After walking west for about an hour, the zombie guards on the left and right finally disappeared from the tomb passage. Fish oil lamps gradually appeared on the cave walls. The oil in the fish oil lamps was taken from the corpse oil of the sharks. As long as there is air circulation in the ancient tomb,

It will light up, but it will last for thousands of years. The further you go down, the heavier the moisture inside the cave becomes. A lot of moss has grown on the pine stone slabs on the cave walls, and the temperature is much higher than outside the cave, as if you have entered another foreign land.

"It's strange, there is such a heavy moisture, how come those zombies don't rot?" I frowned and said to myself.

Meihui’s sense of smell is more sensitive than mine and she said: “Not only is there moisture, but there is also a fishy smell, like dead fish and rotten shrimps.”

After walking forward for a while, I saw pine and flower slates starting to appear on the ground. They were laid out very regularly, with almost no gaps between each piece. Meihui wore a pair of cute and playful heelless pony boots for this trip, stepping on them.

The rhythm of clicking on the stone slabs seemed hollow and strange in this tomb passage that had been silent for hundreds of years.

Although the road here is easier to walk and there are no creepy zombie guards, the four of us have been walking on flat ground for a long time. Every step we take, we must carefully check whether there are any dangers on the stone slabs in front of us.[

Gradually, soft patterns began to appear on these ancient smooth pine and flower slates. Some were ancient symbols, and some were wild beasts in the mountains and forests. There were no rules at all. I gently brushed off the hundreds of years of dust accumulated on the pine flower slates under my feet and touched them.

These weird patterns with no rules at all were found to have been drawn on with cinnabar pens and had already solidified.

"Brother, was this something that existed before, or was it painted by the master later?" Mei Hui asked.

I really can’t tell. After all, we are not archaeologists, and we don’t have high-end equipment to distinguish these dates. The few of us can only be considered tomb robbers at best.

"Shuang Ge, I should have seen these patterns somewhere. If I guessed correctly, they should be shaman giant totems of some kind of ceremony. Mr. Tong has many manuscripts left by his ancestors in the Qing Dynasty on his bookshelf, and one of them appears in them.

These totems." Lanzi saw that these patterns looked familiar and ran over to check them out.

"Ritual? What ceremony?"

"Seal! Seal the ancient beast!" Lanzi finally remembered.

I carefully observed the strange totems on each piece of pine-flower slate, not missing any clues. Sure enough, the hard work paid off, and I found a totem of a black dragon on a large stone slab not far in front.

The five-clawed dragon looks similar to the five-clawed golden dragon in the legend of our Chinese civilization.

Similar. Recalling the legend of the Songhua River, it is not difficult to guess that this is the Black Dragon King that the Jurchen Tongjia clan has always believed in. Going further, you can see a body with a slightly silvery body and two short horns on its head.

Little white dragon, the little white dragon has four claws under its belly and spits out ice mist. Its appearance is similar to the legendary demon dragon.

And four familiar sacred beasts appeared in four circles around this dragon, Haidongqing, crow, wolf, and chihu. It's a pity that none of us can understand those weird runes, Lanzi said.

It may be Kazakh, but Meihui said it's a bit like Old Mongolian.

The three of them couldn't discuss anything about Ziwu and Maoyou, and they all had different opinions. Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill rose up in my chest, which happened to be the topaz finger ring hanging around my neck. This treasure has saved me several times.
Chapter completed!