[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

Perhaps because of being embraced by Zhang Qiling and falling asleep, Nan Xingmeng reappeared in Nan Xingmeng the scenes he saw during the few days when he came out of the ancient tomb outside Changsha and fell into a coma.

And, it's clearer and more detailed than that time.

Although he had the same young and handsome appearance in the dream, his brows and eyes were more silent and indifferent than now.

In the dream, they went from the bottom of the sea to the snow-capped mountains, from the Gobi to the rainforest, step by step from acquaintance to a life-and-death partner, a life-long partner.

When she woke up, she had to react for several seconds before she could clearly distinguish between dream and reality.

Looking around, there was still no one there as expected.Nan Xing raised his right hand to take a look, it was [-]:[-] in the morning.

"Sell tofu, fresh tender tofu-"

The cries of vendors come in through the windows, and the milky white light in the morning shines through the treetops and casts a spectacle on the floor.

Nan Xing sat up from the bed, walked outside, and saw that his and Zhang Qiling's luggage had been packed, and he was not seen in the whole room, but Nan Xing was not surprised.

I also had the experience of sharing the same room before, and every time she woke up, he had already prepared everything, and sometimes even suspected that he hadn't slept all night.

She went to the bathroom to wash up on her own, and noticed at this moment that Zhang Qiling put away all the other things in the bathroom for her, but kept the things she used to wash in the morning.

His tenderness is buried in the details.

When he came out after washing, Zhang Qiling had already returned to the room and was sitting on the sofa.

Nan Xing looked at him, his appearance in the dream coincided with his figure in front of him.

Is that really a dream?

Or... those memories she had forgotten?

If it is really a memory, then they have spent at least a few decades together, which does not match the age of the two of them now.

She must have forgotten some of the most critical memory nodes, which made it impossible to connect with the current situation.

Zhang Qiling found her, turned his gaze back from the window, and landed on her.

Nan Xing temporarily let go of the doubts in his mind, walked towards him, nestled beside him, reached out to hug him, and at the same time rubbed his head into his arms, "When did you get up?"

"Around 05:30." He took her into his arms smoothly.

There was still the coolness of the morning air on his coat, but his embrace was warm.

"You only got up half an hour earlier than me, and you have already packed your luggage and bought breakfast. If I sleep a little longer, will I wake up and go directly to the carriage to Mengding Mountain?"

"En." Zhang Qiling looked at her, solemnly.

"You really intend to do that?" Nan Xing was a little surprised, and raised his head slightly from his embrace.

Zhang Qiling nodded as an answer.

Nan Xing couldn't help being curious, if he wanted to get her into the carriage, he had to change her clothes first, how would he help her then?

Zhang Qiling pinched her cheek, "Have breakfast first, and then we'll set off."

Nan Xing came back to his senses, said "En", and sat down at the table with him.

Although he went out in a hurry, the breakfast that Zhang Qiling brought back was rich, with all kinds of small buns, steamed dumplings, soybean milk, and porridge.And he basically only drank a bowl of porridge, and bought the rest for Nan Xing.

Nan Xing was like a food conveyor belt, which swept away the breakfast and persisted until she doubted her life. As a result, she didn't even dare to sit in a carriage, and insisted on chasing after her for half a marathon. The three young men were dumbfounded.

On the way, I found a place with spring water for a brief rinse. After returning to the carriage, I was so tired that I fell asleep all the way. When I woke up, I had already arrived at the foot of Mengding Mountain.

Nan Xing was woken up by Zhang Qiling. When she opened her eyes, five pairs of eyes stared at her in unison, meaning to let her lead the way.

She has not been here for more than ten years. Although Mengding Mountain has changed a lot, the method used to find the location of the ancient tomb still works.

When Nan Xing was using the canopy shyness phenomenon to find the entrance, a question that had been ignored before suddenly appeared in his mind——

How do I know this?

Moreover, the pattern formed by the canopy shyness here is the same as the unicorn tattoo, and the medium that opens the entrance is also unicorn blood——

Is this really a coincidence?Or... the secret in this tomb has something to do with Qilin's blood?Is it possible to decipher the impact on her body after the regeneration of her unicorn blood?

"Nan Xing?" Zhang Yuetong gently shook Nan Xing's arm.

Nan Xing came back to her senses and realized that she just opened the jar containing the unicorn blood and prepared to smear it on the tree trunk to open the entrance. When everyone was mentally prepared to fall, she was suddenly stunned.

Immediately smeared it with blood, and at the same moment, the feet were empty, and everyone fell into the entrance.

The six people successfully entered the tomb passage before dark, and arrived at the funeral room where Nan Xing and Zhang Yuetong were injured when they were released into the wild.

