How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

The moon hangs late at night!

The winter is very cold.

Just when Ye Cheng and Li Cen finally found the entrance to the underground palace, a large number of construction machinery came in and started digging.

Somewhere in the underground palace.

It was pitch black, without any light.

Tick, tick, tick...

In the dark environment, liquid dripped continuously and landed on the floor tiles of the underground palace, which were gold bricks.

It seems that the craftsmen who built the mausoleum were too skilled, and the gold bricks on the ground were laid without any gaps.

The bright red liquid could not seep out at all, and it flowed all over the ground in a greasy, greasy manner.

Echoing the ticking sound, there was also a strange chewing sound.

creak creak...

It seemed like someone was eating the brittle bones nearby, making a disturbing noise.

The middle of the space was crowded with people.

Everyone's face was pale, and even though they were shrouded in darkness, their eyes were still closed in fear.

They didn't dare to move at all, letting the liquid on the ground soak into their feet, making the entire soles slippery.

Coupled with the smell of blood in the air.

Everything is maddening.

In the middle of the crowd stood two men and one woman, their faces also pale and their whole bodies trembling slightly.

But the three of them dared to open their eyes and look at the great horror in the darkness.

That's right.

This group of people were Yang Zhao, Hu Jiuer, and Chen Wentian, the leader of Xiling, who entered the underground palace 48 hours in advance.

Unfortunately, the team of three to four hundred people began to suffer devastating blows less than half an hour after entering the underground palace.

Forty-eight hours passed, and only less than a hundred of the three to four hundred people remained.

At this moment, everyone has reached a desperate situation. I wonder if they can see the sun outside alive!

Suffering is just a matter of lingering.

"Cough cough..."

In the darkness and silence, someone suddenly couldn't help coughing.

Everyone's heart sank.

Immediately, the coughing stopped suddenly.

The person who coughed opened his eyes in fear and subconsciously shouted for help.

Before he could speak.

Swish!

He only felt his body sink, and then he flew up out of thin air, screaming and hitting the nine-meter-high dome of the underground palace.

The speed is so fast that it is a hundred times more violent than the gravity of falling.

Bang!

The force of such a collision was enough to kill him on the spot.

He could no longer scream, his eyes were wide open, and he could only stare at the lucky person below, and...

Also hung on the dome were those brothers who had lost all their blood and were even mutilated.

If anyone dares to turn on the lighting at this time.

You will see about three hundred people, densely packed and swaying throughout the dome.

This is the price someone pays for not being able to stop making noise for 48 hours.

And with the supply of fresh blood, the ticking sound intensified again.

The sound of chewing brittle bones seemed to be much louder, revealing some kind of morbid joy.

Those who were still alive, knowing that another brother had died, still dared not open their eyes.

They continued to remain motionless, letting the blood drip at their feet, on their heads, and in their desperate hearts.

Everyone is waiting for death, waiting for the final outcome.

I just hope that I am the last one, even if I live a little longer, it will be good.

Among the three, Hu Jiuer was only nineteen years old, at the age when flowers bloomed. How could he have experienced such a scene?

If it hadn't been for the rigorous training since childhood and the influence of her parents' legendary experiences, she would have collapsed from fear.

But as the blood dripped on the top of her head, it then slipped into the corner of her mouth.

The child finally couldn't bear it any longer and was about to collapse as soon as his body went limp.

At the critical moment, it was her cousin Yang Zhao who gave her a hand, with determination in his eyes.

Hold on! Jiu'er! Be sure to hold on!

How could you die at the same age as Hua'er when you were so dignified as Captain Jin?

Hu Jiuer finally calmed down a bit when he saw his cousin's gentle gaze.

But his eyes were red, and he wanted to shed tears but couldn't.

She had been without water or food for forty-eight hours, and she was almost exhausted.

Yang Zhao didn't even dare to sigh, he just looked at his cousin with bright eyes, thinking about ways to escape.

Suddenly, he felt an itch in his palm and turned his head slightly to look over.

