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

After a while.

Chen Yulou held a lantern and stood in front of the dark cave.

Can't tell how deep it is.

But one could clearly feel that a cold wind was blowing out from deep in the cave.

There are still traces of corrosion from corpses and blood all around, and faintly visible are large square pillar-like sleepers, stacked up layer upon layer like a mountain, giving it a somewhat Huangchangtichai-like feel.

However, after the Han Dynasty, Huangchangtichou has disappeared from ancient tombs.

Dixian Village was built in the late Ming Dynasty, so it is naturally difficult to see it here.

“It looks like a corridor.”

"wrong……"

Yang Fang did a hanging posture, with his toes hooked on the edge of the cave entrance, the string of the wind lantern in his mouth, and his whole body reaching deep into the cave, his night eyes scanning around.

A cold wind blew on my face, and the stench of decay filled my nose.

The tunnel beneath him was narrow and deep, but after looking over a few dozen steps, he could clearly feel that the speed of the Yin Qi flow had increased a lot. He could also vaguely see a black shadow in the shape of a sarcophagus, which made his heart skip a beat.

"It should be a tomb!"

"Tomb?"

"Could it be Feng Shigu's mausoleum?"

"How could it be so smooth? Why do I feel like something is not right?"

"No matter what it is, Yang Fang, go take a look and you'll find out, right?"

Hearing this, the people outside the cave immediately became excited.

If the coffin is not opened, how could it be the work of a tomb robber?

"What do you think, Shopkeeper Chen?"

Seeing everyone arguing, Feng Sibei always felt that things were going too smoothly. He frowned and subconsciously looked to the side.

He didn't even realize it, but he had unknowingly handed the decision-making power to Chen Yulou.

"The more you think, the more confused you become."

"Less planning means more stability."

Chen Yulou shrugged, "According to Chen's idea, just go ahead and stop the enemy with our troops and block the water with earth."

"what?"

Feng Sibei was stunned.

He thought that Manager Chen would plan before taking action and might be more cautious, but he didn't expect that his words were even more radical than those of Yang Fang and the other young men.

"Why don't we use the paper armor to explore the way first?"

Feng Sibei thought about his wording before speaking softly.

"After all, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Accustomed to being cautious, he was also worried that he might be overthinking and wasting time.

So after hesitating for a moment, Feng Sibei added, "Of course, it's still up to Shopkeeper Chen to make the decision."

"Just do as the Taoist Priest wishes."

Chen Yulou looked indifferent. To him, the only troublesome things in the entire Earth Immortal Village tomb were the demon armor and the corpse immortals. Now that the demon armor had been broken and the corpse immortals had not come out, there was no need to be so cautious.

But there is nothing wrong with Feng Sibei doing this.

There are countless tombs under the Dixian Village. After hundreds of years of evolution, God knows what is hidden underneath.

"it is good."

Hearing this, Feng Sibei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Without wasting any time, he quickly took out a set of paper armor from his sleeve, which amounted to six or seven pieces. He muttered something and then raised his finger. In an instant, two pieces of yellow paper flew out from his hand.

It grows in the wind and takes root.

The paper man became full at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All five senses and limbs are intact, almost the same as those of ordinary people.

The only difference was that there was no life in those two pale faces, they were wooden and dead, just like the paper figurines standing in the mourning hall, looking indescribably eerie and terrifying.

Partridge Whistle and his companions had seen the paper armor technique when they were in Zhalong Mountain, so they were not surprised at this moment.

But it was the first time that Yang Fang saw this thing.

I just felt indescribable surprise.

If the paper figure wasn't so strange and hard to identify, he would have wanted to go up and pinch it a few times.

After summoning the paper man, Feng Sibei still had no intention of stopping. He took out writing brush and ink from his bag. The small wolf-hair brush was sharp, but the ink box was filled not with ink, but cinnabar mud that was as red as blood.

Hold the ink pen in your hand and press it lightly into the cinnabar mud.

Then he walked closer to the two paper figures and tapped each of their lifeless eyes.

hum-

Almost the moment it was clicked.

The paper man, which had been motionless and silent, seemed to come alive all of a sudden. Except for its face which was as pale as paper as always, its five orifices seemed to have become spiritual.

Then they jumped one after another into the depths of the cave.

"This……"

"The finishing touch?"

"What a magical technique!"

Seeing this scene, even Chen Yulou couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I thought I had mastered the art of paper armor.

But when comparing himself with Feng Sibei, he realized that there was a huge gap between the two.

No wonder there is a folk saying that paper figures and paper horses must never be painted with the eyes easily, otherwise they will come to life as soon as you put pen to paper.

He was like this, and the others were even more amazed. Who could have expected that a piece of paper armor, only the size of a palm, could actually walk and move like a living person in the end.

"Manager Chen, doesn't Taoism also have a spell to turn scattered beans into soldiers? Which of these two is stronger?"

Yang Fang quietly moved to the side of Chen Yulou at some point and asked in a low voice.

