Due to excessive blood loss, my hair was dizzy and my feet were fluttering, and my whole body staggered against the corner, and my body softened a little.

The storage bag was placed on the chest, but it needed spiritual infusion to open.

All my spiritual power was used on that thunderbolt, and I didn't have any power.

Damn, I knew that I would take out a bag of important things and put them in a bag.

My consciousness was blurred a little, and I curled up like a prawn, trying to hold my muscles around the wound as much as I could, so that the blood would not continue to flow.

The rest can only be left to the body's self-healing ability......

Before I fell into a coma, I still couldn't figure it out.

The four of us, always fixed with coiling dragon locks, when did they disappear?

The three people who followed me, or...... What other creature didn't kill me when I was weak, but stabbed me and ran away with a sly smile?

I remember that when they ran away, their bodies twisted and twisted, their legs swinging unnaturally, and they didn't look like people at all.

If you really want to talk about it...... It's like a fish.

With wild thoughts, I fell into a groggy sleep.

I had a weird nightmare.

In the dream, Fuso, Murphy and Sun Mingjin, with a huge fish head around their necks and a strange light in their eyes, were dancing around me.

They got closer and closer to me, opened their huge beaks and spat out a jet of water that poured my head all over my face.

"Ahem!"

I woke up with a violent cough and found Fuso holding my head and trying to pour water into my mouth.

"Hidden Dragon, you're finally awake!"

Fuso's happy voice made my heart feel much more at ease. Look at the book

After estimating the time, I was in a coma for about four hours, the wound on my chest was scabbed, and I still had some spiritual power in my body.

I reached down and fumbled around my waist to find that the bag was missing.

My throat was so dry that I craned my neck and took small sips of the water handed over by Fuso.

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

After moistening my throat, Fuso handed over a compressed biscuit, and I chewed it in small sips to regain my strength.

With a sigh of relief, I asked urgently, "How did you get here?" What about the rest?"

Fusang said, "We used to have coiled dragon locks, but not long after we left, the chain broke."

"When I open my eyes, I'm left alone."

"I learned your way, and I found the location of the cave along the way."

"Murphy and Sun Mingjin, I don't know where they went."

I was in a solemn mood.

Murphy and Sun Mingjin are not bad in strength, but they don't know much about the occult maze. Without me and Fuso, they probably wouldn't have been able to get out.

I groped my whole body, "Did you see my storage bag?"

"Nope."

Looks like the storage bag has also been taken away by those monsters.

It's so strange, what does the evil spirit in this tomb want to do?

I stood up against the wall, and Fuso helped me move forward step by step.

After taking two steps and stretching my muscles, my complexion is much better.

Fusang asked, "Hidden Dragon, shall we continue to walk, or shall we go back and look for it?"

With my current physical state, once I return to the maze, whether I can get out is still two words.

As for finding Murphy and Sun Mingjin, it is even more difficult.

Continue to walk forward and find the core of the tomb, the heart of Xi and the great god, and everything can be solved.

Besides, 70% of our food and water sources are carried on the shoulders of Murphy and Sun Mingjin, and they can probably survive for about 12 days.

It's going to collide with the Jedi who is trapped inside, so there's no need to worry.

Murphy and Sun Mingjin didn't have what Jiechenzi wanted.

Jechenzi is not a murderer, there is no need to fight to the death with two inconsequential people in a strange cave.

I gritted my teeth and decided, "Let's go!"

The exit of the maze was just ahead, and I took Fuso's hand, closed my eyes, and walked up step by step, completing the last 100 meters.

Stepping in again, I felt the breeze blowing on my face.

Ahead, is a larger, more empty palace-like building.

The palace is about ten meters wide, the length is endless, the walls are hollow bronze plates, there are undercurrents surging, and the wind is estimated to be brought out by the undercurrent.

Directly opposite us, there is a narrow bronze mirror like a stele, on which is written a limerick poem in bright red seal characters.

Four people entered the dragon's lair, and three people were trapped in the formation.

Two fled to heaven, and one died.

Fuso's pretty face changed, "Isn't that just talking about us!?"

I stepped forward and touched it, and the handwriting on the bronze mirror was still wet, with the smell of blood on it.

Smelling the familiar smell of blood, my face sank.

This is my blood!

What do the three little imps who teased me before come up with such a prophecy?

Literally, four of us go into the dragon's lair, three of them are trapped, two of them get out of the trap, and one of them will die.

Wait, that's not the right number!

Three people are trapped, two people are out of trouble, and the total is five!

Where did the extra person come from?

What is certain is that Fuso and I are out of trouble, and one of us will die in the prophecy.

Fuso: "Hidden Dragon, what do you think?"

"I don't look."

I kicked the obscure bronze mirror down, and looked at the palace vigilantly and carefully.

I have to say that the palace is really well built.

In the ravines of the deep sea, so many copper plates are spliced together, and they are so tightly fitted that ventilation and water outlets have passed for thousands of years without any problems.

Fuso beckoned to me, "Hidden Dragon, come and see."

The bronze wall in front of the left side of the palace is inscribed with bronze frescoes from thousands of years ago.

The name of the first mural is engraved on the front left, and the name is 'Abdominal Egg Retrieval.'

A man was lying on the ground, and three demons with big bellies and slender limbs were slicing open his abdomen with knives.

When I look at this painting, it always feels a little familiar.

Isn't this me?

Not only the portrait, but also the position of the knife edge is the same!

It dawned on me!

No wonder the three imps didn't kill me!

Killing me is not the goal, it is a sacrifice!

During the Qin and Han dynasties, sacrifices were the most popular.

Some sacrifices are sacrificed to livestock, begging for good weather and abundant grains.

More often than not, early shamans and shamans use various evil methods to mutilate people mentally or physically in order to beg for more power from the evil gods.

I summoned my spiritual power, and the fire in my palm lit up, and I investigated the second mural again.

In the second painting, a man is kneeling on the ground, holding something that looks like flesh and blood, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Even in the past few thousand years, the expressions of the characters in the bronze murals have been particularly vivid.

Through the delicate lines, I could feel the grief of the mural's owner.

And the bronze murals, after thousands of years, have not had a trace of patina, as if they had just been cast.

It's not like we're looking for a tomb that's been around for thousands of years, it's like traveling back thousands of years to when the tomb was first cast.