[Do you believe it?] In this world, in addition to money and fame, there is another kind of life.

So, I can tell you quite seriously, if you don't want to chase fame and fortune, or be disturbed by the fetters of the world, there must be a life you want in this world waiting for you.

It's just that, before that, please think about one thing.

Please meditate in your heart, one.

Put one on top of Kaede's head.

Next, please meditate, two.

Then put two on top of Pelos's head.

Chang Yu Feng's life is constrained, even arranged, just like being in a cage, living for a lifetime, unable to break free, called a life of fate.

Such a life is full of lies, gore, and even a little bit of calculation. I only told you what Nagawa Kaede knew, or what you needed to know, but I didn't tell you who calculated all this, or who was behind the scenes, because I didn't know either.

Just kidding, Chang Yu Feng is already extremely mature, and his intentions are already clearly understood

Well, it's actually because ...... Chang Yu Feng doesn't have the control of the story at all, he may know everything he has to suffer, or rather, what he should do, but he is always powerless, just like Sisyphus pushing a stone, the cycle repeats, falling into reincarnation, and the fate he needs to face is cruel.

Instead of being controlled by others, it is better to tell you generously, ...... now We're going to tell the story of two.

Two, it's Pelos.

What? Where is Pylos now? ...... you won't want to know】

"Skarna—where are you?" Pelos peeled off the clods of dirt that had been glued from under his feet, like the dead skin of a snake and the foul smell of the catacombs.

"Didn't I tell you not to wander around!" Pelos stood up and flipped the cowboy hat over - the cowboy hat was a rarity in this spiritual world, because the world had not experienced the cowboy frontier western, it was the object of the Mentor Pelos, and without this cowboy hat, perhaps Pelos would not have been an archaeologist.

In the principality, archaeologists are just as unpopular as historians, because there are real gods in this world, and at least, in the legends that spread all over the world, the treasures of the gods always cost the lives of a large number of adventurers.

Pelos took out a spherical luminous spar, the light of the hedron was very bright, but the depth of more than fifty meters underground was still too dark...... I could only see some of the more viscous loess, as well as the two soles of his feet that he had just buckled.

"Damn...... Walking around on this, my newly bought shoes are about to be scrapped......" Pelos sucked his straight nose and selected the spar, and a wall appeared in front of him, there were only a few patterns on the wall, and I don't know what the pattern meant, he came here for this, after all, this tomb should have been dug up by tomb robbers a long time ago, or because the mine next to it collapsed, and some broken silverware dropped by tomb robbers was missed, otherwise, it would be difficult to see the light of day for the rest of his life.

Skarna didn't respond, causing Pelos to rub his nose again.

"Skarna, go back......" Pelos patted his clothes, this cave-like cemetery was different from all the places, no, probably because the tomb of the owner of the tomb with the core had not been dug up, so all the recorded patterns and patterns were vague, and it was not clear what it meant......

They were all hidden in the backpack behind Pelos, he looked like a student with a lot of homework now, but fortunately he was handsome and had a straight back, otherwise he would have to be hunched over.

The glowing spar swept on the road, and Pelos was not afraid of the dark, but Skarna had black hair and a black trench coat, and if his back was facing him, he would be more or less bumped, so he squinted his eyes and looked for Skarna very carefully.

The viscous tomb mud smells very bad, there should be air here, otherwise the smell of this sinking in the soil is really difficult to disperse, coupled with the collapse of the mine, there is still some transparent wind here, but there is really no light to come in, no matter how bright the luminous crystal is, it is incomplete, the shadow of Pelos flickered on the pattern of the wall, and a wisp of red gas dispersed at once, and there was no trace.

"Skarna...... What the heck...... Say wait for my ......" Pelos blinked and tugged at his golden hair, which was damp and watery.

The water was not a good one, he put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and a pungent smell made him dizzy, and he covered his nose and retched.

"It's ...... Vomit...... Do you pee...... Oh my God......" Pelos sent the glowing hedron upwards, and drop after drop of water fell...... There was a tiny slit in the top of his head, and the water that flowed from the slit dripped onto his hat and then into his hair, and it was too damp for him to feel......

