In the dark and deep underground, it was like an open door to the abyss, with only a few bright flames flickering below.
Those were some dark blue lights, swaying and leaping like flames, and like stars in the sky, embellishing the darkness.
To me, it was more of a lighthouse.
However, for a ship lost in the sea, seeing a lighthouse represents the hope of life, but for me who fell into the darkness, seeing these lights was no different from seeing the god of death.
"Too deep, my life is over!"
I sighed secretly, knowing that no one would come to save me this time. Even if there was a pool of water below, falling from this height would kill me alive, no matter how good my entering the water posture was.
Just as I closed my eyes almost resigned to my fate, I fell on an object in the darkness without any warning. The huge impact force made me squeeze out a strange sound of "wow" from my chest. I was completely stunned, because the impact force came too suddenly and was too huge, so I didn't feel any pain, I was numb and couldn't feel my body.
However, this thing was quite resilient, and then it bounced me up high, just like a springboard for diving, and then I hit another similar object hard.
Boom, boom, boom!
The continuous falling and hitting made me lose my temper. I felt that I must look like a ball at this moment, bouncing here and there.
"Ancestor, your entry method is a bit crazy, but did you think a thousand years ago that the first person you pit would be your descendants?"
I sighed in my heart. Under the continuous impact, I was completely numb to it.
I probably understood that under the tomb door, there were many highly elastic springboards on both sides. The impact force was great, but it would not kill people. Once you enter, you have to get in a good position and roll down in a parabola.
However, it is only that people will not die. As for whether they will be disabled or become idiots after falling down, it is estimated that the last heavenly official did not consider it at all, or he was originally prepared to let the people who fell down die. This design is no different from a trap, which is just a trap.
As for why they don't kill them all at once...
Maybe it is to find a reward for the right way to survive!
I have read the handwritten notes of the ancestors of all dynasties. That thing is similar to their diaries. Some of their personality traits can always be seen between the lines.
I roughly summarized it and found that the ritual officials of all dynasties have a very mean problem - tombs are their carefully designed existence similar to works of art, but they are not so sacred in their hearts. In fact, they do not dislike tomb robbers, but only look at such things with a cat-and-mouse mentality.
They design the rules of the game and wait for those who are not afraid of death to challenge. Just like a game, there will always be a way to survive. One of them is probably the emphasis on not doing things to death, but more... It's hard to say. If I say too much, it feels like scolding myself.
In the continuous impact, I couldn't count how many times I fell.
Twenty? Or thirty?
No one could count clearly in this situation.
Boom!
Finally, I fell heavily on a soft mound of earth. At this moment, I was glad that I was a paper man, at least I wouldn't lose my arms and legs. I just felt that my soul was a little unstable, as if invisible tentacles were pulling every inch of my skin, trying to tear me apart.
This was the rhythm of almost losing my soul...
I lay on the mound of earth, unable to move, and only the corner of my eye could see a green lamp here.
These lamps were like street lamps on the campus path, a two or three-meter-high bronze lamp, rusty and mottled, with dark green flames jumping on it, but I didn't know what it was burning, but it didn't go out for a thousand years.
There were many giant lamps like this, one every four or five meters, spreading into the distance, and the number was extremely astonishing.
This place is very large, boundless, rising and falling, like winding mountains, but the mountain tops are slightly lower. With my eyesight, I really can't tell whether it is man-made or naturally formed.
The place where I am now should be considered one of the higher mountain tops, surrounded by two small mounds like graves.
After resting for a long time, I struggled to sit up, but the injury of my soul still existed, on the verge of soul death.
"Hey, big brother, you ignore me and lie here, it's fine, now twisting and turning is a bit too much!"
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice sounded in my ears.
I shuddered and subconsciously grasped the Tianguan Blade.
"Who are you trying to scare with a broken firewood stick?"
The voice sounded again, and then I felt something poking my butt: "Please move your butt, you are sitting on my head."
I jumped up and looked at the mound of earth in disbelief, thinking that it was really a grave mound.
At this moment, a finger stretched out from the grave mound, covered with mud, and was performing a set of mysterious finger techniques, digging and digging...
"Who are you?"
I was a little scared, secretly saying that I was unlucky. This guy who just came down sat on the head of an old man, which was no different from digging on the head of Tai Sui.
I almost instinctively identified this man as a first-class evil ghost. How many good people buried here can there be?
"Don't be so nervous!"
A pale hand has already stretched out from the grave, groping around, as if trying to find a foothold, but after groping for a long time, it gave up dejectedly: "We are both wanderers in the world, why do we have to know each other when we meet? Come on, help me, brother!"
I'll pull your head!
My first reaction was to rush up and find a grave to poke it with a stick, and then run away, but thinking that I was on the verge of death, I gave up this unreliable idea, gradually calmed down, and thought that this matter was not unsolvable. I am still a paper man now, and this guy probably thinks I am the same.
"Forget it, take it one step at a time, get through this level first, and then find a chance to run again!"
I sighed secretly, and walked up to hold the muddy hand, pulled hard, and the soil on the grave cracked, and a thin man wearing an ancient coarse cloth shirt was pulled out.
"Hey, big brother, you should be gentler!"
