Before entering the cave, Xifa was fully prepared. He threw a box of matches outside the cave, which contained a pocket remote-controlled bomb he set. When necessary, he could detonate the small bomb to create flames and use

'Fire jump' escape.

In his pocket, there is a stack of roughly cut paper figures. He carries a water bottle, but it is filled with sea water. Of course it is not for drinking, but as a carrier of 'holy water'. He has used it

Devil May Cry' created a pot of holy water.

Run away immediately if there is danger.

Don't show off.

Don't take risks.

Living is more important than anything else.

After warning himself, Xifa walked into the cave. Not long after entering, there were stone steps going down.

In the cave, sunlight shines through the cracks in the mountain or artificially excavated holes. The environment is fairly bright, but not enough for Xifa to see the whole picture clearly.

Who would insist on living in such a dark cave? Wouldn't it be nice to live outside?

The environment is almost like a mausoleum.

Xifa's thoughts wandered and he walked down the stone steps and saw weeds growing on the ground. Wooden spears, torches, stone bowls and even the complete skeleton of a dog fell from the grass.

He kicked off some debris, picked up a torch from the grass, reached out and touched the torch, red color appeared, and lit it.

Xifa walked forward holding a torch and saw houses built according to the pattern of the cave, some made of wood and some made of stone, high and low, randomly distributed in this space without planning.

Many of these houses have collapsed, especially those with wooden structures, and have turned into piles of ruins.

After walking for a while, I saw a totem, which was carved with the pattern of a feathered serpent, with snake scales embedded in gold sheets, and two wings made of feathers from various birds.

Xifa raised the torch and said thoughtfully: "If you worship the Feathered Serpent, I remember it is from the Southern Continent. Could it be that people from the Southern Continent live here? But how could people from the Southern Continent come here?

, and you still live on this desert island?”

He also saw that the front doors of many buildings were decorated with feathers or gold, which was indeed the style of the Southern Continent.

Xifa saw a stone house that was still intact, so he tried to open the door and saw a black coffin inside. He almost ran out of the cave.

What he thought was indeed correct.

This cave is basically a mausoleum.

Xifa did not open the coffin. He quietly withdrew and checked the other two well-preserved rooms. Without exception, he saw one or more black coffins in the room.

Some coffins had even fallen apart, and the corpses inside were exposed to the air. Xifa even saw the corpse of a child.

Soon Xifa came to the altar. There were a large number of bones piled on the altar, but these were the bones of animals. Most of them were sheep, followed by dogs, and some bones of animals that Xifa couldn't tell what kind of bones they were.

They are stacked neatly according to certain rules, with skulls stacked on the top layer to create a pyramid shape.

When Xifa looked closely at the bones, he suddenly saw through a goat skull a man kneeling in the shadow behind the altar!

The kettle containing the holy water was immediately taken out by Xifa. He unscrewed the cork, carefully walked around the altar, and walked forward with gentle steps, only to realize that it was a corpse.

The corpse was wearing Southern Continent-style clothing. The most obvious thing was the corpse's trousers, which were not only light but also had many wrinkles. Xifa remembered reading in a book that the ancient clothing style of the Balam Empire was like this.

There was a stone platform in front of the body, and there was a coffin placed on the stone platform. This coffin was different from the others. It was an iron coffin. The lid of the iron coffin had a feathered serpent pattern and some words engraved on it.

After identification, Xifa confirmed that these are the "ancient Fusak language".

"Speaking of which, the common language of the Balam Empire in the southern continent is derived from the ancient Fusak language, but the language of all countries in the northern continent is also the ancient Fusak language. If there were not those strange buildings and totems, these words alone would really be

I’m not sure who lived here.”

"Well, a great one? A tireless seeker. He finally rests here."

Xifa read the words on the iron coffin and of course translated them into Rune language.

"The tireless seeker? What is the man in the iron coffin looking for?"

"He brought some people from the Southern Continent, looking for something, but ended up sleeping here?"

Xifa blinked his eyes quickly, activated his spiritual vision, and looked around. He found nothing unusual, no special aura, and no undead or resentful souls.

So he put the torch aside and tried to push down the coffin lid, but found that the lid was not completely sealed and could be pried open.

So Xifa stood on the stone platform, pressed the lid of the coffin with both hands, and suddenly exerted force. Immediately, he pushed the lid of the iron coffin open a gap. Xifa immediately stepped back, picked up the torch, and observed for a moment, and saw that there was nothing in the coffin.

Only after experiencing an abnormality did he step forward.

He pushed the coffin halfway open and saw a mummy lying inside, wrapped in layers of cloth strips, and had the mummy's hands folded on its chest.

On the chest of the mummy, there is a locked wooden box. The box is surrounded by gold pieces and engraved with simplified patterns of feathered serpents. The iron coffin is also surrounded by various funerary objects, but it is obvious that

The thing is, these funerary objects are not as important as that box.

What will be in the box?

Xifa reached out and was about to lift the box out.

Suddenly, in his spiritual vision, he saw an illusory, translucent hand suddenly stretched out from the mummy and grabbed Xifa's hand.

Xifa suddenly felt a chill coming over him, as if his arm had turned into an ice sculpture and lost all feeling.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and immediately poured the kettle containing holy water onto the mummy. Immediately, illusory smoke rose, and unreal, irritating shouts echoed in his ears.

A figure suddenly emerged from the mummy. It was a man with pale skin that was almost unreal. He had an obvious outline of the Southern Continent race. His face was tattooed with some mysterious symbols, and his two ears were pierced with golden spikes.

The left side of the lower lip was cracked, as if it had been injured by a sharp object.

His body was also decorated with feathers of gold.

This man with blue eyes, dark lips, and deep eyes screamed silently towards Xifa, and then the figure faded away, leaving behind a group of light spots like scales and fire. Although these light spots were flying around,

But it seemed like it was trapped by something invisible, unable to fly too far.

Sometimes they would suddenly expand and turn into a face, like the man's face just now, with its mouth open but no sound coming out.

"What is this? Residual spirituality?"

Xifa thought for a while and put them into the kettle that had been filled with holy water. After twisting the cork, he uneasily created a spiritual wall before putting the kettle away.

Then, Xifa lifted out the small wooden box placed on the mummy's chest, easily pried off the lock on the box, and used Devil May Cry to lift the lid. Then he raised the torch and looked into the box. There was a person lying inside.
Chapter completed!