The dirty water had just flowed down, I don't know what it was, it wasn't a good thing anyway, Pelos shook his hand, stood aside, brushed his hair again, and stared at the juice that flowed down, the black and yellow juice made him think of something very bad......

He even shuddered accidentally, quickly touched his fingers, and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

It's hard to say what this kind of thing is...... However, Pelos himself is also dirty and scary to drill around in the tomb, and he has the style of fighting poison with poison.

This tomb is not secret, and the organ has long been stepped on by tomb robbers, tomb robbery is a serious crime that can be classified as the death penalty in law, if anyone robs the tomb and keeps saying that he is a family of tomb robbers, it must be against the law, and the righteous law Sima went to their door and arrested them all......

There is also a family for tomb robbing...... It's disgraceful to do it secretly, isn't it......

But then again, those tomb robbers really don't know how to cherish it, and they blew up the tombs here and the tombs over there, and there is not a single piece of land here, and there are potholes, which has caused great trouble to the archaeological work of Pelos.

Even the dampness of the ground also damaged the tomb, and it collapsed to ventilate, so that the tomb could not be destroyed anymore......

Seeing that Skarna was stunned and did not answer, Pelos also had doubts in his heart, the archaeologist's work in addition to digging the soil and sweeping the ashes, mapping and cleaning the tombs is indeed grinding, if there is no interest, he will only be boiled like an eagle is restless, and Skarna is not an expert in archaeology...... It's understandable that he's out of the tomb for a while......

It's just that Skarna didn't say anything...... This...... It's a bit of an anomaly...... You can't really go out sooner...... The glowing spar pushed forward, and Pelos's shadow became longer and longer, and the mud under his feet surrounded Pelos's shoes, like pulling a carrot, a hole when he walked, and the sound of treading water made Pelos walk crookedly.

"Don't move......" A knife landed on Pelos's neck, causing Pelos to tremble and drop the glowing hedron down.

This sound of don't move startled him a lot, trembled a little, and the treasure behind him suddenly shook three times before stopping.

He raised his hand...... Some grievances......

Pelos froze, blue eyes glancing behind him, only to see a blue-glowing hilt resting on his neck.

"Tell you not to move!" The person's voice was only then that it was a woman's voice.

"It's not...... I ......"

I'm not here to rob the graves...... Pelos was a little honest and less afraid, because logically speaking, what could be killed from behind should be killed early......

"Dr. Pelos Phoenix, long time no see." The woman behind her snorted, giving Pelos a look of surprise and delight: "Lady Raven! You're still the same, and you like to take a knife from behind......"

"Long story short......" The back of Pelos's head and cowboy hat exuded a terrible ...... in the crow's withered eyes Forehead...... Stench......

This makes it difficult for the crow to say it even if it wants to be longer......

"You say ......," Pelos nodded, but was in a state of confusion...... Kicked by a raven......

"We're looking for a tomb...... Here are the drawings! The crow pressed the knife with his right hand, and with his left hand pushed the drawing out flat, and it was now in front of Pelos.

The crow was behind him, his withered eyes, staring at the drawing. The glowing hedron in Pylos' hand was facing away from the map, causing the crow's hand to form a slender phantom at the edge of the map.

That's a different kind of map.,Obviously,The place with the red cross on it must be the location of the treasure.,No,The crow said it's a tomb.,Even if it's backlit.,It's generally clear.,It should be that the drawings are more special.,Reflective treatment.。

"Where! Say it! The raven scolded, startling Pelos again.

"Huh?" Pylos was frightened by the crow's sternness, and was startled by the crow's words: "I haven't seen it yet...... How do you say it......"

It was certainly impossible for him to tell the location of the tomb directly, but he still looked at the map carefully, which was not drawn according to the method of the duchy's coordinates at all: "You Haturin need to find someone to help...... Is that how you treat your helpers...... It's scary......"

"Less nonsense! Hurry up and see the picture! The crow's hand visibly pressed down, allowing the dagger to kiss Pelos's stamina, and Pelos's frightened hairs stood on end, and he begged for mercy.