Surprisingly, the dark room exposed after the collapse of the funeral room last time has disappeared, the huge black door is still tightly closed and inlaid on the wall, and the scale added by Nanxing on the mural thermometer has also peeled off. All returned to how they were at the beginning.

"The last collapse was most likely caused by Zhang Haicheng and the others who triggered the mechanism after entering this door. This can be regarded as their retribution." Without waiting for Nan Xing to make a move, Zhang Yuetong has already taken out a dagger and pointed at the position Nan Xing carved last time. Mark out the scale.

The scale had just been engraved, and with the dull vibration of the ground, the underground spring gushed out. Nan Xing applied the blood prepared in advance to Zhang Yuetong and the others. Even if the nematodes were washed up, they could handle it with ease.

Zhang Yuetong looked at Nan Xing in surprise, hesitated to speak, but finally didn't ask anything.

The spring water soon flooded the entire funeral room to the top, the huge black door opened again, and Zhang Qiling swam in with his head.

A moment later there was a signal for the others to enter the door as well.

When I swam in, I found that there was a very deep room inside. After I floated up, I could hear the sound of mechanical transmission coming from the side, and the sound similar to the turning of a waterwheel.

With the sound of "stabbing", Zhang Qiling next to him lit up a cold firework and threw it upwards.

In the cold white light, you can see a spiral staircase at the other end of the room, leading straight up from the bottom of the water. About five meters above the water surface is a wooden platform.

The sound of mechanical transmission also came from there.

The cold fireworks quickly entered the water, and the light of the fire gradually became smaller. After hitting the bottom, the situation at the bottom of the room was illuminated.

"The bottom of the room is very smooth, and there is no spring. The water here should be poured in after the huge black door outside is opened. After reaching a certain depth, the waterwheel inside will be driven." Nan Xing frowned and looked at the bottom of the water, "If The water wheel drives the mechanism, so it is possible to design different forms of mechanism for each different water level here.”

Zhang Yuetong said, "The last time Zhang Haicheng and the others came in, I remember that the mechanism that was triggered after a while caused the tomb to collapse. After they came in, they should have gone to the high platform on the other side of the room. According to the time estimate, it is very likely It’s what happened after getting on the high platform.”

Feeling something like a fish's tail passing by her feet, Nan Xing looked back, and saw the nematodes in the funeral room were also rushed in through the huge black door in groups, and quickly took out the remaining blood in the bag, while Zhang Yuetong They repainted their bodies and said, "We won't be able to stay in the water for too long. We'll have to go up to this high platform to see what's going on."

Zhang Qiling lit up another cold firework, and told Nan Xing, "Nan Xing, you go to the entrance to guard first, I'll go to the high platform to have a look first."

Nan Xing subconsciously grabbed Zhang Qiling's arm, and he turned his head and nodded at her; "Don't worry." After speaking, he quickly swam towards the high platform.

Nan Xing didn't dare to delay, and left the blood jar to Zhang Yuetong, and swam back to the black giant door by himself avoiding the nematodes.

With the light of the cold firework in his hand, Nan Xing glanced outside the door, and more nematodes continued to emerge from the spring on the ground, and flowed into the room in groups with the water flow.

As soon as I turned my gaze, I saw a line of words suddenly appearing on the relief.

This line of characters definitely only appeared in the time just now. Before entering the giant black gate, there was not a word on the relief.

Nan Xing glanced towards the high platform in the room, Zhang Qiling had already opened the door on the high platform and entered the next floor.

A strong intuition flashed in her heart, the words on the relief must have an important function.

Without time to discuss with Zhang Qiling, she stepped on the door with her strength, bounced directly from the water to the relief, took a photo with a flashlight wrapped in a waterproof cloth, and the words on the relief clearly appeared in front of her eyes:

The sky is full of frost and moon, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sad.

Poems of the Tang Dynasty.

Why hide such a Tang poem here?

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard a death-knell-like sound coming from the direction where Zhang Qiling was, making a creepy sound in the silent tomb.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qiling's voice came over: "Nan Xing, there is a cloud of water in here. I have restarted the timekeeping device now. The amount of water here must be sustained until the fixed timekeeping time. There is no clue at this point in time. You should pay attention to it." The situation on the other side of the door, don't close that door until I find out the answer."

Water transport is muddy...

A fixed chime time...

These several clues were constantly combined in Nan Xing's mind, and Nan Xing stared at the poem on the wall, as if there were some clues ready to come out.

The moon is setting, the sky is covered with crows and frost is all over the sky, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian...

Wait, isn't the next line of this poem pointing to a fixed hour? !

"Brother!" Nan Xing didn't have time to explain, and directly shouted inside: "The fixed hour is Zishi!"

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Thanks to the nutrient solution irrigated by the little angels: 10 bottles of Qindai, 1 bottle of zjy.

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