Otherworldly Merchant

Strangely enough, all the lines on this map are made of charcoal, dark. There's only one hexagonal area, but it's bright red!

“Looks like this is the heart of the mosque, and those guys must have gone there too!” The T-shirt man is very excited: “Now that they have the sword of dusk, as long as we get there, we can find it. ”

“Naturally, this is a good thing, but..." Master Feng hesitated slightly: “But you two found no, there is only one road on this map that leads to the outside world, the one we walked through when we first arrived. ”

“In other words, this is the only way back, and don't forget that the door will never open from the inside. ”

“These craftsmen don't know about this, they think escaping from the hole is the way to live. How do they know that Tsukamoto is never coming back! ”

“Oh, no!” The T-shirt suddenly startled, “Do you remember the stake on the boat? ”

“Remember, what happened?” I wonder why he remembers this all of a sudden.

“The big black stone is smooth and round, without any bumps, but just right, with a stone pile erected in the dark by the water, as if it were designed to bolt the boat! We were wrong in the beginning. The boat wasn't convenient for people to come in, it was for people to go out.” The T-shirt man explained.

For going out?

Master Feng and I were surprised.

This is a tomb. It's an ancient tomb. Are the people going out again?

That's...

“It's not right either!” I said in a moment of silence, "Even if the guy who designed the tomb really wants the owner to come back to life one day, and get out of here, wouldn't that be the end of the door if it was designed to open from the inside? ”

“That's because... he has to deliver meals to the tomb owner on time!” When the T-shirt man said that, even he was stunned by the look on his face.

If the outsiders are naturally unknown, so me and Master Phoenix naturally immediately understand that rice is the dead bodies hanging on the river!

The tomb owner did not eat the corpse, but the breath of the living. More precisely, it was the last breath out of the sun before he died!

Those people were hungry to death from hunger hanging from the top of a cave, feeding the tomb master with their last bite!

Who the hell owns this tomb?

What's he gonna do now?

We don't know what kind of evil technique this is, but the only thing we can be sure of is that the guy who borrowed this kind of evil technique to resurrect is a demon!

If we wait for the devil to be born, we won't be able to deal with all our comrades!

No wonder the father of Satan would come here, and no wonder Longquan would spare so many masters.

But what's that weird old grey robe doing with that little girl?

The three of us were silent, and the T-shirt man said in anger: “If that's not the case, even if it's not to help Jiulin get the sword of dusk back, we have to fight hard. We must not let these guys succeed. ”

I haven't spoken to Master Feng, so I hurried up the process of picking up the bones. We know exactly what this message means.

After a long day of work, a passage was finally cleared.

Master Feng released the small fireball. There was nothing unusual outside. We each pulled out our weapons and walked out very carefully.

Outside is a generous corridor covered with bluestone.

There are many stone engravings on the stone walls on both sides, which are incredibly well crafted, but weird in content.

The entire stone wall is engraved with bats, big and small, tens of thousands, all painted bright red with sand.

Maybe it's the ancient meaning of "Hongfuqitian"?

The corridor turned and connected a very wide large stone hall with eight large coffins hanging from the light of the fireball.

Each is more than four meters long, two meters wide, all cast of raw iron, and all tied together in a large, thin chain of arms, rigid and hanging in the middle of the sky.

A bright, bright red one that looks particularly dazzling in a dark stone hall.

Even we dare not barge in the face of such a strange sight.

I pulled out the parchment map left by the dying artisans, and I looked at it, and I tried to find another way around, and I found that the structure of the tomb was very strange.

Inside, there are plenty of large and small stone halls, almost a hundred, connected by a corridor, living like a maze. To reach the last red-area, you can only walk through all the stone chambers and never bypass any of them!

And, no matter the size and construction, it's much bigger and more complicated than any ancient tomb I know.

In general, ancient tombs of this size are the royal mausoleum of the victorious temple or the parishioners of the dominion. But in terms of graves and decorations, it's not the emperor.

Who the hell is the tomb owner?

Who are these eight big iron coffins?

Ding, ding, ding!

At this point in time, in a very remote ancient tomb, a very crisp bell was suddenly heard, exactly as we heard when we fought the corpse.

When we were surprised, suddenly there was a footstep coming from afar, and it came to us.

The three of us glanced at each other and hurried back into the hallway.

Master Phoenix extinguished the little fireball, and each of us grabbed the weapon and stared forward.

The sound was getting closer and heavier, and the ground swayed gently.

Slowly, a tall, strong figure emerged in the hallway across the hall.

Though the tomb was dark, I could still see through the glow of the red paint of the iron coffin that it was probably not anyone who had previously entered the tomb.

The shadow is almost two meters tall and huge. It looks like it is wearing a very old armor. It has horns all over its shoulders and a very heavy axe in its hand.

He walks very slowly, but every step falls, he makes a very heavy noise, as if he weighs a kilogram.

All three of us rubbed the heavenly palace position together and opened the yin and yang eyes.

The guy had no pubic breath, but he had no fever.

In other words, he is neither a man nor a ghost.

What the hell is this?