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

"Magic move!"

Chen Yulou uttered two words softly.

In an instant, the wind began to flow under the robe, and in the misty night sky in front of him, one invisible staircase after another condensed into something.

He climbed the stairs with his hands behind his back.

Indescribably casual and free.

After just a moment, he stopped on the stone ball.

A steel cable made of seven twisted iron wires passed through it and twisted into a strand. He looked upwards, and the golden light in his eyes broke through the darkness.

The end of the tightrope.

Sure enough, it was connected to the stone gate.

call--

Seeing this, how could Chen Yulou not understand? He let out a breath and turned his gaze to the stone ball in front of him.

There is an obvious dark grid on the spherical surface that is shaped like a giant pupil.

Reach down and press lightly.

With a click, the secret compartment sank and fell right into the center of the stone ball, locking the seven iron locks.

In an instant, the water formation that was still running continuously stopped.

The creaking sound also disappeared.

overhead.

under the cliff.

As time passes by.

A solemn atmosphere began to spread.

Especially Partridge Whistle and his companions, who walked back and forth on the stone bridge, occasionally leaning down to look into the depths of the underground river.

only……

The river was surging and shaped like an abyss, and there was a thick layer of fog.

Even Yang Fang, who was born with night vision, could not see the situation underwater clearly.

Not to mention other people.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Manager Chen come back yet?"

"Is nothing going to happen?"

Several people lowered their voices and looked at each other, with uneasiness in their eyes.

Hearing this, Partridge Whistle, who was lying on the bridge pier and looking down, couldn't help but frown. Since Pingshan, he thought he had a complete understanding of Chen Yulou.

In front of others, he is as docile and humble as a good deer. When encountering problems, he is calm and cautious like a snake or dragon. However, when facing enemies, he always cuts the grass at its roots and is more cruel than a jackal. His talent for cultivation is one in a million.

The methods are numerous and unfathomable.

Be meticulous in dealing with people and doing things.

Never do anything without certainty.

Since you have taken the initiative to do this, you must have full confidence.

What's more, the Snake Mother is dead, and he really can't think of anything else in this ancient city that can threaten Chen Yulou's existence.

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Brother Chen's ability, how can you and I guess?"

After glancing at the few people, Partridge Whistle said in a deep voice.

"But……"

"Nothing but."

Yang Fang scratched his head. He thought that if it really didn't work, he could swim well and also had Night Vision, so he could go into the water to help Manager Chen. They could take care of each other, which was better than waiting so anxiously.

But the sentence was not finished yet.

He was interrupted by Partridge Whistle.

"hold on."

"Calculating the time, it should be soon..."

It seemed that he felt that his tone was a little too heavy.

Partridge Whistle added another sentence.

He knew exactly what Yang Fang meant.

However, the underwater environment was obscure and dangerous, and he was reckless by nature, so it was easy for him to get into trouble if he went into the water rashly.

Boom——

This sentence seemed like an unexpected omen.

Before he could utter these few short words, a loud bang like thunder suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Everyone's face changed and they subconsciously turned around to look in the direction of the voice.

In the lanterns.

The stone door that was integrated with the cliff suddenly opened slowly.

It was as if an invisible hand was pressing the door.

"The door is open?!"

"It's from the shopkeeper."

"No doubt about it, it must be Shopkeeper Chen."

When they saw the two tightly fitted door leaves move away to the sides, revealing a gap large enough for carriages to pass through, everyone's previous worries were swept away.

Followed by a dull loud bang.

The stone gate hit the cliff and stopped.

Dust and stone chips fell like rain.

The light from the lanterns in everyone's hands and the torches stuck in the surrounding cliffs shone through the cracks, squeezing the floating darkness inward little by little.

Whether outside the door or at the stone bridge in the distance.

At this moment.

Everyone subconsciously widened their eyes and stared at the door, not even daring to breathe loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

This ancient underground stone door holds too many secrets.

Now the veil is finally about to be lifted.

How could they resist their curiosity?

only……

When the flickering firelight dispels the darkness behind the door.

A tall and slender figure with calm features slowly walked out from it.

"Mr....Mr. Head?"

"Why is this the shopkeeper's?"

"Didn't he go under the bridge? Why did he appear behind the stone gate?"

The moment I saw Chen Yulou.

Everyone's pupils shrank and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Kunlun was a little dazed.

He glanced at Chen Yulou behind the door, then subconsciously looked down at the stone bridge.

"Yuan Hong?"

Pulling Yuan Hong aside, Kunlun looked at him with a frown.

The latter looked helpless.

He spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me. If I knew, I wouldn't be waiting here."

"Why, you don't recognize me after going down the underground river?"

Step out from the shadows.

Watching people's reactions of surprise or shock.

