"You're awake. ”

Ling Jiang had just opened his eyes when he heard Xi Yao's voice ringing in his ears.

Ling Jiang got up and saw that this was a smoothed passage, square and vertical, and Xi Yao didn't know where to find firewood, lit a cluster of flames, barely illuminating the surroundings.

"I'm not dead......" he muttered in a low voice.

"You just want to die so much?" Xi Yao suddenly became a little angry when she heard this, "If I knew this, I should have let you die at the hands of the Kraken, so as not to worry about me." ”

Ling Jiang recalled what happened before he fell unconscious, as if he had been photographed by the Kraken on the ghost boat, and then saw a red line.

"In this way, Miss Xi Yao, you ......" Ling Jiang was extremely grateful, and didn't know how to express it.

Xi Yao stood up from the ground, glanced at him and said, "One life for one life, now we are clear." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ling Jiang nodded, although he fell into the sea, his and Xi Yao's clothes were dry. Not only that, Ling Jiang also faintly felt that something seemed to be stuffed into his arms, but at this moment, Xi Yao was nearby, and it was inconvenient for him to look at it.

Xi Yao picked up a torch and walked around, "Let's think of a way to get out of here first." ”

Ling Jiang also got up, where they were seemed to be the port of this passage, on one side was a sealed stone wall, and on the other side was a bottomless darkness, but next to the stone wall, there was a spring, not big or small, just enough for the next person to get into, and there were constantly columns of water rising up in it.

Ling Jiang thought for a moment and couldn't help but exclaim, "Should we come in from here?"

"Otherwise, how do you want to get in?" Xi Yao said with a blank look.

Ling Jiang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, "So, this place is ......"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a submarine tomb. Xi Yao frowned and said.

"How is it possible!" Ling Jiang couldn't believe it, how could the mausoleum be built on the bottom of the sea? But they did fall into the sea, if this was not a submarine tomb, where could it be?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but panic a little.

If this is really an undersea tomb, then there must be a coffin, and who knows if there is a man or a monster lying in that coffin?

Who would build a mausoleum at the bottom of the sea?

Xi Yao thought for a while and said in a low voice, "I once saw in an ancient book that it was said that there was a cell in the depths of the East China Sea where a heinous prisoner was once held. And you look at the specifications of this, each bluestone slab is exactly the same, it is clearly a tomb road, if I guess correctly, this slate behind me should be the tombstone. ”

There are many rules for the dead, especially in the construction of mausoleums, which are not allowed to be sloppy.

Ling Jiang sighed after hearing this, what kind of prisoner must be imprisoned in the depths of the East China Sea?

Is that still human?

Ling Jiang asked again, "But if this is the bottom of the sea, why hasn't the water flooded in?"

Xi Yao walked to the spring and stared at the jet of water, "This spring should have been placed with some restrictions to suppress the inflow of seawater, so it will form a column of water." ”

"Can this still be the case?" Ling Jiang was a little confused, feeling unclear, "Then how are we going to get out?"

They should be at the bottom of the sea, and it is a blessing in misfortune to survive, and it is almost impossible to get out alive.

"It's all here, let's see who the owner of this tomb is. Xi Yao raised the torch and poked into the long black tomb, putting on a fearless appearance.

She then picked up a torch and handed it to Ling Jiang, then flicked her fingers to extinguish the flames on the ground.

The two of them carried two torches and walked in the dark and silent tomb.

The further you went, the quieter it became, and soon even the sound of the spring was gone.

After Mo Yo walked a cup of tea, the two saw a half-hidden stone door, which was a foot high, presumably the main burial chamber behind it.

Whoa!

As soon as Ling Jiang stepped into the stone gate with his front feet, suddenly there was a firelight and a chaotic sound.

Xi Yao also subconsciously pulled out the purple sword, with a solemn expression.

The agitation subsided, and nothing foreign appeared, except that several candles in the stone chamber were lit one after another, illuminating the place.

Xi Yao guessed wrong, this is not an undersea tomb, but an ancestral hall built on the bottom of the sea!

The stone room is not big, but it can accommodate twenty or thirty people kneeling on the ground, and there are four big characters engraved on both sides of the ancestral hall: loyalty, filial piety, honesty and shame.