"Why? You want to learn?"

Chen Yulou smiled meaningfully.

The boy's eyes were wide open, and he was obviously moved.

Hearing this, Yang Fang just grinned and rubbed his hands. His silence revealed his true thoughts.

"Don't worry, wait until this is over, and I'll ask for you."

"As for the method of turning beans into soldiers, it depends on luck. Maybe your sworn brother can do it."

Yang Fang and his sworn brother.

The one he was referring to was naturally the god of disaster, Cui Laodao.

He had been hanging out with all kinds of people and all kinds of gangs for years. In addition, Tianjin had been a place with a lot of unorthodox practices and evil arts since ancient times. The most important thing was that he had a very upright background.

As the ancestral home of Taoism, Longhu Mountain has an unimaginable profound cultural heritage and complete inheritance.

Taoist Cui was a guy who could even peek at the Heavenly Book. It was not surprising that he had secretly learned a few Taoist tricks during his years in the mountains.

"he?"

Yang Fang was startled.

He really hadn't thought about this.

When they met each other that year, what impressed him most was that Taoist Cui was very mysterious. He had to consult a divination before doing anything, but he was always able to get his predictions right.

Think about it this way.

It seems really possible.

It was just a doubt at first, but the more Yang Fang thought about it, the more he felt there was hope.

"It's a deal, Shopkeeper Chen. Don't forget to ask the Taoist priest for me later."

"Don't worry."

Chen Yulou smiled helplessly, then stuck out his lips at Feng Sibei.

While talking.

He, who had originally closed his eyes and concentrated on controlling the paper armor, has now turned around with a serious look on his face.

"Quiver, hidden fire, bronze ox and wooden horse, thousand-pound stone top."

"Everyone, this tomb below is not an ordinary place."

With the help of the paper man, he clearly saw that in the small tomb at the end of the corridor, there were numerous mechanisms and locks, all of which were sharp weapons that could kill people invisibly.

The slightest negligence will result in being pierced by thousands of arrows and destroyed by countless destruction.

"So cruel?"

After hearing this, the faces of the few people who were originally eager to fight suddenly turned ugly.

In narrow terrain, fire and arrows are almost invincible.

The most terrifying thing is.

Once the fire spreads to the Cannon Temple above, the gunpowder buried inside will be ignited, which will be enough to cause the entire Earth Immortal Village to collapse and turn into complete ruins.

"We can't just turn a blind eye to this, right?"

"What's the fuss? We have all come through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. These are just some mechanical devices. I will lead with the diamond umbrella, which is enough to offset the arrow box beacon fire."

Yang Fang was quite casual.

With the support of the Vajra Umbrella and a group of people as his backup, he dares to go to not only a mere tomb, but even the hell.

"Brother Yang Fang is right."

"Now that we're here, we can't miss it."

Chen Yulou looked at him with appreciation. Apart from anything else, this kid's personality was really to his liking.

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Both Brother Queqiao Shao nodded.

They didn't have much purpose for this trip, they were just invited by Chen Yulou and also wanted to broaden their horizons.

As for Kunlun and Yuan Hong, they followed his lead and regarded everything he said as their guiding principle, without any refusal or hesitation.

Seeing this, Feng Sibei didn't say anything more. "In this case, then I'll listen to Shopkeeper Chen."

Chen Yulou did not hesitate and divided the work simply and clearly.

Yang Fang and the old foreigner took the lead.

In fact, the Vajra umbrella is the main one, and the mirror umbrella is the auxiliary one.

As long as it's not quicksand or a hidden formation with a flip board, with their strength, they should be able to break in easily.

Partridge Whistle and Feng Sibei were in the middle, while he, Kunlun and Yuan Hong were responsible for the rear.

Once the gate is closed, with the two of them there, they will be able to react in an instant. They won't be able to break the stone gate, but they can hold it together and buy time for those who are moving forward to evacuate. There will be absolutely no problem.

Hear him out.

Several people nodded in agreement.

After a little preparation, Yang Fang jumped down with a lantern hanging on his shoulder. The moment he landed, the Vajra umbrella in his hand opened with a bang, protecting himself.

After he stopped, the old foreigner did not hesitate and quickly chased after him.

The cave was pitch black, with gusts of cold wind. In addition, there was an indescribable aura of death. Looking from a distance with the help of the lamp, two white shadows could be vaguely seen standing in the black fog.

It was the paper figure that had gone down the ladder first.

At this moment, they just stood there quietly, giving off an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"Walk."

Yang Fang didn't delay at all, he crouched down and quickly leaned forward.

Not long after, he heard a series of thuds of footfall behind him. Even without looking back, he could guess that it was Partridge Whistle and the others coming down.

Wait until everyone in the group has left.

Chen Yulou suddenly turned around and glanced at Kunlun, "It's almost time, let Wuyi out."

"Wu Yi?"

Kunlun was slightly stunned.

It has been so long since he entered the mountain that he almost forgot the existence of the golden turtle.

