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

A moment later.

Everyone, including Chen Yulou, frowned, raised the torches in their hands with an unsightly look, and forced their eyes away from the rock paintings.

The atmosphere was silent and depressing.

There were even sounds of people gasping for air.

The huge stone wall is densely covered with ancient primitive murals, the paint of which has long since peeled off, leaving only a few remnants.

But the content of the murals is extremely clear.

Locusts covered the sky, mountain torrents broke out, fire fell from the sky, the sky collapsed and rain fell, earth dragons turned over and mountains collapsed, demons led beasts to eat people...

Each painting depicts a hellish scene similar to the end of the world.

Even though they were well-informed, they were still disturbed by the content, as if there was a stone pressing on their chest and they couldn't breathe.

"Is this the wrath of the gods, sending down punishment?"

After a long time.

Then a weak voice was heard.

Yang Fang, who has always been carefree, didn't dare to talk nonsense at this moment, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in heaven!

"It should be a natural disaster from ancient times."

Chen Yulou responded casually.

These rock paintings are extremely ancient, with a history of at least several thousand years, and perhaps even before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

People at that time still lived a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Even a heavy rain would be a devastating disaster for them.

and.

If I remember correctly, the land of Shu was plagued by disasters in ancient times. It was not until successive dynasties built water conservancy projects, opened up mountains and built rivers, and guided the water that it gradually became the land of abundance it is today.

Hear this.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

For them, the Shang, Zhou and Spring and Autumn Periods recorded in ancient books were already too long ago to be imagined, and as for the Tang, Yu, Xia and Qi dynasties, they only existed in legends.

Therefore, they simply could not imagine the ancient times that Chen Yulou talked about.

It is also difficult to have an accurate concept.

In addition, after finally escaping from those purgatory-like scenes, the sky had already darkened completely, and the last ray of light was swallowed up by the black fog.

The bird path under my feet became increasingly steep, and I could only move forward step by step, sticking to the rock wall.

The damage done to the cliffs by wind and rain.

Use a little more force.

Large pieces of sandstone and rock fell down with a loud noise.

It took a long time before an echo was heard, and even the sound of falling rocks was swallowed up by the darkness.

The surroundings were vast and boundless, and all that came into view was thick smoke and fog. It was like walking on top of the clouds. There was no way to tell east, south, west or north, and there was no room for distraction at all.

"Find the stone gate first."

Chen Yulou decisively gave up thinking about the murals.

He took the lead, holding a lantern, and after a few jumps, he appeared at the end of the bird path ahead.

That piece of cliff was peeled off in one piece.

The ancient plank road was also broken into two parts.

His eyebrows twitched as he saw this. As he was hesitating, he heard a rustling sound of footsteps behind him. Turning back, he saw a white figure squatting on the ground, its eyes reflecting the bright color of a glass lamp in the firelight.

There is a faint hint of gold.

Seeing that he noticed him, the white ape stepped forward, grabbed a vine hanging above his head, and with a slight shake, his body crossed the broken bridge under him and appeared on the stone on the opposite bank.

Then he pointed to the side close to the cliff.

Then, he disappeared from Chen Yulou's sight.

After a while.

When it appeared again, it had a piece of gravel in its hand and was shaking it back and forth at him, making a squeaking sound.

Seems to be reminding something.

Chen Yulou looked intently in the flickering firelight.

next moment.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

There were clearly several patterns carved on the stone.

It is not like Yunlei, Taotie and Fangsheng, but the earlier Pu Wen.

It is the mark left by pressing down hard with knotted ropes on tiles, jade, copper and iron objects. Because it resembles a futon, it is called futon pattern.

This kind of decoration appeared in ancient times.

It is also one of the earliest types of decoration.

can find it.

This means...that the place where the white ape just disappeared must have traces of ancient human activities.

"Old foreigner brother."

"Sky-piercing rope!"

Think about this.

Without even thinking, Chen Yulou held up the lantern and shouted to the people behind him.

The old foreigner did not hesitate. He quickly took out the sky-piercing rope from his backpack, rolled it into a ball, and then threw it out with force.

