ground."

"A thousand years ago, if these people were going to dig a tunnel, they would probably dig here."