My brain felt dizzy. I wonder if it was caused by the continued weightlessness.

There was darkness all around, and the broken limbs where the demons were dancing around were gone.

Under the dim light of the flashlight, it was hazy, like a world falling into mist.

"Tang Tian!"

"Wake up!"

"Snapped!"

There was a burning pain on my face, and the feeling of weightlessness in my brain quickly faded away. My back felt like it was lying on the cold, hard floor, and it hurt.

The thick fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and a young man's face with sharp edges came into view.

"Zhang Ziyu?" I said, not having much strength in my body at this time.

"You just reached the bottom of the tomb, and you were lying on the ground twitching. It was useless to call you. You were possessed by evil spirits, right? Fortunately, I recited a Taoist scripture to exorcise evil spirits, and you finally woke up." Zhang Ziyu stood half way beside me.

Squatting down, he lifted me up from the ground.

I shook my head, stood up slowly with his help, and shined a flashlight on the hole in my head.

It was pitch dark, and there was no trace of light coming from the entrance of the thief's cave.

"How deep is this thief's cave? I think you jumped down directly?" I asked.

"Ha~ Have you forgotten? We, the Zhang family, practice Taoist exercises, and we know a bit of Qinggong, okay?"

"I roughly estimated that the height from the ground to the bottom of the tomb is about fifteen meters." Zhang Ziyu said with a faint smile.

"It's impossible. I counted it when I just came down. It must be more than fifteen meters!" I said.

"Do you smell it?" Zhang Ziyu didn't answer me, but shined the flashlight into the white mist ahead.

"It has a spicy taste, um... and a bit bitter taste." After he reminded me, I looked carefully and found that the color of the white mist was not pure white, but a little light yellow. I didn't notice it before and thought it was

The cause of the flashlight light.

"This...this is the smell of musk!" I thought for a moment and said.

"That's right, an appropriate amount of musk will calm the soul, and an excessive amount of musk will calm the soul."

"I'm afraid you were not only fascinated by ghosts just now, but also by the musk." Zhang Ziyu said.

"Maybe." Just as I answered Zhang Ziyu, I accidentally looked down and saw the yellow-green pus remaining on the trouser legs, and under the torn trouser hem, there was an obvious bruised paw print on the ankle.

"How much musk must be put in this tomb to have such a strong smell?" Zhang Ziyu asked, while stepping into the thick fog.

"Were all the guys before you so casual? Are you like going to the vegetable market?" I followed him in small steps and said in a low voice.

"Isn't there a great expert like you beside me? What kind of hidden weapons am I afraid of?" Zhang Ziyu smiled slightly.

"This tomb is very strange. Why is there such a heavy fog?" I asked him instead of answering him.

"Heming Mountain is on the riverside. It is estimated that this tomb is connected to the riverside somewhere, and the river fog and clouds have come in." Zhang Ziyu guessed.

"Gudong!"

At this moment, there was a crisp sound in the darkness ahead, like a glass marble hitting the damp bluestone at the bottom of the tomb.

"Gudong!"

Seven times in a row, it was like seven glass marbles rolling down to the bottom of the tomb, sliding towards us from all directions.

Zhang Ziyu and I became nervous for a moment, and automatically stood back to back, staring vigilantly into the darkness around us, flashlights constantly shining on the surroundings. This kind of sound, for the gang leader, is the last thing we want to hear in the tomb.

You can hear it in the room, because it seems that the owner of the tomb has woken up, and it is likely to be a corpse. People who live on the top floor or near the top floor, especially in children's bedrooms, can sometimes hear something like the rolling of glass marbles after midnight at night.

Sound. For families that don’t live on the top floor, parents may comfort their children by saying it’s the puppies and kittens playing upstairs. But if they live on the top floor, it’s hard to tell the source of the sound. Parents usually scold their children, saying it’s too windy.

Or why bother with so much. In fact, this sound like rolling marbles is a signal for communication between the Yin and Yang worlds, but ordinary people cannot see ghosts, so there is no need to be afraid even if they hear the sound. After this sound appears

, usually there are ghosts passing by and passing through the house where the sound is heard. As for why the sounds are always coming from the ceiling, it is because the world of the earth and the underworld are reversed to a certain extent. As long as the ghosts passing by are not attracted by other things, they will come from the ceiling.

Passing is equivalent to us living people walking on the floor.

"Coming!" I reminded in a low voice.

"Whoa!"

Zhang Ziyu grabbed the wooden Bagua card hanging from his waist, held it in front of him, and muttered something.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of manly laughter echoed around.

"Boom!"

A thin, feminine voice with the charm of Sichuan opera floated from the darkness.

"Chuchi!"

For a moment, the sound of gongs and drums was overwhelming.

"woo woo woo woo!"

It may be that extreme joy brings about sorrow, and the miserable cry of a woman came from the front.

"I may meet a big shot today!" I thought to myself.

Suddenly a biting cold wind blew up from somewhere, and the originally thick white mist was blown away.

The scene in front of me gradually became clearer.
Chapter completed!