"Yes, Manager Chen."

There was a loud sound of breaking wind.

Chen Yulou successfully got the Sky-piercing Rope. With a flick of his wrist, the more than ten-meter-long rope was instantly released. He swung it a few times in his hand, and then threw it towards an ancient pine tree that grew out of the rock above his head.

I saw a cold light passing by.

The hook at the end of the rope was accurately wrapped around the treetop, like the fingers of a finger, and it was instantly immersed in the tree trunk.

Tried a few times.

Make sure it is strong enough to support the weight of a group of people.

Only then did he leap over.

Partridge Whistle followed closely behind, followed by Feng Sibei, Hua Ling, Hong Girl, Kunlun and Yuan Hong.

Yang Fang and the old foreigner were at the end.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, protected Bai Banla as he passed through the half wall.

Wait for others to land.

My legs couldn't help but go weak and I almost collapsed to the ground.

It’s no wonder that he is so incompetent. Any one of the people who accompanied him is a giant in the martial arts world or a high-ranking cultivator in the world.

And he was before that.

At most, I only spent a few years in the Ni'er Club, doing the lowest-level jobs.

In addition, he had been traveling almost non-stop without sleeping, which had already exhausted his physical strength. It was a rare opportunity for him to be able to hold on until this moment.

"Take a break."

"Come, have a drink to warm yourself up."

Yang Fang patted his shoulder, then took off the wine gourd from his waist and handed it to him.

What's inside is monkey wine brewed by Yuan Hong.

Not only are more than ten kinds of wild fruits from Junshan Island added, but several kinds of qi-replenishing, blood-nourishing, mind-refreshing and soul-soothing medicines are also soaked in it.

Normally he couldn't bear to drink it himself.

After all, he only had a few ounces in total.

That is to say, it was because Bai Banla was the descendant of Qiu Tianguan, and also, Yang Fang saw another side of himself in him.

It wasn’t Master Meng who saved me back then.

Even if I survived.

Now he is probably at the bottom of the society.

Do some despicable and low-level things to make a living.

"Thank you."

Bai Banla no longer had the energy to be polite with him.

He took the gourd, pulled out the cork, tilted his head back and took a sip. As the clear wine entered his throat, a powerful and scalding hot current instantly exploded in his limbs and meridians.

"Don't vomit. Find a place to sit down and wait for the medicinal wine to slowly digest."

As soon as he saw that he was about to open his mouth, Yang Fang immediately grabbed Bai Banla and pushed him to sit against the stone wall next to him. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and let the alcohol rush through his body.

And after the initial pain.

Soon, the effect of the medicine spread, and Bai Banla felt warm all over, as if a warmth was flowing in his bones.

During these years of wandering around the world.

Leaving behind a body of hidden injuries and old illnesses.

But at this moment, he could clearly feel that those old wounds were slowly dissipating.

The whole body feels comfortable and all limbs are unobstructed.

The fatigue from climbing all the way up the mountain was swept away.

"How about it?"

Seeing the surprise in his eyes when he opened them, Yang Fang knew that he had noticed the benefit.

"Good stuff, Brother Yang Fang, what kind of wine is this?"

"I've traveled a lot for many years, how come I've never heard of it?"

The corners of Baibanla's mouth were almost stretched to the back of his ears.

Who could have imagined that all these old illnesses and injuries could be cured with just a sip of wine.

"of course."

"This is a good thing that is worth more than gold."

Seeing that the group had left one after another, Yang Fang did not have time to explain too much. He just put away the wine gourd like a treasure and greeted Bai Banla.

"gone."

The two of them were in tandem.

Holding the torch, he moved forward step by step along the stone wall.

A moment later, a magnificent stone door appeared in front of the two people. It was more than ten feet high and had not been opened for an unknown period of time. The door was covered with a thick layer of dust, but it could not conceal the hideous black sheep reliefs on the stone door.

Don't know why.

Looking at the huge door in front of me.

Bai Banla always felt it was indescribably eerie and terrifying.

Plus the terrifying rock paintings we saw along the way.

It seems that as long as this door is pushed open, the passage to hell will open.

