Money can really do whatever it wants

The night was dark.

The remote small village seems to be shrouded in a huge black cloth, completely isolated from the outside world.

In the darkness, only a little warm light firmly passes through the barriers, illuminating a small square of the world.

Huamanlou is a blind man. To a blind man, there is no difference whether there is light or not, whether it is day or night, but this night is so different.

"Ah Qing!" The person pulling him suddenly stopped and called out softly.

Qingyue's bird song sounded, and the breathing of three people suddenly became two.

"Sir!" Hua Manlou's expression tensed.

"Don't be afraid." Qin Mo clapped his hands and chuckled: "There are always some things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense. If they can't be explained, it doesn't mean that his existence is wrong. What do you think?"

Hua Manlou pursed his lips, he wanted to smile, but he couldn't.

The blue bird didn't leave for too long, he came back soon, "Safe!" He flapped his wings and said.

Qin Mo nodded. He pulled Huamanlou and walked over in the dark. Thirty or forty corpses were lying on the ground. The corpses were shriveled and emaciated, leaving only a skeleton. The most terrifying thing was their faces. , mouth opened to the maximum, almost to the ear, with a distorted expression full of horror.

Qin Mo squatted down to check, frowned and said, "Like those villagers in Zhuangzi, all their anger has been sucked out, but..." It's a little different, but he can see what's different for a while. Not much out.

Qin Mo is not a person who likes to dig into the horns of the dead. Since he couldn't see it for the time being, he put aside his doubts. He stood up and looked around.

The light emitted from the lantern was very warm, but its range was limited. Qin Mo could only see the lush, dense forest with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the cliff that was submerged in darkness on the other side.

He raised the lantern in his hand, and the dim light reflected a line of writing on the cliff clearly.

First examine the tomb of the Yu family in Qingfu.

Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, waved his sleeve, the talisman paper ignited without fire, and the scorching flames lit up the world.

On the cliff with no end in sight, countless small recessed holes were artificially carved, and a coffin was placed in each hole.

It looked gloomy and terrifying, making the hairs stand on the back of one's back, especially in such a dark night.

"What a huge project." Qin Mo sighed.

Qingniao sneered at this, "It's a disease in the brain."

Qin Mo shook his head, "I've heard that after people die, burying them in a high place, the place closest to the sun, moon and stars, can make them ascend to immortality as soon as possible. Maybe this is the custom of the Yu family?"

"Do you believe?"

Qin Mo flicked his wings and said with a light smile, "Don't be so dark about young people's thoughts. After all, there are still a lot of good people in this world."

The blue bird stopped on his shoulder, looked straight at the dark hole, raised its chin and said, "There may be many good people, but this Yu family is definitely not included!"

Qin Mo sighed and didn't refute anymore. He turned to Huamanlou and said, "There may be some big troubles inside, but it's not safe for you to stay here, why don't you come with me?"

Hua Manlou finally regained his composure and nodded.

"You don't have to worry about me."

Although Hua Manlou is blind, she is definitely not a weak person who needs care and protection.

The passage dug along the cliff was deeper than he had imagined.

Layer after layer of stairs extends directly downwards, the passage is not narrow, and it is no problem for three adults to walk side by side. with a lamp.

All around was quiet, only the sound of the footsteps of the two people walking down the stairs, the lightness of Hua Manlou, and the steady and calm Qin Mo.

Both of them were on guard, especially Hua Manlou, he couldn't see him, but any slight movement would not escape his ears.

It wasn't until they went around a few laps that they suddenly saw a bright light.

This is a huge stone chamber, absolutely no problem accommodating 100 people.

The furnishings in the stone room are very simple, without too many bells and whistles. Dozens of tables are placed neatly, with futons behind the tables. The silver hook painted on iron is amazing.

"Here... seems to be a school?" Hua Manlou squatted on the ground, where an inkstone was overturned, he reached out to touch it, and the black ink spread on his fingertips.

"It's not done yet." The people here didn't leave for a long time, and they left in a hurry.

Qin Mo's focus is not here. He looked at a picture of a charmingly smiling beauty hanging on the wall, and sighed, "The members of the Yu family are so rich."

Just based on what they saw, it must have cost a huge amount of money, not to mention, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Hua Manlou stood up, clapped his hands and asked, "Which way are we going?"

With this stone room as the center, besides the one they came from, there are five other passages, making the palace below look like a maze.

Qin Mo didn't answer right away, he was contacting Ximen Chuuxue.

【Where are you?Are you ok? 】

【......not too good. 】

Ximen Chuuxue was indeed not very good.

