Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"mural?"

Partridge Whistle is still hesitant.

Hearing this, his eyes lit up and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw that Chen Yulou had passed the sarcophagus and approached the deepest part of the stone chamber without knowing when.

Fire flickered on the wall.

But the fog there was so thick that it was difficult to see clearly and was easily overlooked.

Looking carefully at this moment, a shadow wall painted in thick ink and rich colors faintly emerged in the dim light.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle dared not have any more wild thoughts. He pushed the coffin lid back and sealed it tightly. Then he took out the phosphorus cylinder and strode towards Chen Yulou.

On the bottom wall of the stone chamber.

There are six or seven colorful paintings scattered around.

Because it has been sealed for thousands of years and no one has set foot on it, the colored ink has not been damaged at all.

It is much better preserved than what I had seen before in the altar under the ancient city of Xiye.

The painter's skills are much higher than others, with delicate composition, and often only a few strokes are needed to make the characters in the painting extremely vivid, lifelike and vivid.

Just took a quick look.

Partridge Whistle was completely attracted by the content of the mural.

However, after looking at the first three pictures, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face and couldn't help but look back at the sarcophagus several times.

The appearance of the gold seal with a camel-shaped button base.

Let him think that the owner of this tomb is the king of Gumo.

But judging from the murals, this is not entirely true. To be precise, it should be Prince Gumo, known as the Son of the Sun, the God of War in the Western Regions, and the most brave and warlike person among the thirty-six ancient countries.

The murals also use large amounts of ink to emphasize his military prowess.

He has shown extraordinary bravery since he was a child.

At the age of five, he studied the art of archery and horse riding.

When he was nine years old, he hunted a Tianshan snow wolf alone, shocking the entire tribe.

At the age of thirteen, he led troops to suppress banditry on all sides.

In the following years, he fought wars everywhere and almost never lost a battle. Although he was a prince, he was no different from a king.

Within a few years, he had made a great name for himself in the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions, and almost everyone knew him.

In the mural, he is riding a white horse, wearing iron armor, looking high-spirited and heroic. With just a wave of his arm, his followers flock to him!

But starting from the fourth painting, the style of painting began to change suddenly.

Although Prince Gumo had made outstanding military achievements, the Gumo Kingdom was a vassal of the Jingjue and was severely oppressed. It had to pay tribute of large amounts of gold, silver, jade, cattle, sheep and slaves every year.

He was unwilling to give in, and went to the ancient city of Jingjue several times, trying to ask the king to give his subjects freedom, but unfortunately, from beginning to end, he never even saw the King of Jingjue.

Therefore, Prince Gumo resolutely decided to go for the assassination.

When my eyes swept across the fifth and sixth scrolls.

Looking at the veiled, indifferent figure of the woman on the throne.

Partridge Whistle's eyes couldn't help but jump violently.

The woman in the painting looked exactly like the queen they had seen at the altar in the ancient city of Xiye that day.

"So... the woman who unified the Western Regions is the Queen of Jingjue?!"

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind.

All the doubts and mysteries of that day were cleared up at this moment.

"Look at this last painting, it's interesting."

Hearing his mumbling exclamation, Chen Yulou did not respond, but pointed in front of him and smiled meaningfully.

"what?"

Partridge Whistle raised his eyebrows and raised the phosphorus tube in his hand.

Although the fire was no longer as bright as before, it could still illuminate the huge colorful scroll clearly.

Looking carefully, I found that there were two stories told in the scroll.

The former is about Prince Gumo sneaking into the ancient city of Jingjue to assassinate.

The prince was seen hiding in the shadow of a stone pillar, while the warrior who was with him had already rushed outside the throne with sword in hand.

The queen, who always wears a veil on her face, rarely showed her back this time.

Looking at the assassin in front of her, she did not show any panic. She just gently lifted the veil, and then the warrior assassin from Gumo Kingdom... disappeared.

That's right.

Just disappear into thin air.

Just like raindrops falling into a river, or mist under the scorching sun, they are evaporated and turned into gas.

"how come?"

Partridge Whistle frowned, his face full of disbelief.

A living person.

Just lifted the veil and took a look at him, and then it was all gone?

Even though he had witnessed countless strange things, the scene before him was still beyond his understanding.

The art of witchcraft?

Or is it the devil's method?

At least the methods he had seen could never achieve this.

"Brother Chen, this...what's going on?"

After taking several deep breaths, Partridge Whistle had no time to read the second half of the article. He just felt very confused.

"Watch her eyes."

Chen Yulou did not look back, but stretched out his hand and stroked the mysterious female figure.

Even though it's just the side face.