The thin man cursed, shook his head, and shook off the dirt. He didn't look scary, but rather a bit wretched, with prominent cheekbones, sunken cheeks, a mustache, and a treacherous look on his face. He supported himself with his hands and tried to get up, but he stumbled and sat on the ground. Then he realized that he only had one leg: "Look at my memory. I was in a hurry to get out and forgot my leg. Brother, please help me dig it out. I'll be grateful for your help."
Judging from his dress, he was obviously an ancient ghost. How could I refuse such a request? He reluctantly went to dig the grave again, and soon pulled out a calf.
The man with the mustache took over his calf, laughed secretly, and screwed it on with a "click, click".
"Er Bang Bang, San Niu Zi, get out!"
The man with the mustache shouted at the other two graves: "Don't fall asleep, get up and work."
However, the two graves were very quiet and did not react.
The man with the mustache was a little hairy, and he went over angrily and kicked the graves hard. Suddenly, he made a light "eh" sound and pulled out a crumpled black paper from the soil. There was a funeral text written on it. He looked at it for a moment, laughed, and said to me: "This... Big brother, I'm sorry, I was going to introduce you to my other two brothers, but they woke up earlier and went out to do things. It seems that a living person has fallen here!"
Living person?
Came earlier than me?
The first reaction in my head was-Old White! !
This grandson is not dead! !
However, it is estimated that the situation is not good. Now he is being chased by two evil ghosts.
While my soul was wandering in the sky, the man with a mustache began to tidy up his clothes, brushed off the dirt, and bowed to me, as if he was a monkey wearing a human crown: "I was so busy calling my two brothers that I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Hu, and people in the world call me Hu Zhanggui. You can just call me Brother Hu."
I was not thinking about this at all, and I returned the greeting like him: "My surname is Wei, Wei Jingzhe."
"Haha, it turns out to be Brother Wei."
Hu Zhanggui smiled and was very intimate. He took my hand and sat down on the grave. He grabbed a handful of grave soil and stuffed it into my hand: "I see that the little brother has injured his soul. This is incredible. Since we are meeting for the first time, I don't have any other gifts, so I will give you this. Don't despise it!"
How can I not despise it when he said this?
You might as well give me a coffin board instead of a handful of grave dirt. At least I still have some hope and can comfort myself by saying that this is a promotion and wealth...
I was mad at myself but smiling on the outside. However, this shopkeeper Hu was not a pushover. He took the opportunity to lift my hand up and the grave dirt went into my mouth without leaving any. It was so disgusting. This bastard just came out of here. It was like forcing me to drink someone else's bath water...
As a result, the magical thing happened here. The grave dirt melted in my mouth and turned into abundant Yin Qi. My body, which was close to collapse, recovered in an instant.
"Is it my baby? I never cheat people in the underworld!"
Shopkeeper Hu smiled and patted his chest louder than a drum. He probably forgot to look in the mirror before going out, and ignored the fact that appearance is determined by the heart. He thought that his sharp-nosed and monkey-faced appearance could convince me. He held my hand and talked non-stop. At the end, he suddenly asked: "Brother, how did you die?"
Can this man speak?
I felt like eating a dead fly, it was so uncomfortable, but I was controlled by others at the moment, so I could only make up a story: "Hey, it's because my family is poor. I saw a tomb here, so I thought I could exchange my empty hands for some firewood, rice, oil and salt, but I didn't expect it."
"Oh my god, what a coincidence!"
Shopkeeper Hu slapped his thigh and said, "So we are in the same industry, but our trade is all family-inherited skills, and this tomb is strange, only people from Ningyuan have a chance to sneak in, and we are still from the hometown..."
This grandson looked at me with squinting eyes, the meaning was too obvious, he was just about to ask me - brother, you are not my child, right?
I almost punched him in the face, but I also understood that this bastard was a group of tomb robbers in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. The name of my hometown at that time was Ningyuan.
It's just that I can admit my weakness, but being a grandson is not the same thing. I forced myself to calm down and said helplessly: "Brother, we don't have the same surname..."
"Oh oh..."
Shopkeeper Hu responded twice indistinctly, and then asked tentatively with a squint: "Are there any elders in your family who are particularly poor and married into other families, and their children take the other family's surname?"
I'm so fucking...
After going through such a big circle, aren't I back to the same place?
In the end, he still suspects that I am his child!
I was a little excited, holding my breath and patiently said: "Brother, what you said is really not true. Our family is a single-line family, and we are all surnamed Wei. We really have no blood relationship. At most, it is fate that we can meet here!"
"That makes sense, fate..."
Shopkeeper Hu laughed, and then whispered to me in a mysterious voice: "Brother Wei, since it is fate, then I won't hide it, let's share good things together. Let me tell you, I just have a great opportunity here, brother thinks you are a good person, let's do it together?"
This is a pit...
What great opportunity, I think you are short of manpower, and you have been talking about it for a long time, waiting for me here!
But the pirate ship has already been boarded, and I am also very worried about Lao Bai. After hesitating for a while, I can only pretend to be surprised and say: "Thank you, brother, but what is this all about? How can the chance be so great?"
To be honest, this grandson really aroused my curiosity. Several masters who have been dead for hundreds of years are still not at peace. What are they planning?