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

Darkness enveloped everything.

There was no light, no sound… and no sign of life.

All there is is endless coldness.

The bone-chilling cold makes people feel like they are in hell.

Chen Yulou walked in front holding a lantern, with one end of the plank road under him embedded in the crevice of the cliff and the other end hanging in the air.

The earth energy surging deep in the ghost cave.

Turned into a strong wind.

If you are not careful, you will be thrown into it.

The most terrifying thing is that this ghost place is full of moisture. In addition, after thousands of years, the plank road has long been decayed, and there is a crackling sound every time you take a step.

Walk in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is dancing on the edge of a knife.

It seems as if I will fall into a bottomless abyss in the next moment.

"Be careful."

After walking around half a circle, Chen Yulou suddenly stopped and reminded the people behind him. At the same time, he raised the lantern in his hand, and a niche was quickly reflected in the firelight.

Half a meter square.

In the middle of it there is a kneeling stone figure with an oil lamp on his head.

The wick had already burned out.

However, there was still a small handful of oil ashes remaining in the stone lamp.

Although it was covered with dust, you could still vaguely see that it was probably some animal fat.

Just a casual glance.

Chen Yulou continued to look at the stone man.

Compared with the stone statue on the altar above his head, both the knife skills and the craftsmanship are far inferior.

Rough and abstract.

It was just a rough carving of a human figure.

As for details such as facial features, appearance, clothing, and outfit, they are almost completely missing.

“It’s ancient enough.”

Seemed to notice his actions.

Several people gathered behind him.

They are all veterans in the tomb-robbing business. Even Kunlun, with his keen eyesight, can easily become a master appraiser in an antique shop in Changsha City.

One can tell the origin of the stone man at a glance.

Not to mention how valuable it is, but its age is extremely astonishing.

It is at least an ancient artifact from thousands of years ago.

"It's a bit weird. This style seems completely different from Jingjue."

The old foreigner frowned slightly and thought carefully about what he had seen along the way.

The most impressive thing is naturally the black temple.

Almost every floor from the first to the sixth has stone carvings representing their respective levels.

But even the stone sheep and slaves at the lowest level are carved to be lifelike.

It's far from being so shoddy.

"Could it be that you... left this lineage behind by our ancestors?"

Yang Fang's eyes flickered as he spoke thoughtfully.

According to the old foreigner, their lineage was once the masters of the Shuanghei Mountains.

However, due to certain reasons, they later moved from the Western Regions to the inland areas.

But he just finished speaking.

It was directly denied by Partridge Whistle.

"will not."

As this generation's mountain mover and the last patriarch of Zagrama, he possesses the Book of the Prophet and the Secret Record of Moving Mountains.

He is very clear.

The ancient sage did think about going deeper into the ghost cave at the beginning.

Take a peek at the secrets.

But the ghost cave was too deep, and the ancient people had limited means and could not enter it at all.

With the help of divination, he learned that there was a golden jade eye in the east that could shine through the ghost cave. That's why he ordered people to imitate it and use it to spy.

pity.

final result.

Not only did I not see the bottom of the ghost cave.

Instead, it opened the door to disaster and brought about a catastrophe for the tribe.

The ancient saint died because of this.

From the beginning to the end, no one has ever actually gone down into the ghost cave.

How could there be ruins left on half of the wall?

What's more, although the facial features of the stone man holding the lamp could not be seen clearly, his appearance was obviously different from that of their Zagrama clan.

I have to say something.

In his opinion, they were similar to the Sakas and Tocharians.

"Is there a possibility that these people are even older than the Jingjue people?"

While several people were arguing, Chen Yulou suddenly said.

"Ghost Cave Clan?"

Partridge Whistle's heart moved.

But then he thought of something and shook his head hesitantly.

"It shouldn't be."

"The prophet did leave a prophecy back then. Eight hundred years after his death, another group of people will appear in Shuanghei Mountain. They call themselves the Ghost Cave Clan."

"From the murals all over the ancient city, it is not difficult to guess that the Guidong tribe is actually the ancestor of the Jingjue people."

"It's a consistent style, so logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a big change in style, right?"

He spoke calmly about the past.

The analysis is very insightful.

"Could it be further forward?"

After he finished speaking, Chen Yulou continued.

"Further ahead?"

This time, not only Partridge Whistle, but also the old foreigner next to him was stunned.

You know, the Zagrama tribe migrated to the Twin Black Mountains from the distant European continent more than 4,000 years ago, just because they have always believed in the true God.

And according to the divination prophecies of the ancient sages.

The true God is at the foot of the Twin Black Mountains.

