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

Under the illumination of several lights.

The scene outside gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

This is a large palace of the underworld that is hundreds of square meters in size.

The floor is paved with blue bricks, the dome is supported by columns, and the stone walls on all four sides are as smooth as mirrors. You can faintly see murals in gray and white tones, mostly depicting the sun, moon, stars, birds, beasts, insects, fish, and maids holding lamps.

Apart from that.

There is also a hexagonal stone platform on the ground.

Typical features of Tang tombs.

but……

There is no coffin in such a huge underworld palace.

Correct.

That's right.

Looking around, the hall was empty.

"how come?"

"The Underworld Palace is the hall of the dead. Could it be that some of my colleagues got there first and stole all the coffins?"

After seeing this scene, the old foreigner finally understood.

Why did Yang Fang appear so shocked?

You know, the ancients believed in treating death as life, and this rule has continued to this day. Anyone who has some wealth, after reaching the age of 50, or knows that they are in poor health, will ask a geomancer to find a Feng Shui spot for them in advance and set up a burial site.

Outside.

They will also prepare a coffin, shrouds, and select a few favorite items to be buried with the body in the coffin a hundred years later.

That is to say, after death, you can continue to use it in the underworld.

In fact, for many people, death is more important than life.

There are many rules and customs.

"Not too possible."

Chen Yulou, who came in first, shook his head. The sound echoed back and forth in the empty ground, making it sound a bit ethereal.

"The dragon veins in this place are deeply hidden, and the terrain is not obvious. Only masters like Jin Suanpan can see the clues. Ordinary local thieves can hardly detect the depth even if they pass by the temple."

"Besides... looking at the specifications of the Underworld Palace, we know that it is at least a royal tomb, and a triple coffin is common."

"If you want to move the entire coffin away, you probably have to lift the roof of the tomb, otherwise it will be impossible to move it away."

"……Too."

The old foreigner recalled.

Come all the way in.

Around Panshepo, except for the Dragon King Temple which has traces of earth-breaking, the other thousands of mountains and valleys were all carved out by rain erosion and cold wind.

The coffin is a dead object.

It's impossible for him to grow legs and run away.

"Manager Chen, this doesn't make sense. There is no coffin in the main hall. Could it be that this place is just an empty space from beginning to end?"

Yang Fang looked around in silence, and now seemed to come back to his senses.

"It's not right to fight in the air. Why do I feel that..." Partridge Whistle withdrew his gaze from the surrounding murals, "This Underworld Palace looks like it's only half-built?"

It stands to reason.

Tang tombs are famous for their luxury and grandeur.

Especially the tombs of kings and princes, which are painted with gold and colors, and have carved beams and painted buildings.

Even if the Feng Shui position is broken, affected by moisture or oxidation, the color will only become dull and lose the original luster of heavy ink and oil paint, and it will not be like it is now.

It's still in the sketching stage.

In other words, there was no coloring from beginning to end.

"No way."

Hear what he said.

Yang Fang and the other two looked at each other in surprise.

The underworld palace alone is of such an astonishing scale, one can imagine what the entire tomb would be like.

unless……

When the tomb was halfway built, something happened that was beyond human control and the construction had to be interrupted.

For example, the throne of a king or a prince was stripped, and he was demoted from being high and mighty to being a commoner.

His social status and position had plummeted, so naturally he could no longer use this kind of burial specifications.

Either the country will be destroyed or there will be a natural disaster.

All in all, apart from these, they really couldn't think of any other possibilities.

"Whether it is or not, just keep looking and you will naturally find clues."

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

While talking.

Holding the lantern, he walked straight towards the depths of the Underworld Palace.

All the way to the bottom of the stone wall, in the swaying light, the murals became clearer and clearer. In addition to the sun, moon and stars, the main body was thirteen maids surrounding the surroundings.

Either holding a brocade box or a jade pot.

There were also people holding golden lanterns and silver cups, and playing the zither and the harp.

Each of them has a plump figure, which is in line with the Tang Dynasty concept that fat is beautiful for women.

Seeing this scene, several people were even more amazed. The mural clearly showed a Tang Dynasty court scroll. The identity of the tomb owner might be higher than they imagined.

Moreover, it is very likely a woman.

Either a princess or a concubine.

While the others were admiring the murals, Yang Fang went to the hexagonal altar and took a look. This kind of stone platform was usually used to place the six kinds of fine jades, namely, Cong, Gui, Zhang, Bi, Hu and Huang, and was a ritual vessel.

But at the moment, the altar was empty.

There was nothing to see except a thick layer of dust.

"Shopkeeper, there is a stone door here."

Kunlun had no interest in those line-drawn murals, so he walked around with a lantern, blazing a trail for everyone.

Wait until he passes between the two altars.

Only then did I realize that there was a door standing in the shadow of the high stone wall behind me.

This is not unexpected.