But under the lifted veil, we can still see the tip of the iceberg.

The queen’s eyes… were as black as ink, deep and endless, without a trace of white in them, as if two black jade beads were embedded in them, yet there was a sense of creepiness and snaking.

Partridge Whistle just took a glance.

For a moment, the whole person felt as if he was trapped in it and unable to escape.

Countless scenes flashed before my eyes.

Someone whispered in my ear.

Finally, the picture froze, and the murmur in the ear condensed into four simple words.

"Jade Eyeball!!"

When he saw the jade eyeball under the altar that day, he recognized it. It was clearly an imitation of the Huochen Pearl made by the ancestor of the ancient Zagrama lineage.

"Brother Dao also noticed it."

After seeing that he had revealed everything, Chen Yulou slowly turned around.

"Do you remember the rumors recorded in the murals of Xiye Ancient City?"

"The queen made a deal with the gods and gained boundless magical power. From then on, she swept across the countries in the Western Regions."

"Could this so-called magic power be her pair of demon eyes?"

Chen Yulou's voice was not loud.

But it seems to contain a tension that can penetrate people's hearts.

"Demon pupils..."

Just two words.

It was like a pair of invisible hands, pushing away the thick clouds.

Yes.

In all the murals seen along the way, the queen never showed her true face. Even the most beautiful woman in the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions would not do so.

So, she must be hiding something.

Or it has to be.

Because she cannot control the power in her eyes, if she reveals it at will, it will bring unimaginable disasters.

"…The eyes again!"

The giant-eyed black snake, the queen's demonic eyes, and the red-spotted ghost curse that reappeared on the back of the neck after entering the Western Regions.

Many things, everything.

All of them are inextricably linked to the eyeball.

But what exactly it was, Partridge Whistle had no idea.

In ancient times, a prophet lost his eyes suddenly and died in order to find out the truth. The ancient sage also paid the price of his life before he divined the three words "Zhuchenzhu".

Thousands of years later.

The tribesmen have been on the road of pursuing it.

Now, although he has obtained it for a long time, it is still impossible to peek into it.

The only thing that can be confirmed is yes.

Although the Zhuochen Pearl is also known as the Phoenix Gallbladder, it actually has nothing to do with the Phoenix.

It should be the eyes of some unknown existence.

A demon, a devil or a legendary god?

Apart from this, he couldn't think of anything else that could have an impact for thousands of years without disappearing.

"Brother Chen, what era is this ancient country of Jingjue in?"

After finally breaking free from his distracting thoughts, Partridge Whistle suddenly thought of a problem that he had overlooked but was extremely important.

Among the Zagrama people, there is not a single record about the countries of Jingjue, Xiya and Gumo.

We are all indigenous people of this desert.

He wanted to know what happened after their clan members left.

"From the ancient artifacts and murals."

"Jingjue probably existed between the Western Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms."

The second half of the last mural tells the story of how Prince Gumo united with the Western Regions to attack the queen and eventually broke the city, leading to the demise of the ancient Jingjue Kingdom.

And the golden bead they had obtained from the treasure-stealing team before.

The timeline is extended to the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Therefore, the ending of "Three Kingdoms" is also deduced from this.

"The Han and Three Kingdoms... no wonder."

Partridge Whistle nodded, finally understanding.

Prophets and sages appeared before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

It's too far away from this.

This means that the Queen of Jingjue appeared in the Western Regions two thousand years after their lineage migrated.

"Brother Dao, don't worry. At least we have enough information now, right?"

Noticing his change in mood, Chen Yulou comforted him softly.

The journey seems chaotic.

But in fact, every step taken is pointing to the Jingjue Ancient City, the Samsara Sect, the Snow Demon Kingdom, the Ghost Cave and the Snake God.

An invisible thread runs through the whole story.

Once you reach the foot of the holy mountain and enter the ghost cave through the ancient city, everything will naturally surface.

Now they are walking in the vast and endless desert, just as the night will always pass and the dawn will come.

"Yes."

Partridge Whistle exhaled.

He raised his head, his frowning brows relaxed and the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Their clan has been waiting for thousands of years.

How could there be a few more days?

"What's next?"

His eyes swept across the last part of the ink-colored mural.

Partridge Whistle looked around again.

The stone chamber has come to an end here, and there are no more secret doors or tunnels.

"We have to check the well water."

Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.

The real purpose of their trip was not to visit Prince Gumo's tomb, but to visit the ancient well.

In a blink of an eye, it had already stayed there for almost half a minute.

If we delay any further.

Judging from the personalities of Kunlun, Guaizi and the old foreigner, I'm afraid they will chase us.

"I almost forgot about this."