Facing them was a family monument.

"This is supposed to be an ancestral hall left over from a certain family. Xi Yao stepped forward, glanced twice in front of the family monument, and couldn't help laughing, "Interestingly, the surname of this family is actually the same as yours, and the surname is Ling." ”

"What did you say?" Ling Jiang hurriedly stepped forward when he heard this.

The text on the family tablet has an age, and it is not the common text of the Great Zhou Dynasty today, but I can barely guess that it is a "Ling" character.

"Why did this family build the ancestral hall on the bottom of the sea?" Ling Jiang was puzzled, even if it was to prevent outsiders from breaking in, it would also isolate future generations from entering.

"What if when the ancestral hall is built, there is no sea here?" Xi Yao said, "You can even flood the Dragon King Temple here, isn't it normal for the ancestral hall to be flooded?"

"This is also ......," Ling Jiang nodded helplessly.

Sure enough, in Xi Yao's eyes, many things are already strange to her.

For some reason, Ling Jiang suddenly felt his heart pounding, as if his heart was about to pop out of his throat.

They went around the monument and went inside.

What catches your eye is the genealogy of the clan and the spiritual position.

Looking at the large and small spirit cards placed on the spirit platform, Ling Jiang couldn't help but feel dazzled. At this moment, a brand-new spirit tablet on the spirit platform caught his eye.

Ling Jiang's hands trembled a little, and he carefully held up the brand-new spirit card, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong?" Xi Yao sensed that something was wrong with Ling Jiang, and hurriedly leaned over to take a look.

There are three words written on this spirit card: Ling Haixing.

"This is the name of the Ninth Uncle......" Ling Jiang said tremblingly.

"Ninth Uncle?" Xi Yao didn't react for a while, but soon exclaimed, "You mean, this spirit card is your uncle's name?"

Ling Jiang nodded, he hurriedly put down the spirit cards in his hand, and then looked at the other spirit cards, but he had lost his memory, and among the names that were piled up, he only recognized Uncle Jiu.

"Why is Uncle Nine's spirit card here?" Ling Jiang asked himself vigorously, "Didn't he leave Pinghai Town?" The spirit card is new, could it be that Uncle Nine really ...... him?"

"How is that possible!" Ling Jiang threw his head up and shouted.

A person who was alive a few days ago died coldly, how could he believe it?

Xi Yao stood aside and looked at the somewhat crazy teenager, not knowing how to comfort him, if anyone encountered this kind of thing, it would be difficult to calm down.

"Clan genealogy!" Ling Jiang suddenly remembered something, and quickly ran to the front of the genealogy on the side, he pointed his finger at the name by name.

In the end, in a corner, I found the three words Ling Haixing.

"If there really is the name of the ninth uncle!" Ling Jiang's heart was as uncomfortable as a pinprick in his heart, and he kept rummaging up the name, and finally stopped at the first name of the Ling family's Haizi generation.

Ling Hailong, this is his father's name, Ya'er told him personally, there can be no mistake!

When the family tree was updated, he should not have been born yet, so his name would not be on the family tree.

In this way, this place turned out to be the ancestral hall left by his Ling clan.

After listening to Ling Jiang's explanation, Xi Yao also recognized this.

"You Ling clan should be a bad retribution. Xi Yao said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Ling Jiang asked sharply.

Xi Yao explained: "Judging from the genealogy, your Ling clan has lasted for at least hundreds of generations, and such a huge clan, if it hadn't suffered some natural and man-made disasters, it would never have fallen to this point. And the Uncle Ling Jiu you mentioned, since he has the strength to go to the sea to place a spirit card for himself here, his strength is obviously extraordinary, how could a person like this suddenly die?"

"......Yes, too" Ling Jiang nodded, he should have thought of it, that day Uncle Nine came to him with a sword, it must not be that simple, "Could it be that the sword that Uncle Nine gave me is the treasure of our Ling clan that has been passed down from generation to generation?"

Ling Jiang was uneasy in his heart, looking at the dense spirit cards around him, he always felt that something bad was about to happen.