"Sister Raven...... Good sister...... You're so me...... I'm not a god......"

"If you still want your life...... You have one day to give me an answer. "The crow's white hair was still dry in the humid air, and it was blown by the breeze.

With a snort, Pelos instantly felt the coolness of the dagger disappearing from his neck......

Crow...... Come without a trace, go without a trace......

And then it was gone......

Pelos sighed.

"You said you were so powerful...... Can't you find it yourself......"

"Don't speak ill of me!" The crow immediately appeared behind Pelos and kicked him in the leg, causing him to fall out and stagger out.

There was another thud, and then it disappeared again......

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Pelos quickly apologized, straightened his posture, and sighed softly......

He knew where Skarna had gone...... was pulled away from the mountain by a crow......

All right......

Wrong......

"I haven't given me a map yet!" Pylos shouted with his head up, but received no response.

"How can there be such a ......?"

Pelos hurried back to the place where he had just taken the record and sat down, and the two soles of his feet "returned" to his feet......

The quill and notebook were pulled out of their backpacks and quickly swiped around, scribbling down the rough outline of the map...... Ghosts.

He didn't have that much of a memorable ability at all, and at most he was able to restore the approximate appearance of the map.

"Mountain...... Water...... And also...... Big fork. Pelos quickly sketched the map.

The method of cartography is the technique of the empire, so he really didn't see it at a glance, and the landscape mapping of the empire has a strong freehand style...... They don't make height requirements, write a mountain, they won't say how high the mountain is, they will only record what kind of mountain it is, how high it is to see the record, in addition, the same is true for water, two days of bars, it represents the river, the horizontal flow is the horizontal bar, the vertical flow is the vertical bar, and the direction is not clear to the principality.

Most people in the empire like to write about the map, for example, what mountain they have reached and how many steps they should have walked can be remembered clearly, not like the Duchy will make a high line requirement, and it will not be too much to record the hidden things on the back of the specific mountain, the high line is a mountain if it is high to a certain range, and the river is low to a certain range......

But!

These are official maps, for people to see, not for those who hide the treasure......

The person who hides the treasure can describe it casually, or make a random drawing according to his memory, and everyone believes it, only in this way can the hidden treasure be protected.

So this picture is not a treasure, but it is really possible that it is a tomb.

There are mountains and rivers, there are no high lines, they are the drawings of the emperors, but the words that are recorded are ...... Not the words of the Empire...... And a kind of text that has never been read......

It's a blind drawing just from memory, but it's good to memorize the symbol of the cross. He can't write the word Empire......

It was torture, and the snake-like twisted symbols made Pelos laugh at himself......

"Find someone else to find something, and don't give someone a map...... I don't know if you guys are ...... good brains."

With the pen in his mouth, Pelos opened the bag and put the map and pen in again.

But on second thought, there is a high probability that there is only one copy of that map, and if it is given to itself, the crow is really not good at braining......

That...... I don't have the right map, I can't find out the location, isn't it completely to blame the crow?

No, no, no...... The crow doesn't care if he lives or dies...... The crow is not wrong, but it is not wrong that he did not write it down in three seconds......

Are you right? Pylos ......

All right...... To embarrass the genius...... It's hard to stop......

Pelos was indeed forced to write down the location of the fork.

The cartographic techniques of the empire are also confirmed...... And those imperial symbols...... He needs to look it up......

However, I still don't understand...... What is Haturin doing with a tomb......

Haturin wanted to kill, and it was easy.

No one likes a world of the jungle...... The survival rule that big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp is not applied to human society at all......

Haturin has done all the bad things, and the law can't control it...... Naturally, Pylos can only really help the crows, and those who talk about the law of the jungle must be either stupid or bad.

But now Pelos can only be anxious...... Because he also needs to face the danger of landslides...... This loose tomb ...... began to devour the civilization that had been buried underground......

Although they had already been stolen, Thankfully, Dr. Pelos, the only archaeologist in the spirit realm, had recorded everything that might have existed here......

Tomb robbing has a family, it must be a disaster in this world......