That era can almost be called ancient times. The mainland during the same period was still under the rule of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

According to historical records, the entire Chinese civilization is only about 5,000 years old at most.

Going further back, wouldn’t it be the ancient times?

A tribal group that eats raw meat and drinks blood and uses knotted ropes to record events.

If this is the case in the mainland, could it be that someone in the Western Regions thousands of miles away was the first to develop civilization?

"Look at this stone man. It is indeed very old, but isn't it too bizarre to say that it is five or six thousand years old?"

Partridge Whistle thought about it again and again, but finally couldn't help it and said with a frown.

The reason why he hesitated was that he was afraid that Chen Yulou might notice something.

But in his opinion, this possibility is extremely small.

"Yes, Shopkeeper Chen, thousands of years ago, it was still a primitive tribe. Could they really create such a stone man?"

“I also think it’s a little unlikely.”

Yang Fang and the old foreigner on the side spoke up one after another.

If it lasts for one or two thousand years, perhaps it is possible, but for thousands of years, in the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, how can there be any civilization?

Seeing that everyone looked puzzled, Chen Yulou just smiled.

The Snow Demon Kingdom is really in the ancient times.

Before the Zagrama clan arrived at the Shuanghei Mountains, they took the Snake God's Eye, the Zhuchen Pearl, from the Ghost Cave and established a huge regime in the Kunlun Mountains.

But it is still the Republic of China.

Archaeology had not even appeared yet, let alone geology, nature and scientific research. Even if he insisted on his own opinion, once the seeds of doubt were planted, it would be difficult to change them.

So, it’s better to wait until you reach the bottom of the cave.

When you see the relics and murals left behind by the people of the Demon Country, you will realize that seeing is believing and everything will become clear.

Didn't stop too much.

The group went deeper and deeper along the spiral staircase.

His attention was all on the people below him and around him, and he did not notice that a star-shaped stream of fire appeared high above the dark dome.

It turned out that he was summoned by Chen Yulou.

Following closely behind them came Luofu.

After nearly two months of free-range, and crossing the entire black desert, its eyes are now as sharp as an eagle's, and its feathers are like molten iron, with a deep metallic luster.

The most amazing thing is what's behind it.

The feather phoenix mirror was no longer as blurry as before.

On the contrary, it is clearly visible.

No one knows what it did alone in the vast desert during this period of time to cause such a horrible change.

Compared to before.

There is not much change in body shape.

But its appearance is becoming more and more like the legendary phoenix.

At this moment, it was standing on a protruding rock on the cliff, its sharp beak gently combing its colorful feathers, and its eyes casually sweeping below.

A pair of phoenix eyes seemed to be able to see through the darkness.

It landed accurately on a group of people on the plank road.

but……

Further down, even it couldn't see clearly.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier in the rolling black fog.

But as a great demon, Luofu's natural sensitivity to danger is far greater than that of ordinary people. In that endless darkness, it can clearly feel a great terror that penetrates its soul and blood.

That was an experience it had never had since it turned into a demon.

When the master called it over, he just told it to scout the enemy lines.

Since we want to plunder the enemy, fighting is inevitable.

However, the master has so many means and is so powerful that even it does not dare to say that it can catch up.

But you have to use such a solemn tone to remind me.

It is conceivable how terrifying the existence inside this abyss cave is.

After combing his feathers, Luofu spread his wings and glided down with the help of the wind flowing beneath him. All the demonic aura and phoenix fire were gathered away, and he fell down lightly like a fallen leaf.

There wasn't even a sound of breaking through the air.

I have been in the Black Desert for so long.

Luofu wasn't always having fun.

At least this method of staying in the air was learned from the two Tianshan eagles it captured.

Not long after.

A group of people appeared in its sight.

But except Chen Yulou.

No one on the plank road noticed its presence.

Even though the two are only twenty or thirty meters apart.

As the group went deeper, they discovered more and more ancient relics along the way, including cave niches, stone men, stone axes, and even crude stone paintings.

Just like the Black Mountain Stone Carvings they saw outside Yumen Pass.

However, compared to the latter, these are more rough, just a combination of lines, and the things recorded are also strange.

It seems as if the ancient people who built the plank road carved it casually during their spare time.

There is no specific meaning.

But the expressions of Partridge Whistle and the others became increasingly solemn.

Before writing was invented, murals were the best carrier, from which we can explore so many things.

The murals are ancient.

It seems to be getting closer to Chen Yulou's previous guess.

only……

how come?

A tribe that even the ancient sages did not understand.

Thousands of years ago, it existed in Shuanghei Mountain and even entered this ghost cave.

