"The inscription says that this mausoleum, which is even more imposing than the Huangling Mausoleum, contains two people, one dead... one living!"
"Ah? Haha, uncle, can you really make a joke, a living person will not become a dead person when buried in the ground?"
Several men laughed.
The middle-aged man shook his head, "No, the living people mentioned here are really living people... The inscription records that the owner of the tomb and his fiancée once obtained an elixir, and the two became the targets of various forces to strangle them at that time. In the end, the owner of the tomb and his fiancee were driven to a dead end, the fiancee was killed, and the owner of the tomb ate the elixir and became an immortal monster.
Speaking of this, he deliberately lowered his voice to create a terrifying atmosphere and said: "But there is a record on the other side of the inscription, saying that the person was not actually the fiancee of the owner of the tomb, but the owner of the tomb had a deep love for others. In the end, I couldn't afford to fight because of love, and I accidentally killed my lover when I was robbing the medicinal pill... and I regretted it when the person died."
"The owner of the tomb, in order to seek revenge many years later, summoned eccentric people to search for treasures that could bring people back to life, and even collected a lot of gold and silver treasures. In the end, after being unable to resurrect his lover, the owner of the tomb went mad and led people to kill countless bloodshed. Chenghe, all the enemies, family members, young and old have been taken into the mausoleum, hanged and tortured to death!"
"Then the mummy we saw at the door just now—"
"It should be the people who were killed in the inscription..."
"This, this is really true." One of the tomb robbers swallowed, thinking of the densely packed dead bones piled up at the door, and feeling a cool breeze suddenly blowing from the dark tomb palace.
They are really not afraid of bones when they do this work, but if there are thousands of air-dried corpses hanging above their heads and swaying in the wind like wind chimes, not necessarily.
There is obviously evil there, and several of their brothers died there.
"And it is said that he used medicine to turn many of his subordinates into monsters, guarding the tomb palace for him, and then he and his beloved slept under the divine tree. A lot of legendary exotic treasures, just taking out one of them is a bloody storm!"
When it came to the baby, everyone's face was red, and the middle-aged man just saw the atmosphere and said: "Our gold master this time wants something called 'fish beads' in the tomb, as long as he can get it..."
His eyes were full of light, thinking about the amount promised by the other party, and his mouth grinned.
"But that bitch who was spotted by the owner of the tomb is really unlucky. The owner of the tomb doesn't look like a good idea." The man who came over before muttered, and then kicked the companion on the ground, "Hey! Get up! Damn, do you really think we're on vacation?!"
The middle-aged man smiled and stood up: "Who said that was a bitch? According to the inscription, the owner of the tomb clearly saw his brother from the same sect!"
"Ah?!" Several men showed disgusting expressions on their faces, and said with a pooh: "Co-authored and fucked are two dead gays, and the owner of this tomb is really perverted."
"How do men and men play?"
"Hey, you don't have much knowledge, and you have a lot of tricks to play."
"Tsk! Go go go go!"
Several men laughed at each other and put on their equipment, quickly calmed down and continued to walk forward in the eyes of the middle-aged man.
Wen Fengjin was standing in a part of the underground palace, and there was a repressed and low breathing sound in the gloomy and dark tomb passage.
The one who made the sound was a man lying on the ground like a lizard at his feet, if that could still be called a 'man'...
Because the 'person' on the ground has no skin or hair on the whole body, and what is exposed is the same muscles and tendons, but if you look closely, it seems that the layer of tendons is his skin, and the blood on the body is more like secreted. mucus.
The lizard-like monster made a 'giggling' sound in its throat, and Wen Fengjin smiled coldly as if he understood.
"You did a good job driving them to the graveyard, leaving no one but the middle-aged man..."
"Giggle..."
The red lizard-like monster was very fast, and it rushed out to carry out the command of the wind.
After half a stick of incense, the sound of stumbling and running came from the tomb passage.