Forcing himself to look away from the black sheep and strange beasts, he took a few deep breaths and tried his best to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind. This was his first time robbing a tomb since he was in his mother's womb.

Many emotions such as excitement, fear and uneasiness are intertwined in my mind.

I stood on tiptoe and took a look.

Shopkeeper Chen and a few others at the front were holding lanterns, discussing something. Bai Banla didn't dare to say anything and just waited quietly. After a while, a creaking sound suddenly rang out.

He looked up quickly, and saw that the huge door in front of him, which seemed to separate yin and yang, was actually being pushed inwards little by little.

Until two loud bangs were heard.

The door is open.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

Bai Banla hurriedly pulled up the black scarf around his neck to cover his mouth and nose, and put his hands in front of his eyes. When the smoke and dust cleared and he opened his eyes again, he saw a hollowed-out mountain behind the door.

The fog was thick.

It's so dark that you can't even see your fingers.

Kunlun and the old foreigner who were exploring the way had already entered with lanterns in hand.

The flames that could not be extinguished by the wind flickered in the thick fog, just like the lotus lanterns set off during the Ghost Festival.

The lights could only illuminate an area of ​​three to five meters around them before being swallowed by the black fog, making it impossible to see the exact size of the cave.

The two explorers paused for a moment.

Something seemed to come to mind.

There was a rustling noise.

Soon, Bai Banla saw a firework rising into the sky. The phosphorescence ignited when it met the air, illuminating the cave with a white glow, mixed with a pungent smell, which made him cry uncontrollably.

He seemed to hear Yang Fang beside him say "phosphorus tube" or something.

Then I was brought back to my senses by a burst of exclamations.

Regardless of the tears streaming down his face, Bai Banla stared with wide eyes.

In the belly of the mountain as big as an abyss, there were countless figures standing densely packed. A corridor meandered forward from behind a stone gate and went deep underground.

Those figures all had sheep heads and human bodies, with wooden expressions, looking indescribably strange.

Separated on both sides of the corridor.

Going further, at the end of the corridor, there is a stone wall lying horizontally, deep and damp, and below it is a huge stone table.

Countless white bones can be vaguely seen.

Even though they were a hundred meters apart, Bai Banla seemed to be able to smell a strong smell of blood coming towards him.

My stomach twisted and lurched.

The strong stomach acid almost surged up his throat, and the burning sensation made him extremely uncomfortable.

but……

In a fleeting glimpse.

It was like a basin of freezing cold water was poured over my head.

It made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

Behind the chopping board covered with dry bones, rotten meat and skulls, a tall figure appeared and disappeared.

Completely different from the stone men standing on both sides of the corridor.

There was not a trace of dullness in it, but rather an indescribable sharpness. However, its facial features could not be seen clearly, only a pair of cold eyes staring at it.

It seemed to be wearing a bronze mask.

This idea just came up.

Bai Banla saw a group of people crowded at the door, all with surprise on their faces, and then they rushed in.

"What are you standing there for? Come on, this is the mausoleum of the Black Sheep King. Why don't you go and take a look at the excitement?"

Just when he was at a loss.

Bai Banla suddenly felt someone pulling him.

Looking down, Yang Fang in front of him had burning eyes and a face full of excitement as he explained to him.

"The Black Sheep King..."

"Is it the mountain monster whose head was chopped off that was rumored in Wuxi Town?"

Bai Banla was shocked.

Without any hesitation, he quickly chased after Yang Fang.

He trotted along the path on the ground, heading deep into the mountain.

He finally caught up with the group.

But found...

Yang Fang, who took a step forward, took off the magic whip from his waist. The others also had solemn expressions. The old foreigner jumped onto a bluestone next to him in three or two steps, drew his bow and arrow, and a faint cold light reflected from the arrow.

From inexplicable excitement to murderous intent.

Just the blink of an eye.

Bai Banla didn't even know what was going on.

He was the last one to fall behind, and he stood on tiptoe desperately. Then he heard Partridge Whistle speak coldly with a gloomy face.

“It’s a human chair.”

"There are probably hundreds of female corpses being sacrificed here!"