Because they entered the underworld palace, which belonged to the rear hall according to the tomb layout. Naturally, there was also the front hall, and even the courtyard, wing rooms, and left and right ear chambers.

really.

Go through the stone gate.

An even more astonishing palace appeared outside of everyone.

Just like an ancient palace.

The four walls are built with huge stone slabs, the gaps are filled with iron mortar and reinforced with iron bars.

The scale alone was far beyond anything they had ever seen before.

but……

the strange thing is.

This place is just like the Underworld Palace, with only a frame, and is obviously only half completed.

"This is fucking weird. Could it be that some unlucky prince from the late Tang Dynasty had his country destroyed and his family ruined?"

Yang Fang's eyebrows twitched as he watched.

I just feel that if you immerse yourself in tomb robbing for too long, you will encounter all kinds of strange things.

"Shh...Listen!"

He just finished muttering.

Then they saw Chen Yulou, who was in the front, suddenly turned around and made a gesture to them to keep quiet.

hiss--

Seeing this, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Several people subconsciously held their breath.

In an instant, not only did the arguing cease, but even breathing and heartbeats were suppressed, and the entire front hall fell into deathly silence.

Yang Fang pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Soon, a gurgling sound came from the depths of the darkness, which sounded like the gurgling of water in an underground river, but he denied the thought as soon as it came to his mind.

It is about one or two hundred meters from the outer wall to here.

Even if the mountain is hollow and sound can easily travel, it shouldn't be so clear.

The key is.

In the gurgling sound of water, there seemed to be an indescribable noise.

Just like...

Yang Fang thought hard.

Finally, a picture came to mind.

By the floating ice of the Yellow River, several horses carefully drank water to quench their thirst.

As for why not other streams or rivers.

Of course, the waters of the Yellow River are dangerous.

The old horse has a keen sense of smell and will always be alert to every move outside even when drinking water.

"There is evil spirit!"

But before he could open his mouth, he discussed his thoughts with the old foreigner next to him.

I heard the cold voice of Partridge Whistle coming from not far away.

Demonic spirit? !

Yang Fang's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously grabbed the whip with his backhand.

He looked around in surprise.

Where does the evil spirit come from in this damn place?

However, having known Partridge Whistle for such a long time, Yang Fang knew very well that this mountain-moving leader never spoke nonsense. Since he opened his mouth, he must be absolutely sure of what he is saying.

"Extinguishing!"

"Hold your breath!"

The source of the evil spirit has not yet been detected.

Chen Yulou's calm voice sounded.

Without any hesitation, Yang Fang quickly pulled the glass cover outside the lantern. There was a slight click and the flickering flame was extinguished instantly.

The same was true for Kunlun and the old foreigner next to them.

Without light, it was pitch dark all around.

"Come with me."

Chen Yulou greeted him, a golden light gleaming in the depths of his deep eyes.

It starts from the moment you step into this room.

He sensed a faint demonic aura.

Now that Partridge Whistle had discovered him, he said no more. He just called out, lightly tapped his toes, and his figure was like a wisp of green smoke, cutting through the darkness and heading straight to the right front.

In the main hall.

There are at least a dozen stone pillars standing there.

You can still vaguely see the reliefs, mostly of people, mountains and rivers, as well as the sun, moon, wind and snow, twined flowers, and ancient pines.

However, at this moment, Chen Yulou just glanced at it casually and did not look at it any further. His aura, like a gossamer thread, was always swaying and locking onto the evil spirit.

The most terrifying thing about Longling Tomb is not the ghost tomb but the black monster with a human face.

Instead, it is a maze-like cave.

Once you mistakenly enter it, there is a danger of being trapped in the maze even if you separate your consciousness.

But right now...it seems that there are not so many concerns.

Before, when he went to Pingshan and Zhalongshan, his best thing was fishing, and with that one trick he was able to make a living everywhere, so naturally he planned to try it again.

But it's slightly different from the previous two times.

This time it's not just about fishing.

To be precise, it is used to place bait.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Chen Yulou stopped and hid himself behind a pillar.

Soon, Partridge Whistle and his men followed.

In the night, the breathing of several people was steady, and the gurgling sound of water before was now as loud as a mountain spring.

Looking over the pillars, I saw a spring standing on the ground three or four meters ahead, still gushing out water.

The spring was paved with blue bricks and built into the style of an ancient well.

As the spring water gurgled out.

A clear and pure dragon energy from the earth also spread everywhere.

"This is... internal depression."

Partridge Whistle's heart skipped a beat and his pupils shrank slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Nei Zang Yu is also known as coffin surge.

It is extremely rare in Feng Shui.

There is a spring in the cave, with water flowing continuously and maintaining the same size all year round. It neither overflows nor dries up. Its source is from the sky and the water is like waves, so it is believed to be a symbol of storage.

If a girl is buried there, she will bring blessings to her descendants.