Chen Yulou couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

Hearing that gentle laughter, everyone finally came back to their senses. The roar of the mountains resounded all around, shaking the dust in the cracks of the cliff to fall down.

"Always have a mighty head!"

"The mountain master is mighty!"

In their understanding, the Xiangling faction has always been using big shovels and big hoes. If there is a stone gate blocking the way, they will break it down. If there is a big tree or a big wall, they will level the mountain.

If it were normal.

Who cares about the stone door and copper lock?

Just dig a few holes, fill them with gunpowder fuse, and blast them, and it's done. Why is it so troublesome?

But Xiangling is a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years after all.

Who is willing to admit that he is the same as those bandits and green forest bandits?

Just use brute force?

Now that the descendants of the Mojin and Xiangling factions are all here, they feel a sense of honor to see the shopkeeper open the stone door easily by himself.

"quick."

"Go and see."

The group of people on the stone bridge did not dare to delay any longer and quickly walked towards the stone gate.

After walking a few steps, the old foreigner seemed to notice something and subconsciously turned around to look at Una who was a few steps behind.

"Miss Una, what are you thinking about? Let's go."

"Oh...here he comes."

Oona nodded.

From the moment she passed through the underground tunnel, or to be more precise, from the moment she left the underground lake, everything had become extremely unfamiliar to her.

Even though she had been here before everyone else.

But the mystery and the unknown filled my entire mind.

Her sight, slightly obscured by her long hair, passed over the crowd and fell on the figure at the stone gate, her eyes full of amazement.

Recall this journey.

No matter what the situation is, it seems that he can never be stumped.

She finally understood why everyone had an almost blind trust in him.

Compared to myself, he seemed to be revisiting an old place.

Even for Ata, who possesses many shamanic skills, it would be difficult to open such a huge underground door in such a short time.

Needless to say.

Do you have the courage to face the unknown?

"The shopkeeper..."

When the group approached, Kunlun spoke subconsciously.

What he cared about was never the Queen's Palace or any ghost cave.

"I am fine."

Sensing the urgency in his tone, Chen Yulou simply shook his head.

Hearing this, Kunlun's heart finally settled down and he handed over the dragon scale sword.

Chen Yulou took it casually and put it behind his back.

A pair of eyes swept across everyone, as if they could see through everyone's thoughts, and took the initiative to explain.

"The ancients of Jingjue dug a waterfall underground, used the water to set up a mechanism, and connected the stone door with an iron lock. As long as the mechanism is pressed, the formation will naturally stop."

He said it simply.

But everyone knows that it is absolutely difficult to achieve.

Not to mention whether they can find the underground river and successfully enter the formation, how many people can find the center of the formation in such a short time and break this formation that has been maintained for thousands of years?

"Who is behind the door, Shopkeeper Chen?"

The old foreigner was still thinking about the ghost cave.

But when I looked up now, there was thick fog behind the door, like flowing ink, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"I do not know either."

"I have to go down and have a look."

Chen Yulou shook his head.

He just came up purely through a shortcut, and landed right on the ground the moment the door opened.

I really don't have time to go down and find out.

Even if I have a general idea in mind.

"Then what are you waiting for? With such momentum, even if it's not the palace of the Queen of Jingjue, it's at least the Dragon Tower Palace."

Yang Fang was eager to try.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou immediately waved his hand.

"Since Brother Yang Fang wants to take the lead, then you should do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fang's eyes lit up instantly, burning like fire, and he couldn't hide his surprise at all.

"really?"

Along the way, I hardly had many opportunities to take action.

But since entering Chenjiazhuang, not to mention food, clothing, housing and transportation, just a few words of guidance on cultivation from Chen Yulou and Queqiao Shao would be priceless in the martial arts world.

not to mention.

The Seven Star Horizontal Training Technique that I finally got.

I just mentioned it.

Shopkeeper Chen then arranged for Kunlun to teach personally.

If Yang Fang didn't do something for such a great favor, he would feel ashamed and would not have the face to stay any longer.

"Then, Shopkeeper Chen, I'm going!"

Seeing that he looked as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word, Chen Yulou could not help but smile helplessly.

"No hurries?"

"Let the old foreigner stay with you so that you can take care of each other."

"Yes, Shopkeeper Chen."

Without waiting for Yang Fang to speak, the old foreigner agreed directly, blocking his way out.

He brought up a lantern.

Holding mirror umbrella.

Pass Yang Fang and go straight through the stone gate.

He wanted to know more than anyone what was hidden in the darkness behind this door.

Without him.

Since entering Shuanghei Mountain and Jingjue Ancient City.

The deeper you go underground.

The red spot on the back of his neck was showing signs of a ghost curse erupting, becoming more and more alarming.

Last night, he went to sleep in the camp outside the city. He was even awakened by the feeling of palpitations in the middle of the night. He lifted up his clothes and looked in the mirror. The originally blurry mark was like a ghost's eye.

