When I heard the golden-armored bronze man speak, a strange thought instantly rose in my head, I really wanted to dismantle this gold-armored bronze man and see what was hidden in his body.

This thing is by no means human.

Maybe it's some kind of mechanism, or maybe it's a sealed sapient spirit.

Refining evil with ghosts is a very evil spell, and there is a special introduction to evil spirits in the Tiangang fragment. Because it is a kind of evil art that harms others and benefits oneself, it is called a forbidden law.

"Is he a human or a ghost?"

Although Song Siqi asked abruptly, and even a little rude, Song Zhishan did not blame her, even he was just as puzzled, the reason why he was sure that this was the entrance of the main tomb was because the ancestors passed it on by word of mouth, and it was a top secret.

"Let's keep up!" After I was a little stunned, the first one followed.

The bronze man in the golden armor did not go far, but came to the other side of the golden coffin, he made a very strange squatting posture, and then remained still, crossed his arms, bent his palms and pushed forward, and his eyes covered by the copper armor stared at a stone brick under his feet, and after about ten seconds, the golden coffin suddenly sank.

Together with where we were standing, it sank about five meters.

The rumbling sound of the machinery made the burial chamber tremble, and I was afraid that the machinery would fail because of the age.

After a few breaths, the golden coffin rose again, and after a rotation, the wall behind us changed, and a staircase leading to the inner chamber appeared in front of us.

The steps were deep and there was no end in sight, and the bronze man in gold armor made a gesture of invitation to us, and he walked in front to lead the way, his movements and demeanor were no different from people, which made the three of us even more puzzled.

Could it be that the technology of a thousand years ago reached such an unbelievable state?

Even modern technology would not have been possible to create a humanoid machine of such precision.

Song Siqi looked at me and wanted me to answer what the principle was for her, and I didn't know it myself, but looking at the eyes she cast, I had to explain it head-on.

"This person should be your Song Zu's slave, after his death, the soul of this person was refined into a demon spirit by a person who was deeply Taoist, and the evil spirit cannot be called a ghost in the real sense, he has his own consciousness. ”

"So that's the case!" Song Siqi suddenly realized, with a look of adoration, I blushed a little when she looked at it, this is also my own guess, not necessarily right.

But there is no more reliable explanation.

"The evil spirit that the soul said does exist, and there is an introduction to this in the chronicle handed down by the Song family, I thought it was an exaggeration, but I didn't expect it to be true. Song Zhishan nodded affirmatively on the side.

As soon as I heard this, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that all the knowledge I have is given to me by my grandfather after screening, and those useless ones will not appear in the "Book of Burial" at all.

The funeral book is something that I have spent three years memorizing.

After I wrote it all down, my grandfather set it on fire.

"Then is he the same as a human being, he can talk to us?" Song Siqi asked a question that I also wanted to ask, but as a feng shui inheritor, I was naturally embarrassed to ask.

"You can give it a try. Song Zhishan said that, walked a few steps quickly, came to the side of the Jinjia bronze man, and asked respectfully: "Dare to ask the seniors Gao Shou?"

This question is very sharp, as long as the golden armor bronze man opens his mouth to answer, all the questions are answered.

However, the golden-armored bronze man did not answer, and did not even look back.

When walking, the limbs are coordinated naturally and smoothly, and there is no mechanical clumsiness.

I watched for a long time, but finally I didn't speak.

The steps were very long, Song Siqi was more careful, and after walking the last step, she whispered to me, "Remove the head and tail, there are a total of one hundred and six steps." There is a black raised mechanism every sixteenth step, and the golden bronze man has to step on it every sixteen steps, and his movements are a little slow, but if he doesn't pay close attention, he can't see the clues. ”

Her words were also heard by Song Zhishan, "It may be some kind of mechanism that can provide power." Song Zhishan pondered for a while and came to a conclusion.

I agree with his words, "Evil spirits need to suck living souls to survive, and this ancient tomb is a thousand years old, and it is impossible for living souls to exist." ”

"What is a living soul?" Song Siqi asked.

"The living soul is the soul of the living. I replied.

"In addition to devouring the living soul, what other food can sustain the immortal spirit?" asked Song Zhishan.

"Essence blood. I recalled the knowledge recorded in the funeral book and replied in the affirmative.

Seeing that they still had doubts, he added, "The blood of a living person can be called essence blood." For the blood of the living contains essence. Evil spirits are not necessarily made of ghosts, they may also be the spirits of plants, or the depressed qi of corpses in the throat, and there are also examples of using living people to nourish evil. ”

"So, there's essence blood down there?" she thought about and came to this conclusion.

I didn't nod or shake my head, for I couldn't be sure if there was a similar mechanism at the feet of the gold-armored bronze man.

The steps were not straight, and after a while, I made a roundabout way up, and I clearly felt that I was walking above the foundation of the tomb, which was now less than ten meters above the ground.

Finally, we came to a sealed stone wall.

I stretched out my hand to touch it, this is a mountain under the foundation of the tomb, that is to say, the position we are at this moment is in the depths of the back mountain five miles away from the ancestral tomb of the Song family.

After the bronze man in gold armor stood still, he raised his right hand and reached into a groove on the mountain.

The mechanism touched, gravel fell from the mountain, and a humanoid portal appeared in front of my eyes, and the gold-armored bronze man retracted his right arm, moved to the humanoid portal, and then turned to face us.

Just as we were surprised, he retreated towards the humanoid portal.

The size of the humanoid portal coincided with his body, and after he was completely inhaled by the humanoid portal, the wall opposite Song Zhishan slowly opened.

After a thousand years, the everlasting light inside has not been extinguished.

A cloud of mist mixed with pale blue smoke looked eerie and eerie.

When the fog cleared, I saw a bronze chair in the middle of the dungeon, on which sat a complete skeleton of a skeleton.

There is no doubt that this skeleton is the ancestor of the Song family.

The clothes on the skeleton's body have rotted, but he is holding a shining treasure in his hand, because it should be the treasure of the tomb of the Song family, the Eight Strange Immortals.

After Song Zhishan stepped in, he knelt on the ground. "The descendant Song Zhishan visited the ancestor. ”

Song Siqi also knelt down. "Siqi visited the ancestor of the Song family. ”

A gust of yin wind blew, and a wisp of light blue soul qi floated out from the four corners of the dim underground palace, which turned into a black vortex under the influence of the vitality of the Song family's father and daughter.

The invisible waves of qi rushing out of the whirlpool swept over the father and daughter of the Song family, and the father and daughter coughed up a mouthful of blood at the same time. It seems to be to verify whether these two people are the bloodline of the Song family.

The yin wind swept by, and a bronze jar rose under the vortex, and the copper jar glowed with a silvery-white luster, and a phanthropic shadow appeared from inside.

This is a remnant soul sealed in a copper jar, which is the ancestor of the Song family.