The reason why he could recognize it at a glance, besides because it was recorded in the sixteen characters, was also because he had heard Elder Chen say it once when he was in Wuku Temple.

It was a barren mountain outside Luoyang back then.

What he and Tiemotou encountered was the surge of coffins.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Although he figured out the feng shui and terrain, he was unable to see the mechanism and the device in the tomb.

"and many more……"

He has not yet recovered from the shock of seeing Nei Zangxu's Feng Shui eyes.

Partridge Whistle suddenly felt something was not right.

The spiritual energy hidden in the body dissipates.

What about the evil spirit from before?

With a frown on his face, he glanced around the spring.

The next moment, his face froze.

In the darkness at the eastern edge of the ancient spring well, a huge pale face appeared in the air at some point.

The face was almost indistinguishable from that of a human.

Facial features, cheeks, eyebrows, and jaw.

But it was a little too big, like a giant millstone, and... lifeless, with an indescribable weirdness and spookiness.

My eyes followed that face and continued to look around.

The dark figure seemed to blend into the darkness, but with his extraordinary eyesight, he could still vaguely see a bug body that looked like a hill.

There is a row of long limbs under the belly, stepping on the edge of the well.

The mouthparts face the internal organs.

like a statue.

This scene was so familiar that Partridge Whistle's heart sank and several images flashed through his mind in an instant.

On the top of Pingshan Mountain, the old ape and the mountain scorpion leaned on the purple gold coffin to steal the corpse's qi.

And under the ancient city of Jingjue, those golden mayflies are densely packed on the Kunlun sacred tree to eat the juice.

The human-faced monster at the moment was clearly devouring the spiritual energy gushing out from its inner body.

No wonder the demonic aura seemed to be elusive. At the moment, it was in a state of meditation. If one did not observe carefully, one could hardly feel any fluctuations.

When he noticed something strange outside the spring.

The three old foreigners behind him clearly noticed something, and their auras fluctuated for a moment. Fortunately, the three of them were veterans in the world, and although they were shocked by the strangeness of the monster, they did not show it.

now.

Several of them resisted the urge to take action, their eyes fixed on Chen Yulou, waiting for his next move.

but……

No one expected it.

He, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took action.

His fingers were like swords, an invisible yet extremely sharp sword energy, like a ray of white light that split the yin and yang of the night, tearing through the darkness and heading straight for the monster.

Zheng!

The monster was so absorbed in consuming spiritual energy that it was oblivious to anything that was happening outside of it.

Until the sword energy approached.

A deep scar that could be seen to the bone was left on its body that looked like it was cast in molten iron, and smelly blood splattered everywhere. It finally came to its senses, let out a cry, and then jumped up, and escaped more than ten meters away like a spring.

"What the hell?"

"It looks like... a spider or some insect."

Seeing this sudden scene, the old foreigner had already taken out the bow in his hand, drew the bow and put the arrow on it. The buzzing sound of the string was like a violent storm, resounding endlessly.

But Chen Yulou raised his hand to hold him down and shook his head at him.

"Don't worry, you shot it dead with this arrow."

"Where can I find another guide?"

The old foreigner was stunned for a moment, but he still put down the bow and said, "Manager Chen, what on earth is that?"

See him and ask.

The others also looked over.

"A black worm with a human face."

"A giant spider with a human face."

Chen Yulou knew them all by heart, "Be careful, this thing is highly poisonous, just follow it from a distance."

"it is good."

After silently memorizing the somewhat difficult-to-pronounce name, the group did not dare to hesitate. They followed the blood and energy left by it, exerted their full strength to stimulate their Qi, and quickly caught up with it.

Chen Yulou was the fastest and also the most leisurely.

He had very good control over the sword energy just now, which would only seriously injure it, but it would not die for a while.

Walking through the underworld.

The monster was injured and was dragging its broken body towards its lair like a madman.

have to say.

It's simple when someone leads the way.

Once you pass the Hades Palace, you'll see countless tunnels and holes crisscrossing the mountain. They're so densely packed and interconnected that it's even more terrifying than a maze.

A full half-quarter of an hour later.

The monster dived into a tunnel. Not long after, there was a loud bang, as if it fell and hit something.

Chen Yulou took the lead to catch up.

After walking a few steps, I discovered with the help of the lamp in my hand that the tunnel in front was divided into three parts.

Under the firelight, there were still dark bloodstains on one of the paths. It was obvious that the monster had escaped from the front. He walked forward a few steps with the lantern in hand, and there was a cliff at the end.

In the bottomless darkness.

The blood is soaring.

Faintly, one could hear the sounds of gnawing and scrambling for food.

"It looks like there's a nest down there."

"The human-faced spider was eaten by its own kind."

Although I couldn't see clearly what was going on below, I could guess it.

His voice was calm, but Yang Fang and the others had serious expressions. The noise below was so creepy that it felt like they were falling into an icy cave.

"Choose one from two, guys."

"Which way to go?"