Holding the sword in one hand, he was trapped on a raised step near the sky together with Taoist Mu and Sikong Zhaixing.

The steps are very small, and with a slight movement, they can touch each other's shoulders, but because of this step, they did not fall into the mouths of the group of things below and became their food.

The amulet in his hand was still emitting a faint light, and the golden awn had exhausted its last bit of strength to protect them, but it couldn't block the bloody and rotten smell that hit their faces.

Ximen Chuuxue, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, was so smoked that he almost felt sick.

Under the steps, in the mass grave, countless corpses that had decayed long ago "woke up". They stretched out their hands and climbed, firmly lured by the vitality of the three living people, with dirty saliva dripping from their mouths.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

With a beautiful face on his face, Sikong Zhaixing knelt on the steps in a very unsightly posture, poking his head and looking down carefully.

"I don't want to be eaten by these things, it's too ugly!"

"To shut up!"

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, this man was too noisy.

In fact, it was purely by chance that he met Taoist Mu and the others.

The reason why we act separately from Huamanlou is because he has such a personality and prefers to be alone, and secondly, it is more convenient to be able to be with them in the open and in the dark.

When the huge roar sounded, he was not far away and just bumped into a group of people guarding the entrance of the underground palace.

The other party hadn't recovered from the huge shock when he saw Ximen Chuuxue, and before he could say anything in panic, he rushed towards him with his weapon raised.

Although there are many of them, they are not martial arts masters. Ximen Chuuxue can easily deal with them.

But at this moment, dark shadows covered the sky and covered half of the sky.

Although he didn't know what it was, but out of an instinct for danger, when the black shadow roared towards him, Ximen Chuuxue flashed into the underground palace very quickly.

And the people behind him didn't react as fast as him, and the last thing he saw were mummified figures.

He can't get out, he's stuck here.

This underground palace is incomparably huge, and the terrain is also intricate, even implying formations.

Ximen Chuuxue never thought that this was something that a small Yujiazhuang could do.

He wandered around the underground palace for a long time like a headless chicken, but he still couldn't find a way out. He hadn't been in such a mess for a long time.

Then he met the injured Mu Daochang, and Sikong Zhaixing in women's clothes.

"Why should I shut up, why do you tell me to shut up?!" Ximen Chuixue is especially good at bluffing people when his face is cold, but Sikong Zhaoxing is not afraid, he hums, "Don't forget that I am your savior , without me, you are still wandering back and forth in the labyrinth of stone corridors like a fly, buzzing, buzzing." He imitated a few flies.

Ximen Chuuxue's face was livid, "Without you, I would have walked a few more steps, but if it wasn't for me, you would have become the prey of those things." He pointed to the things below and said.

"Okay, okay." Daoist Mu's voice was weak, and he was obviously the one with the worst health, but he still tried his best to smooth things over and ease their relationship, "Now is the time of crisis, and we should help each other, cough cough .”

Sikong Zhaixing curled his lips, instead of looking at the irritating dead face, he felt Daoist Mu's pulse, frowned and asked, "Old Dao, how are you?"

Daoist Mu smiled wryly, "I can't die yet."

"It can't go on like this." Sikong Zhaoxing stood up.

He looked up, and there was a big hole in the place above his head. The night was dark, and the cold wind howled.

But the entrance of the cave is too high, unless he can grow a pair of wings, no matter how good his qinggong is, it is impossible for him to fly up.

"Do you want to go back?" Thinking of this, he started to have a toothache.

"There is no chance." Ximen Chuuxue raised his hand, the light of the talisman paper became weaker and weaker, and finally the flames rose up, and the entire talisman paper was reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, Sikong Zhaixing hurriedly asked, "Do you still have any?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't want to answer this obvious question, he raised his hand, and the ashes in his palm fluttered down.

Sikong Zhaixing looked at it very regretfully, and then asked: "Where did you get this thing, it's so powerful, after I go out, I must get ten or eight!"

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Daoist Mu said helplessly, "Think about what we should do now that we can't go up to the sky, and we can't get down to the ground."

Sikong Zhaixing was silent, he couldn't answer this question because he didn't know what to do.

"They are coming up!" Ximen Chuuxue said coldly.

In the mass grave, the unconscious corpses pushed one by one, and piled up in an orderly manner. After a while, a hill as tall as a person was piled up.

Sikong Zhaixing was dumbfounded, "What kind of operation is this?!"

"Someone is directing them." Ximen Chuuxue said with sharp eyes.