And when Chang Gong's footsteps gradually disappeared, Qin Ke finally felt a little calmer, thinking of this, his fingers were slightly bent, as if grasping the rock wall, he slowly turned over, lying firmly on his stomach like a gecko, quietly revealing a head.

In the shadows, the light rising from the fire fold and the vague smoke fluttered below, and with that faint light, Qin Ke had some difficulty to see the terrain clearly, in front of them, there was an unfathomable crack, like a big mouth, and those sharp stones, like sharp teeth, could close at any time.

The cave was cold and damp, I don't know if it was a psychological suggestion, there were a few terrible cries from the crack, like a hungry baby, and like a woman who had lost a loved one, a chill continued to rise along Qin Ke's abdomen, and he trembled: "Amitabha...... Heavenly Monarch ......"

Qin Ke's heart beat faster, he touched his chest, exhaled, and kept telling himself that this was just the whistling of the wind in the cave.

But apparently this self-soothing effect was very limited, and from the moment he entered the cave, he always felt that the cave was filled with a strange aura. It's not an illusion, it's an instinct that he has been training for years.

In the darkness that enveloped all around, although it was as calm as the endless night, it seemed that there were hungry monsters hidden in it, and they would poke their heads out and open their bright red eyes at some point.

Just as he was thinking about this, a drop of hot and humid things fell on his back, and the warmth almost made Qin Ke feel terrified. He turned his head suddenly, but he could only catch a pair of small eyes, which were restrained but undisguised bloodthirsty and beastly light.

He subconsciously raised his hand, and in the sweaty palm of his hand, the sharp dagger completely painted black was his only support.

In a few moments, the bat skimmed over his shoulder, flapped its wings, and disappeared in the darkness.

He subconsciously shrank back a little, and although he felt that there was definitely more than this bat above his head, he was now in a situation where there was no other way but to "get along" with these "neighbors".

"Is there any sound?" Abu looked to the top, a little wary of the green shirt.

"It's a bat. The man in the green shirt quickly came to a conclusion, but then, he was a little puzzled, "But these things shouldn't be here......"

"What do you mean?"

"If 'it' is here, these things shouldn't be close. But ......," the man in the green shirt paused for a moment, as if muttering to himself, "is it really weak to this extent?"

At this moment, there was a hoarse and unpleasant sound from the whole cave, as if thousands of teeth were rubbing against each other, and it was like a huge door slowly collapsing, and the stalactites in the glimmer were swaying in pain, as if they might fall at any moment.

A swarm of bats stopped their sleep and flew in the air with a shrill cry, and the foul-smelling droppings rained down.

The sound of that cry seemed to be closer, and even sometimes, it seemed to be hiding behind people.

"What bastard?" Qin Ke hid in the dark, only to feel that he was almost drowning in the feces of this group of bastard bats, and the palm that was originally holding the dagger became sticky and damp.

Qin Ke slowly moved his body and reappeared, the green shirt man and Abu were obviously a little embarrassed in this "fecal rain", but compared to Qin Ke, they had uneven rocks blocking some falling bat droppings, so the situation was better.

Qin Ke frowned slightly, and looked along the right side of the light, he finally knew what that violent noise was. Although it landed like a huge monster in the faint light, Qin Ke still saw the outline of the half-decayed suspension bridge from the outline of the thing, this suspension bridge made of pig iron, the wooden planks on it had already rotted away, although there were still a few pieces of black wreckage stuck to it, and I was afraid that it could not be used to step on it at all.

But after all, there are multiple iron chains as thick as an adult's thigh under the suspension bridge, which are intertwined with each other, and it is not impossible to step on these chains.

Obviously, the strong smell of rust that Qin Ke smelled came from this suspension bridge.

And when it slowly descends and hits the rock wall heavily, it becomes a wide passage through the countless "sharp teeth" of the breach.

The man with the gun held a torch, stepped on the iron cable to cross the bridge as if he was strolling leisurely, walked back, and said with a smile: "After so long, this mechanism can still be used?"

The man in the green shirt also smiled: "Of course." This is the same technique as the Mo family, and I even doubt that even after a thousand years, these mechanisms will still be able to function again. After all...... The owner of the tomb did not want the mausoleum to be able to enter but not exit. ”

Abu was puzzled, thinking to himself, doesn't the mausoleum hope to be isolated from the world forever, and the heavens and men will never be forever?

"Why?"

The man with the gun smiled playfully: "Abu." Don't you understand? Who would be the one who would most like to get out of the mausoleum?"

"Grave robbers...... Or is it a craftsman?" Abu thought of a possibility.

But the light words of the man in the green shirt made Qin Ke in the shadows suddenly feel terrified: "No, it's the owner of the tomb." ”

Qin Ke wanted to cry without tears, so he could only whisper to himself: "Mom...... This is really a tomb, and listening to them, it seems that the dead ghost lying in the coffin is still planning to run out of the tomb...... What the hell am I going to do here?

Strictly speaking, if someone asks who is the most superstitious in Daoxiang Village, they probably can't count the old people who are in the ancestral hall every day, but Qin Ke is a naïve teenager.

It is because of his naivety that he believes the records in the books.

And the ominous thing like the mausoleum, combined with the strange wails in the caves before, gave birth to countless strange powers and confusion in his heart. What kind of terrible scene would it be if there was really a dead man lying in this tomb, and this dead man was trying to come out of the tomb and see the light of day again?

Wrong...... According to the time of this tomb, I am afraid that what lies in the coffin is a skeleton......

You can't think about it, you can't think about it...... Qin Ke pinched himself hard, trying to withdraw his thoughts from those strange things.

And Abu was also frightened by the statement of the Qingyi people, and was about to ask carefully, but at this moment, in the cave, another person's deep voice sounded: "The mausoleum is hundreds of years old, but the mechanism can still be maintained, and Xuanwei has to revere the wisdom of the sages of the Mo family." ”

Qin Ke's heart tightened, where did he not recognize this voice?

And the man in the green shirt turned his head, and not far from him, there was a sound of neat footsteps. The torches burst out with a strong light in front of them, and they actually illuminated half of the cave, which frightened Qin Ke to roll hard and get closer to it again.

In the firelight, Wang Xuanwei's calm and somewhat murderous eyes were reflected: "A few people from Jing Wu didn't sleep in the inn late at night, but they came to this dark and damp place, so Yaxing." ”

The man in the green shirt looked at those eyes, as if he was a little surprised, but soon, he folded his hands and made a standard Confucian etiquette: "Mr. Wang." ”

Wang Xuanwei sneered and looked at Abu, who also practiced Confucian etiquette, and then turned his gaze to Gao Changgong, who was holding the spear and just smiled, and finally turned his eyes back to the man in green shirts: "Qingzhou is goodbye, it's been three years, Mr. Zhuge don't come unharmed?"

Qin Ke's heart trembled in the dark, and his breathing paused for a moment.

Mr. Zhuge ?

"Can you still move? Let's eat something first. My name is Zhuge Wolong, what's your name?" Qin Ke was in a trance, remembering the hill full of homeless people when he was young, he was hungry for three days and lay under a dry old tree, surrounded by countless dead people, and a group of dogs feasting.

He was already unable to get up, but he heard the words that ran through his heart.