Partridge Whistle slapped his forehead, and a hint of smile appeared on his usually stern face.

The two of them lost no time, holding the lantern as they walked across the bones scattered all over the ground, and passed through three stone doors in a row. The dry air was suddenly covered by cold and humid air.

Holding the rope, Chen Yulou took a step forward and broke through the fog that had remained in the ancient well for years. A golden light floated in the depths of his eyes. In less than a moment, an overwhelming amount of water vapor came towards him.

Wrap your wrists around it and step on the water with your toes.

The downward force dissipated instantly.

The whole person was suspended above the well water.

Partridge Whistle was not slow either. He heard a series of crisp sounds of mechanical locks above his head. It should be the use of the digging tool. Sure enough, the next moment, he was like a gecko, clinging to the slippery and wet wall of the well covered with moss and lichen.

Holding a lit tinder, he threw it into the bottom of the well.

The fire cut through the fog.

A deep pool of water appeared in their sight.

The bottom of the well was much larger than they had imagined.

The freezing cold underground river water flows slowly from afar. This place happens to be an underground river bay, where the water gathers to form a secluded pool.

"As long as it's running water, there's no problem."

Chen Yulou casually scooped up a handful of well water, and spiritual energy poured into the water, but there was no reaction.

If there really was a black snake lurking there and injected venom, this would never be the case.

Open your fingers and the clear river water will flow through them.

He also released two wisps of spiritual consciousness, starting from the deep pool at the bottom of the well, one going upstream and the other going downstream with the water.

The underground river is long and narrow, winding and stretching endlessly.

Until his spiritual consciousness dissipated and disappeared beyond the farthest detection range, he was still unable to find the source.

but.

The good news is.

No trace of black snake was found in the underground river.

Seeing him breathe a sigh of relief and look away, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but ask.

"Is this the Dark River?"

"It should be."

Chen Yulou nodded.

This underground river, described by the ancient Uyghur people as being as unpredictable as a shadow, is indeed amazing. It originates from the top of Kunlun Mountain, crosses the entire Black Desert, and finally merges into the Tarim River.

Fortunately, they had Una leading the way, and were able to accurately find the ruins of Gumozhou in the vast black desert.

Not so.

Rashly enter this God-forsaken place.

There is a high probability that they will become the ancient corpses they see along the way.

They lost their way and eventually died from running out of food and water.

Now we have a rough idea of ​​the direction of the Zidu Dark River, but we wonder if our spiritual sense can penetrate the sand dunes to find its traces.

If that didn't work, he merged the Green Scaled Python's Water-Dividing Pearl and also mastered some ability to detect water veins.

I can try it when I get back up there.

"Brother Dao, let's go!"

After this much investigation, there was no need to do any further work. Chen Yulou gave a shout and activated his magical speed. He jumped up from the well like a piece of smoke, stepping on the wall.

"it is good."

Partridge sentinel takes the lead.

He put away the phosphorus tube again, then patted the left side of his abdomen. He heard a click and the sound of the machine starting up. Six or seven barbed wires made of fine steel were shot out like a rainstorm.

Accurately penetrate into the gaps in the well wall.

Others were like dragonflies skimming the water, lightly stepping on the tip of their toes in the pond, and using the rebound on the water surface to leap up.

"There's movement..."

Hua Maguai, who was guarding the wellhead, half-squatted on the ground, feeling the movements transmitted back by the two sky-piercing cables. His eyes lit up and he exclaimed with joy.

"Here it comes, get out of the way."

The old foreigner looked down. Although it was pitch black in the well and he couldn't see the situation clearly, he could guess something from the frequency of the rope's vibration.

He immediately grabbed Hua Maguai's shoulders and pulled him back a few steps.

Almost the moment the three of them stood up.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, rushed out from the well.

"Boss, Yang Kuishou, what's wrong? Why did you take so long?"

Seeing that the two were safe and sound, several people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The well is connected to a hidden river, and the water there is non-toxic and can be used, but..." Chen Yulou smiled, "There is an ancient tomb underneath, so it took a lot of time."

"Ancient tomb under the well?"

When Hua Maguai heard that there was a fight, his eyes widened.

Along the way today, it seemed that we had dug a lot of stone tombs, but we didn't find any valuable artifacts at all. It was almost a waste of effort.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's two men went down the well to investigate the source of water and both encountered a big bucket. This luck is simply unmatched.

Of course it’s Da Dou.

Otherwise, with the eyes of the shopkeeper and Yang Kuishou, ordinary tombs would not be even worth their attention, not to mention that they had wasted so much time on it.

"Okay, I know what you want to ask. I'll tell you slowly when we get to the camp."