It was Chen Wentian who held his hand again and wrote something quickly on his palm.

"Yang, this won't work! If we delay any longer, all of us will die here."

Chen Wentian no longer had his heroic character, his face was haggard, and he looked at Yang Zhao with a fixed look.

Because he is a Xiling warrior and has the night vision ability inherited from his family, he can see everything at night, so he naturally bears more fear in his heart.

Although it didn't collapse, it was almost there at the moment.

Seeing that he could hardly hold on anymore, Yang Zhao sighed in his heart, took Chen Wentian's hand and started writing.

"What should I do?"

"Surrounded by that thing, I can't make any sound or shine. What do you want me to do?"

Chen Wentian seemed to have a solution, and wrote on Yang Zhao's hand with his backhand.

"Then you have to run! Otherwise, you will be trapped here and die! The oxygen will be used up!"

"Damn it, so many people died without even entering the front hall? Yang, I'm sorry, mother, you killed me!"

Yang Zhao was speechless for a while.

Your mother-in-law can write with her hands and curse?

If you can't open your mouth and take action, I will reward you with a duel.

He knitted his eyebrows and waited for the other person to continue writing on his palm.

"With my night eyes, I can see the Nine Palace Chihu Lock at the exit of the side hall. Can you open it by searching for gold?"

Jiugong Chihu Lock?

Yang Zhao was stunned.

The so-called Jiugong Chihu is a kind of lock passed down from the Han Dynasty. It is an exquisite mechanism made of pure copper.

Chihu is one of the monsters carved on bronzes of the Shang Dynasty.

Later, because it symbolized imperial power and majesty, it was often used as a hub on jade seals or as a gatekeeper to the royal treasury.

The Jiugong Chihu Lock was the most commonly used item in the imperial tombs of the Han Dynasty.

In archaeological activities over the years, it has been frequently found in underground palaces, where it plays a role in sealing coffins, stone doors, and treasure chests.

This thing sounds weird, but it is actually a unique lock created based on the Nine Palaces Bagua and arranged according to the local Feng Shui conditions, but the unlocking methods are different.

to be honest.

There are ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of changes in total. Once solved incorrectly, it will be completely destroyed and there will be no chance to open it again.

Yang Zhao just didn't expect that this thing was also used in the imperial tombs of the Ming Dynasty.

Plus the mystery surrounding them at the moment.

The builders of Deling really put a lot of effort into planning the most top-notch ferocious array to defend the entire underground palace.

For a moment, Yang Zhao actually regretted letting his cousin die.

As for opening the Jiugong Chihu Lock?

Both he and Jiu'er can do it, because their parents have studied how to open it and have seen this kind of thing somewhere.

It just takes time!

"It can be opened, but...what do you mean? We can't rush through at all." Yang Zhao wrote in Chen Wentian's hand.

What do I mean?

Chen Wentian's eyes flashed with coldness.

"Of course I want to survive!"

"Yang Zhao, I asked the remaining 100 brothers to run in all directions, I don't believe that thing can take care of it."

"You and Hu Jiu'er are going to unlock the Jiugong Chihu Lock. How long will it take to unlock it?"

Yang Zhao's eyes narrowed severely.

Let everyone run around to get a chance for us to unlock the door and escape from this side hall?

Chen Wentian, are you a little too cruel?

These people are all disciples of your Xiling sect, or they are tomb robbers from the northern and southern factions.

Didn't give them a penny, but let them cover themselves and die?

you……

Yang Zhao was still hesitating.

"Hurry up, just say it's okay!"

Chen Wentian wrote again: "If that doesn't work, I'll just use explosives! Damn it, I can't wait any longer, or we'll all go to heaven together!"

Yang Zhao closed his eyes in pain, then opened them, his eyes full of struggle.

If we delay any longer, either the oxygen in this side hall will be exhausted, or everyone will be hunted down one by one by that thing.

The final outcome may be the same.

He grabbed Chen Wentian's hand and wrote heavily.

"Brother, let me think about it again! If it doesn't work, just use your method. We only have one chance..."