I can't be considered a real Jianghu person in my bones. Although I have been talking about Jianghu and Xuanmen recently, in fact, when it comes to life and death, I don't have the momentum of Brother Yaozi who is willing to sacrifice his life to pull down the emperor. I am still cautious in doing things. When I followed Brother Yaozi, I quietly took out the compass and tried to confirm our current position.
The needle on the compass is not stable, like a frightened wild horse, swaying and turning non-stop.
I sighed and put it away.
There is only one explanation for such a situation-the magnetic field here is extremely chaotic!
There are naturally some explanations for the chaos of the magnetic field. It does not rule out some naturally formed peculiar landforms, but more often, it is because of the chaos of yin and yang, which impacts the magnetic field. Nine out of ten times, there is something unclean at work.
Unfortunately, except for the abnormality of the compass, I can't feel anything wrong.
It is indeed cold here, but it is just a normal temperature change, not a yin energy.
I saw that Lao Bai and Brother Yaozi were also like this, and they didn't show any strange expression. I simply stopped talking. Experience tells me that it is shameful to raise a problem without a solution. It has no benefit except to dampen the enthusiasm of others and make everyone nervous.
Brother Yaozi chose to go straight forward, and after crossing the intersection, he plunged into the narrow corridor.
This corridor is very long, without any forks in the middle, but it is winding and has a very strange direction.
All large tombs have corridors inside. However, there are two types of corridors. One is for the craftsmen who build the tombs. When the tomb masters go to the tombs, as long as they are smart, they will definitely find such corridors as soon as possible, because such corridors are connected in all directions, which can be said to be the road to Rome. Following them, it is easy to find the main tomb chamber or the tomb chamber where the burial objects are placed. Moreover, the craftsmen in the past were not fools. They knew the tricks of the princes and nobles. There were too many cases of killing the donkey after the work was done. In order to avoid sealing them in as burial objects after the tombs were built, the craftsmen would leave themselves a very hidden way out. This way out is naturally connected to this corridor. The second type of corridor is used to divide the tombs, making the tombs look orderly and the yin and yang are clearly distinguished.
No matter what kind of corridor it is, it is functional. If it is not necessary for construction, it will be built straight and level, because the ancients firmly believed that the road must be built openly and squarely, that is called a highway, and the winding corridor can only be regarded as a secluded path at most, which is too petty.
I can't tell what kind of corridor we are walking on now, but no matter what kind it is, such a tortuous corridor is really weird!
And... it's too long!
I speculate that the real burial pit should be under the lake mentioned by the old man, and the water area of the lake is very limited. In other words, this burial pit cannot be built too large, otherwise a large area underneath will be completely empty, easy to collapse, and the tomb will be flooded by the lake water.
However, after walking around in many twists and turns, we have walked for several hours. It is said that we have almost walked through the tomb, but now we haven't even seen the real tomb chamber!
Just as we were walking so hard that we couldn't hold on any longer and were about to rest, a fork finally appeared in the unchanging dark corridor.
This was another crossroads.
To be precise, this was the crossroads we had seen earlier.
We walked for several hours and finally turned back!
"Damn it!"
Lao Bai immediately cursed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said angrily: "Are we back again?"
Although he jumped up and down, his flickering eyes told me that he was actually a little panicked.
We had encountered the same situation before, in Luliang Mountain, because we inhaled the air of collusion.
But there is no Yin Qi, no foul air, how can there be collusion?
"Could it be... a ghost wall?"
Brother Yaozi hesitated: "It's strange. We have been very nervous all the way. If they want to do something to us, it's too difficult. How could they fall for no reason!"
Well, these two are completely unreliable.
I still remember clearly that when we were lost in the mountains last time, someone suspected that we encountered a ghost wall. As a result, the first one who jumped out to refute was Brother Yaozi. At that time, he was still very confident. If there was a ghost wall, how could he not feel it?
Obviously, he was very confident in seeing through this kind of trick, but now he mentioned this, which only means that he was also confused by the current weird situation and could only think of the most unlikely place.
As expected, Zhang Xinya refuted almost immediately: "Wan Nianger said that ghost walls are caused by unclean things. If there are any of the same kind running out, she will definitely be able to detect it. This is not a ghost wall at all. The yin energy around is very thin, which is completely normal in a tomb. There will be nothing around!"
"Take a break, take a break! Stop and think carefully!"
I waved my hands repeatedly, sat down against the cold wall of the corridor, and stared at the scratches on the cigarette paper in my hand, stunned.
It is certain that we walked around and came back. It was definitely not because of the design of the tomb, nor was it that we chose the wrong road at the crossroads and got into the maze.
Because I was prepared for this. When I set off, I asked Brother Yaozi for a cigarette box, and then used my fingernails as a pen to draw our route. Although this corridor has many twists and turns, the overall direction is still relatively straight. We returned to the starting point all of a sudden. It must be some weird trick.
But Wan Nianger also said that the yin energy here is completely normal for an ancient tomb. There is no evil spirit, let alone ghosts, and there is no collusion...
Then, what else could it be?
We have thought of several possibilities that make people lost!
I thought of the lost compass and the chaotic magnetic field again. I just felt a little familiar, but I couldn't grasp it.
A cold hair tip rippled in front of me, occasionally brushing my cheek, a little itchy, I subconsciously raised my head, a pretty face was swaying in front of me, and found that I was looking at her, and smiled.
Except for Cang Yao, who else has this kind of ghostly and scary taste?
I was quite unhappy to be interrupted in my contemplation, and couldn't help but roll my eyes at her.
"I didn't realize you were so careful. You recorded the route you took, but your drawing skills are a little poor. If you followed me to fight before, I would have killed you."
Cang Yao looked at me with a smile, then thought for a while, and said, "However, this place does give me a very strange feeling. I can clearly feel the breath of some of my kind, but it's not very real, as if they are not of the same kind."
The kind she was talking about, of course, couldn't be human.
Zhang Xinya and the others were already used to this person. Hearing this, Zhang Xinya's face lit up and she hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, Wan Niang'er also had this feeling. She said that she could indeed feel some of her kind around here, but the breath was hazy, as if there was something between them. That feeling was like..."
Cang Yao immediately added, "It's like someone's soul has been scattered, and the remaining soul has not dispersed for a while!!"
Zhang Xinya nodded.
Since Cang Yao and Wan Niang'er both had this feeling, it means that this strange breath should be real!
"You mean, something is bothering us?"
Lao Bai said: "Something like a residual soul?"
After saying this, he smiled bitterly before being criticized. The soul is a very special thing, different from the body. If a person is disabled, he may still be alive after rescue, but if the soul is disabled, unless there is a special situation like the formation of the painted Rakshasa, generally speaking, it won't take long for the residual soul to disappear.
The residual soul has no power.
How can something without power make several of us fall victim to it at the same time?
Who knew that Cang Yao answered seriously: "Maybe!"
Little did I know that their words gave me great inspiration.
The magnetic field here is chaotic, and there are things like residual souls. People can't see them, and ghosts can't see them either. Once you walk in, you'll be trapped, just like a ghost wall, reincarnating over and over again in one place...
All these points put together made my heart bright, and I immediately said, "Bullshit, there is no unclean thing bothering us, but we broke into another place when we were on the verge of death, a place that doesn't belong to the living!"