The middle-aged man had long since lost his calmness and pride. His right hand was forcibly torn off by something, and he looked terrifying, while his left hand was covering the wound, and his face was covered in blood.
"Damn it! Damn it!" The middle-aged man endured great pain and finally fell headlong in the tomb passage. Excessive blood loss and the pursuit of monsters behind him brought huge panic.
The act of falling tore tore his severed hand.
"My hand—ah!" The middle-aged man rolled on the ground with his broken hand and mourned, and suddenly a black soft-soled golden boot appeared in his sight.
This boot is nice, but obviously, this is not a boot that modern people would wear, not to mention this is a tomb!
The middle-aged man forgot how to mourn.
The man in boots crouched in front of him.
A cold and slender hand pressed the man's head, and lifted the man up!
Then the middle-aged man saw a man in a red and black costume. The man was very handsome. He put one hand behind his back and held himself with the other, as if he was looking at something interesting, with a grin at the corner of his mouth.
Those dark pupils had a little red light from the middle!
It's Zongzi!
There are really dumplings!
As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth to shout, he found that he couldn't move! Can't even speak!
"Little thing, how did you get here? Huh?"
The middle-aged man struggled desperately, but as if something had been taken away from him, all his efforts were in vain.
"Answer me, how did you and those mice get into my underground palace?" Wen Feng exerted a little force, and the man's head was almost dented by him!
The man growled his mouth and let out a scream! Shouting with all his might: "Yes, a map - I have a map!"
"Oh?"
"In my backpack! Really! Please let me off-"
There was a muffled sound, liquid was sprayed on the wall of the tomb, and there was a sweet smell of blood.
The headless corpse fell to the ground and twitched a few times before not moving.
Wen Feng shook his hands, and the sticky liquid stuck on the pair of slender white fingers and fell tick tock.
Wen Fengjin pulled out a map from the backpack behind the corpse, glanced at the back and wiped the blood on his hands with the map expressionlessly.
At this moment, Wen Fengjin suddenly trembled!
"Don't be angry at Sleeping Lamp!" The expressionless handsome man said to the air in a panic, "I won't kill anyone, okay? It's only when they bully me that I will kill them..."
Not knowing what to do, the handsome man calmed down, and said with joy, "I knew you wouldn't really be mad at me. They are all outsiders, and we are the closest."
Wen Fengjin suddenly turned into Shenjingbing, he smiled softly at the air while talking to himself.
If Wang Xiaobaa saw this scene, it is estimated that he would be able to escape with crawling and crawling.
After a while, Wen Feng calmed down, and he switched from one personality to another and said, "The inscription? It seems that the craftsmen who built the tomb palace were not honest and actually recorded these things."
Wen Fengjin lowered his head and smiled at the corpse on the ground: "Thanks to you for telling me, what if this thing was seen by the sleeping lamp?"
"And Sleeping Lamp likes polite people, so I have to reward you well."
He squatted down and held the corpse's hand, politely like an elegant young man, smiled and said to the headless corpse in front of him, "Thank you so much."
After speaking, he stood up without changing his expression, and said to the empty tomb in front of him: "Mu Yi, destroy the place where the inscription is inscribed, and to reward our guests well, he likes gold and silver treasures, then take his body with him. Go to those side halls where jewels are stored and fulfill his wishes, don't be stingy, do you know?"
From the empty tomb, there were two cries of "cluck".
"Look, Sleeping Lamp, am I doing a good job?" he said to himself, suddenly blushing, biting his lip and saying, "Senior brother, please don't praise me, these are all good things you taught..."
He raised the corners of his mouth and spoke to the air, as if he had received someone's approval. He turned his head shyly and left. The spreading blood stained the soles of his boots, leaving a row of bloody footprints on the gloomy tomb...
And just as he turned around, the corpse on the ground disappeared instantly...
The sleep light is still waiting for me.
He came back to me again.
This time...
This time...
Never let him run away...
[The author has something to say: What kind of normal person can lie in the underground palace with a corpse for more than a thousand years?]