Now, after being reminded by the shopkeeper, he suddenly realized that the black clothes were hidden in the bamboo basket behind him. He subconsciously said "oh", took off the basket, opened the lid, and shook it gently.

A golden light suddenly fell from the basket.

It was clearly a mountain turtle no bigger than a palm, but the golden line on its back was extremely conspicuous, indicating its extraordinary origin and bloodline.

The moment he landed, Wu Yi's figure began to rise rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a large bluestone squatting on the ground.

However, the overwhelming demonic aura emanating from its body clearly showed that it was a great demon.

"I've met Mr. Chen."

Wu Yi raised his head and looked around, his eyes full of surprise.

Before, I could only peek through the gaps in the bamboo basket, but now I can finally see the whole picture, the strange evil atmosphere, and the indescribable strange aura in the darkness.

"Do something for me."

"But please give me your orders, sir. Wu Yi will definitely live up to your trust."

Wu Yi's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously lowered his head and responded seriously.

"No one has been here for hundreds of years, so there must be countless medicinal herbs growing here. You are responsible for collecting them."

"Yuan Hong and Luo Fu will protect your safety."

Hearing this, Wuyi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It was not afraid of anything else. After getting along for so long, it naturally knew the origins of Mr. Chen, who started out as a tomb robbing.

This trip is also to steal the Earth Immortal Village.

However, picking herbs is its innate ability. As long as there are spiritual herbs growing, even in the underground abyss, they cannot escape its keen sense of smell.

"I wonder which place you are talking about, sir?"

"Don't worry, Luofu will lead the way for you." Chen Yulou shook his head and turned his gaze to Luofu on Kunlun's shoulder. "It's at the old nest of the swifts. You lead the way."

Hearing this order, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Luo Fu's lazy eyes.

Previously, it was alone chasing those golden-armored Maoxian under the cliff. Although the taste was a bit bad, it was better than nothing. In addition, under the abyss cliff, it could feel that there seemed to be other monsters lurking.

It’s just that I was summoned by my master before and didn’t have the time to go deeper. Now I finally have the chance.

"Yuan Hong, you come along too."

"Remember, don't act rashly."

Seeing its appearance, Chen Yulou said no more and looked at Yuan Hong and gave him instructions.

Among the three monsters, this one is the most reassuring.

"Yes, Master."

"Go."

After giving the order, Chen Yulou did not forget to ask Kunlun to hand the bamboo basket to Yuan Hong. He also took out a pile of jade boxes from the Qihai Cave to preserve the elixir and preserve its medicinal properties.

"Wow—"

As soon as the order was given, Luofu couldn't wait to soar into the sky and turned into a stream of fire.

Seeing this, Wuyi and Yuan Hong did not dare to delay and quickly chased after him.

Until the three demons disappeared into the darkness.

Chen Yulou then called Shang Kunlun, and the two of them jumped into the cave one after the other.

Once inside.

From afar, one could hear a rustling sound rising in the cold wind.

Judging from the noise, it was clearly caused by an arrow cutting through the air.

When the two got closer, they saw at a glance that at the end of the long and narrow tomb passage, a gatehouse had appeared. In the middle were two stone arch tomb doors covered with iron nails and copper rings. Under the eaves in front of the door sat six dragon heads. The eyes of the dragon heads flickered like candles, emitting a faint light.

A pungent smell permeated the cold air.

It was obvious that the fire in the dragon's eyes contained phosphorus, fire and saltpeter.

The most terrifying thing is.

At this moment, the six dragon mouths opened wide, and rows of wooden boxes were hidden in the dark throats. Amid the crisp sound of mechanical amplifiers, countless arrows shot out into the air like a swarm of bees leaving a nest.

The speed is so fast that it makes people's scalp tingle.

"A swarm?!"

Chen Yulou frowned and instantly recognized its origin.

This thing was often seen on the battlefields of the Ming Dynasty. However, because of its amazing power, it had almost no rivals. After the mid-Ming Dynasty, it was widely used in tombs as an anti-theft mechanism.

As far as I can remember, he had encountered this in a Ming Dynasty general's tomb a few years ago.

The arrows whizzed in with such force that even the grass shields commonly used by the Xiangling faction could not stop them and were pierced through in an instant. It was unknown how many brothers died. In the end, they used up all the iron arrows in the quiver before they could take over the ancient tomb.

Now that he saw her again, how could he not recognize her?

At this moment, arrows were flying like a violent storm. Yang Fang, who was walking in the front, knelt on one knee on the ground, holding the dragon bone of the Vajra Umbrella tightly with both hands, allowing the arrows to hit him from the air like splashing water.

Even though his blood was surging, he felt that his shoulders were about to be broken under the continuous bombardment.

He gritted his teeth.

Yang Fang turned around suddenly and yelled at Feng Sibei who was not far behind him.

"No, these arrows are inexhaustible."

"If this continues, something bad will happen sooner or later."

"Master, can you use your two sets of paper armor to help them break the dragon head fire box?"