The bronze door was opened in the midst of a terrible noise.

This is the first time Qin Ke has really seen a mausoleum, fortunately, it is the first time he can see such a mausoleum with a scale of at least the level of a prince, if it is replaced by those historians and old scholars who have devoted their lives to excavating the relics of their predecessors know about this matter, I am afraid that they will be able to grab their heads and scold the sky for injustice.

Unfortunately, he now had to take the lead and walk into a terrible darkness that seemed to be endless.

The black knights held torches, while paying attention to his every move and Zhuge Wanling and the others, while illuminating the entire bronze gate with firelight, the shadows made the outlines of the two stone sculptures on the high side sway in the darkness, and at first glance, they seemed to be winking at the crowd below.

But because their expressions are too solemn, when they are condescending, with a bit of divinity looking down on all beings, it is impossible to associate such a playful gesture as blinking with these two statues.

And Qin Ke only felt a chill down his spine, he always felt that these two statues were not dead at all, more like alive, and when a certain moment came, they would suddenly move and swoop down from above, tearing him to pieces.

"What's your name?" Abu whispered.

Perhaps because he was also a little uneasy in his heart, he looked at Qin Ke and hesitated, "My name is Abu, and I am a student of Mr. ”

"Qin Ke. Qin Ke looked around at the mausoleum, and always felt that something was wrong everywhere in this mausoleum, but there was an opportunity to listen to Zhuge Wanling, and he felt that he couldn't let it go, so he talked to him.

Jingwu is a country that has just flourished in recent years, but it already seems to have a situation of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, even the powerful Tang State and the Mo family dare not underestimate it, naturally, to become the prime minister of Jingwu and the general leader of internal affairs, this Zhuge Wanling must be a great figure.

Abu respects Zhuge Wanling from the bottom of his heart, Qin Ke quickly felt his sincere respect from his words, and his introduction to himself is very plain and brief, in the early years, he was a little shepherd boy who herded cattle for a rich man, until he met Zhuge Wanling and started a new page in his life.

Qin Ke was slightly stunned in his heart, after he met his master, didn't it look like he was starting over? Thinking of this, he inexplicably felt some similarities with Abu, and the conversation was also a little closer.

The two were innocent teenagers, and the germination of friendship was naturally very logical, if it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere inside this huge mausoleum was really uncomfortable, I was afraid that they would have a more pleasant meeting.

Halfway, Qin Ke seemed to feel Zhuge Wanling's eyes sweeping over him, he turned his head to look, but found that Zhuge Wanling's eyes had been looking straight ahead, and he thought that he probably had an illusion in a trance.

Continuing to walk forward, Gao Chang looked at the patterns with the style of the previous dynasty, which were engraved on bronze ritual vessels or pillars, and still maintained the solemnity of the past after hundreds of years, as if just by seeing these lines, you can feel the prosperity of the previous dynasty.

"Aside from the smell of patina, it doesn't look like a mausoleum. Gao Changgong snorted, standing beside Zhuge Wanling, he was not flustered in the face of such a scene, and his words were still casual.

"It's not like a mausoleum. "Zhuge Wanling knows what Gao Changgong wants to say, generally speaking, after a hundred years of a mausoleum, because the copper and iron are constantly rusting, the breath in the originally sealed mausoleum will gradually change and people cannot breathe, so tomb robbers are generally used to fighting with white geese after hitting the cave.

If the posture of the white goose is wrong, they know that the current atmosphere of the mausoleum is not suitable for people.

Some old people say that these are the ghosts of the underworld and still refuse to let the tomb rebuild the day, and generally when the tomb is chiseled through, after a certain period of time, the breath in the tomb will be renewed, at this time it proves that the ghost has finished the trouble, and he goes back to the ground with peace of mind.

Of course, Zhuge Wanling is not such a stupid person who listens to the words of strange forces and gods, so naturally he does not have much awe of this kind of thing.

"The breath is not normal, it's just because it's been too long to communicate with the outside world. Zhuge Wanling said, "Fire candles, rust, these changes will affect the breath in the mausoleum." If the mausoleum had always been connected to the outside world and had not formed a confined space, there would have been no such problem. ”

Speaking of this, Gao Changgong smiled and whispered, "Is it because of that?"

Zhuge Wanling nodded, didn't say much, just looked at the layout in the mausoleum, and walked slowly step by step.

As you walk through the bronze gate, the lines on the interior structure become more and more numerous, and at the back, some murals gradually appear on the walls on both sides. A black rider approached and illuminated the strokes with torches, on which were painted fiery red clouds and the undulating sea, and among them there seemed to be a man standing on the shore and calling out loudly to the sea.

"Ahh

"What the hell is this!" Qin Ke's eyes widened, staring at the crockpot that was about a person more than a person high, and under the firelight, the crockpot was painted with a huge python devouring the tiny person who was devouring it. The delicate painting and the mineral pigments that have been precipitated over the years make the picture come to life, and the blood and severed limbs faintly seem to be about to break the picture.

But if it was just the fineness of the painting, it might not make Qin Ke be so frightened, what he felt terrible was that at the mouth of this crockpot, there was a huge tail hanging on it, tough and shining phosphorescent scales and that soft but disgusting body, what is it if it is not a python?

But if it's a python, how can it be as thick as an adult's thigh?

"What's it called?" Gao Changgong was not afraid at all, but walked up, looked up and down, and reached out to touch.

"Ah......" Abu's mouth that was originally covered couldn't help but make a sound again, "Brother Changgong, don't ......"

But Gao Changgong's movements were far faster than he spoke, but in the blink of an eye, his hand had already touched the thick tail, it was soft, it was not a wreckage that had been decaying for many years, but I don't know why it didn't react to Gao Changgong's touch.

After a while, Gao Changgong grabbed the tail and dragged the entire python out stiffly!

"Ahhhhh......h

And Gao Changgong looked at the things in his hand carefully and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha. Gao Chang raised his head and said, "What are you afraid of." This is not a snake. ”

Wang Xuanwei took a step forward, his eyes solemn: "But it's a layer of skin shed by the snake." ”

Looking at Qin Ke Abu's somewhat pale face, he inexplicably began to believe that Qin Ke was just a voyeur by chance, not a professional spy.

But at this moment, he needs to pay more attention to this snake skin: "Don't rejoice too early, since there is a snake that has shed its skin, it proves that there is such a big snake." I've heard that there was a time when witchcraft appeared in the previous dynasty, and the crockpot ...... Maybe it has something to do with that. ”

"Maybe even bigger. Zhuge Wanling stepped forward and stroked the snake skin carefully, his calm and comfortable look made Qin Ke and Abu feel numb for a while, because of the passage of time, this snake skin has hardened a lot, but Zhuge Wanling can still deduce some things from this, "This snake skin is not this snake molted recently, it is earlier." Snakes, on the other hand, usually molt once every two or three months...... Calculate the time...... I'm afraid that the road ahead of us will not be too smooth. ”

"Winding. Wang Xuan said softly. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, all the black horsemen, except for Ding Mo, who was dragging a spear and had a weak heart, all wound their crossbows in a short breath, and the black arrows flashed with sharp light.

Gao Changgong was still in the mood to joke: "See, Mr. Wang, the follow-up journey is not smooth, maybe the owner of the tomb has left a lot of things waiting for us to taste everything, you might as well return the gun to me first, so that you can have more strength." ”

Wang Xuan turned a deaf ear slightly, and threw the snake skin to the ground, and when he raised his legs and stepped on it, the hardened part of the snake skin made a clicking and cracking sound: "Keep moving forward." ”