Now they can.

One is the advantage of the plank road that our ancestors did not have.

In addition, the gap in cognition spanning thousands of years cannot be made up by predictions.

And even so, Partridge Whistle never said anything.

The moment he stepped onto the plank road, he felt a fire burning behind his neck, an intense burning sensation, as if his whole body was filled with magma.

The blood is boiling and the heart is palpitating.

With every step deeper you go, the blood flows slower and slower, as if it were stagnant.

It felt to him that the long-hidden curse seemed to be ready to erupt at any time.

He didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of causing panic and making them worry.

Now it has come to this.

Even if the ghost curse really breaks out, he will never retreat even a single step. Otherwise, wouldn’t all the clan members who died because of the ghost curse over the past thousands of years have died in vain?

He secretly glanced at his junior fellow foreigner.

Seeing that he was walking with heavy steps, he would stop to catch his breath every time he walked a distance.

Partridge Whistle understood immediately.

The same goes for my junior fellow apprentice.

"Wait, Shopkeeper Chen, there seems to be some invisible bugs in this damn place. I've definitely been bitten."

While he was distracted.

Yang Fang, who was walking in the middle of the team, suddenly started cursing.

"Bug bites?"

Hear this.

Not only him, but even Chen Yulou, who was leading the group, stopped and looked over with a suspicious look on his face.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it just itches. After a while, I feel like my skin is going to break from scratching, but I can't press it down at all."

Yang Fang shook his head.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, several people realized the seriousness of the matter.

If there really are insects like the golden plankton hidden in this endless darkness, there is no way to guard against them.

Chen Yulou frowned, motioned for him to lift up his clothes, and raised the lantern in his hand over to him.

but……

Just a glance.

Everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost, and their faces turned pale and bloodless.

Under the flickering lights.

A ferocious eyeball suddenly appeared on Yang Fang's neck.

It looks as if it was carved with a knife.

It seems to grow out of flesh and blood.

There are still countless fingerprints around the eyeballs.

It was obvious that he had been caught.

"This……"

"Gudong!"

"how come?"

The eyeball was so real that everyone who saw it felt their scalp tingling and their whole body itchy.

"No, what is it?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Yang Fang, who was still lifting his clothes, turned around abruptly and glanced at several people with suspicion.

"Kunlun, take off your shirt too."

Chen Yulou frowned and did not respond. Instead, he looked at Kunlun and said in a low voice without hesitation.

"it is good."

See this situation.

Kunlun didn't dare to hesitate at all. He put down the lantern in his hand, quickly took off his robe, lifted up his shirt, revealing a strong and sturdy body that looked as if it had been tempered by thousands of hammers.

Even Yang Fang, who was also practicing horizontal training, was shocked when he saw that body.

But when his eyes swept across Kunlun's back.

The whole person froze for a moment.

On his vest, there was a lifelike eyeball as big as a fist.

It looks so real.

It seemed as if it would crawl out of the flesh and blood in the next moment and open its eyelids.

"this is not……"

Yang Fang gritted his teeth and exclaimed.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

It is clearly the eyeball totem seen along the way.

Why did this ghost thing appear on Kunlun...

wrong.

Thinking about the actions of several people just now.

He understood it all at once.

It's not just Kunlun, it should be the same behind me.

"It's a curse!"

Chen Yulou's pupils shrank slightly, and there was an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

This was indeed beyond his expectations.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke and turned his gaze to the two brothers of Partridge Whistle who were shocked and at a loss.

"Brother Dao, old foreigner brother, what Chen said is not wrong, right?"

"This is the curse that the Zagrama family has endured for thousands of years!"

"Yes."

Partridge Whistle smiled bitterly.

He motioned to the old foreigner to take off his robe and lower his head.

The hideous eyeball at the back of the neck, which looked like a living creature, was exposed to everyone.

"Ghost curse."

"The inevitable disasters and calamities have accompanied my clan for thousands of years."

These simple words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His stern face was as pale as gold paper, and his breathing became rapid.

"But... I don't understand."

"You are not from my tribe, so why are you also... entangled by the curse?"

I heard him mumbling to himself.

Chen Yulou pointed at the ground and the surroundings. The depths of his calm eyes were now as cold as frost.

“This is fate.”

“Once you enter this place, no one can escape.”

boom--

This statement was like a ignited bomb.

It instantly caused an uproar.

The atmosphere grew increasingly gloomy.

It feels like a rock pressing on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

"This ghost cave... is actually a channel connecting the imaginary space. Only by severing the connection between the two can the curse be resolved."