It was wriggling gently beneath the skin.

It seemed like it would pop out at any moment.

He was not afraid of death. He had seen too many people, including his parents, elders and clansmen, die from it. What he feared more was dying with endless regrets.

After many hardships.

I finally waited until today.

If he couldn't enter that ghost cave and take a look, he would never be able to rest in peace even if he died.

What's more, the Zhuchen Pearls predicted by the prophet have already been obtained by them.

perhaps……

After today.

There is no more such damn curse in the world.

"Hey, wait for me, kid."

Seeing the old foreigner walk out several meters away in the blink of an eye, Yang Fang's face became anxious. He dared not hesitate any longer. He borrowed a lantern from the waiter next to him and hurriedly chased after him.

Take one step across the stone gate.

A damp mist was blowing over us.

Before Yang Fang had time to think about it, he saw the old foreigner holding the lantern stopped.

Wait until he gets close.

Only then did they discover that under the cliff behind the stone gate, there was an extremely steep slope that extended outward endlessly, and the black fog seemed like it could be scooped up with just a stretch of the hand.

The light from the wind lantern can only illuminate a few meters at most.

Going further, the light was completely swallowed up.

"Yang Fang, come and take a look, can you find anything?"

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the old foreigner took the initiative to step aside and pointed to the depth of the slope and asked.

Seeing his solemn and serious expression, Yang Fang did not dare to joke and quickly looked down.

There seemed to be a clear light emerging in a pair of night eyes.

But he has not yet entered the state of cultivation, and has not specially practiced the Dharma Eyes and Spirit Eyes like Chen Yulou. At most, he can only see within a range of six or seven meters.

Going further ahead, all you can see is mist floating like willow catkins.

"We have to go down."

Yang Fang shook his head.

Seeing this, the old foreigner said directly, "Then you wait here, I'll go down and take a look."

Having said that, he walked down the slope carrying the lantern.

This scene scared Yang Fang. After all, he was also a descendant of the contemporary tomb raider. Although he was not as good as his master Jin Suanpan, he had been in the world for many years.

The situation under the tomb is clear.

This kind of narrow and long corridor tunnel is the easiest place to bury traps and hidden arrows.

Rushing into it rashly.

It's basically a dead end.

Normally he always felt that the old foreigner was young, but full of decadence, and was almost like his senior brother.

I didn't expect that I would be so reckless at this moment.

Grabbing his shoulders, Yang Fang frowned and cursed in a low voice.

"No, are you fucking crazy?"

"If there are ambushes, ghost slaves, quicksand above your head, and snakes hidden in the dark, how many of them do you think you can deal with?"

Hearing this, the old foreigner did not waver, but just opened the umbrella with a bang.

"That's not OK!"

Yang Fang followed closely with a lantern in his hand and raised the magic whip in his hand.

"I'll cover you, otherwise if something happens to you, I won't be able to explain to Yang Kuishou."

"also."

The old foreigner, who knew his character well, knew that he could not persuade him.

With someone covering the rear, the danger would indeed be reduced a lot, so I simply agreed.

The two of them were in tandem.

The lantern illuminated two solemn and cautious faces.

Compared to the previous stone hall, the air here was more humid. The mist blew towards me, quickly staining the ends of my hair and face towel with a light layer of water droplets.

The slope under your feet is even more slippery, and you will fall if you are not careful.

It took more than half a minute to walk along the way.

The ramp finally came to an end.

But the imagined ghost cave, underworld palace, and dragon tower palace did not appear.

There was a wide platform below me, surrounded by cliffs, and there was no way forward.

"Is this the thing behind the door?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Yang Fang looked around with the lamp in hand. He was incredulous at first, and then he could not help cursing in a low voice.

"No, Yang Fang, come, look over here."

the other side.

The old foreigner squatted on the edge of the platform, using the umbrella to lift the lantern as far as he could toward the cliff in front of him. The light flickered, clearly reflecting countless figures in the darkness.

They all stood there with a blank expression, not moving.

"Isn't it a stone figurine ghost slave?"

Yang Fang subconsciously looked down at the divine whip, only to find that the rune of extinction on the four-sided steel whip was motionless.

While he hesitated.

The old foreigner was extremely decisive. With a flick of his wrist, the wind lantern hooked by the umbrella fell with a bang and went straight into the depths of the cliff.

See this situation.

Yang Fang didn't dare to speak anymore. He leaned forward, his eyes following the lantern that was flickering in the wind and seemed like it would go out at any time.

First, there was an endless sight of hundreds of stone figures with huge pupils.

There was no time to come back to my senses.

The lantern seemed to hit the cliff and broke into countless pieces with a bang, and the light went out at that moment.

Deep night.

A huge coffin and countless gold and silver flashed by.