The wind was like a tidal wave, howling in the cave, and hitting the wood at such a fast speed. He flew a thousand meters in just ten seconds. As the distance got deeper and deeper, he finally saw... a scene he hadn't seen last time.

Just on the other side of the river, huge rocks stand in the cave with a rough and primitive style. They are very high, probably twenty or thirty meters, and the heights are not equal, and they are scattered in the forest. And they have obvious traces of artificial carvings——

Each rock is in the shape of a square prism, and the surface is covered with tree roots and weeds, but you can still see the original neat rock surface below. Moreover, you can see clear patterns on every rock surface.

Those are black bird totems.

In just a few seconds, the giant dragon pillar led Jiang Xian through the forest of stone steles, as if walking through the ancient forest of stone steles. It was magnificent. And in this forest of steles, there were two huge stone gates fifty meters high.

It has long been opened. It is brightly lit inside, and in the center, a huge white figure pulls out from the flickering lights.

Getting closer and closer...it became clearer and clearer. Jiang Xian's hair was blown back by the strong wind brought by the speed. He took out the medical box from his trouser pocket, clamped his legs tightly on Long Nose, and shook his hands tremblingly.

He took off the cotton from the cotton swab and was about to put it into his ear. Suddenly, his fingers stopped.

"This is..." He looked forward blankly, his neck tilted back further and further. After being stunned for half a second, he said hoarsely: "It's actually...here..."

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Boom——!!! A huge bell rang in the cave, as if the entire cave was rippled, and as if the earth was shaking, and the fragmented stones above fell down like raindrops. The human internal organs seemed to be trembling with it.

This sound was so loud that it even made people lose their sense of balance. Ling Xiaozi and the other three felt dizzy. They tried their best to suppress themselves from squatting down and maintained their balance.

Dong Dong Dong——! The bells sounded continuously. The giant dragon pillar hit something hard, and then bounced up high. This process continued under the action of potential energy. For three minutes, there were more than a dozen collision sounds.

Finally, they gritted their teeth and stood up.

Ling Xiaozi pinched Renzhong hard, raised his head suddenly, gasped and shouted: "The person named Jiang..."

"Are you dead? Say something back!"

Zila——! Before he finished speaking, a bright red flare was shot from the direction of the head of the giant Panlong Pillar. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after resting for a minute, they immediately rushed towards the high platform.

Tens of minutes later, everyone climbed onto the command podium. What appeared in front of them was a huge stone door.

The door is about one meter thick and about twenty meters high. When it is fully opened, you cannot see anything on the door. Inside the door, there are towering green terraces, with the sky rising above, flying pavilions flying pills, and the ground below. There are bronze lampstands one after another.

It is covered with patina, and dim lights are swaying on it. The dragon head wall lamps stretch out from all directions, like a candle dragon holding a lamp.

Ling Xiaozi and the other three looked at each other and walked in cautiously. In an instant, they felt that the sky was high and the sky was far away, and everyone was shocked by the scenery in front of them.

It was a larger space than the previous room, with huge dragon pillars standing in it. It was probably fifty meters high and the area was no less than a kilometer. Not far from the door, a large white dragon towered upright.

The bell is hanging here.

Ding dong... Ding dong... bursts of melodious and tuneless music gently sounded from above the chime clock. When you raise your head, you can see that silver chains hang down from the top of the big clock, drawing elegant arcs in mid-air.

, and then hung on the surrounding giant pillars. There are chimes, drums, chimes, square rings, harps... and other musical instruments hanging on them. Big clocks

The surface is covered with purple lines, and it is impossible to know the whole picture just by looking at one side. Below is a square altar, probably about a hundred meters in diameter. There are three floors, and three complete Changxin Palace lanterns are placed on each floor. At this moment, the lantern

The niche was swaying with dim firelight. The copper doll seemed to have survived under the firelight. It was looking at them faintly.

Just below the clock, a body lay there, only a pile of bones and the camouflage uniform in tatters.

The dust has covered up the years, the years have swallowed up the history, and the history has hidden the secrets. Walking in this empty hall, the first feeling is grand and solemn. It seems that with the sound of the bells and chimes, you step on

Crossing the long river of history and returning to a time more than two thousand years ago, I became a reverse traveler in time, watching countless workers create and bury all this in the dark underground.

"It's really unbelievable." In silence, Ling Xiaozi walked to the big clock and stroked it gently: "What is happening here?"

"Sacrifice? There is no record of such a large sacrificial place in history? With such a high standard, who does Qin Shihuang want to sacrifice?"

Ding... He flicked the big clock lightly with his finger, and it made a crisp sound: "What... what is the origin of this thing?"

"This is the white jade bell." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xian's figure slowly walked out from behind the clock, gently caressed the surface of the white jade clock, and said slowly: "The swaying white jade bell... it should be what it is talking about. According to the tomb keeper

We have already walked halfway through the tattoo poem. Next... we will encounter 'to ward off evil spirits and step on the clouds and Wangchuan River, and look at Penglai coming out of the Nine Netherworld at night'."

After the last word fell, the veins in one of his hands tightened, he pressed hard on the clock face, and then pulled hard with all his strength!

Swipe, pull, pull! The big clock slowly rotates. As the clock rotates, the painting on its surface gradually takes on the full picture: a striped road outlines a pair of wings that are about to fly, with gorgeous patterns. Left and right symmetry...

...Ling Xiaozi's mouth opened wider and wider. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly turned back to look at Jiang Xian. His lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes almost popped out. He pointed at the other person with trembling fingers, unable to say a word.

That's...the Black Death Butterfly!

Not too many strokes, not too little. Jiang Xian gently touched his chest. The black death butterfly pattern on his chest was like a flame, burning his hands. The Lanshanhai sect has been passed down for thousands of years.

Trapped in this curse. Countless ancestors have embarked on the journey to reveal the secret, but no one has found even the slightest clue. Now, he finally found the clue!

"Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are springing in front of the diseased trees." Ling Xiaozi shook his fly whisk and nodded sincerely: "Congratulations."

Boom - Jiang Xian lightly punched the clock face, his voice filled with burning excitement, and he gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Thank you, but this is not enough!"

"Only by walking down can we truly know what is this problem that has troubled my master for two thousand years." He raised his head, clenched his fists, looked at the ceiling where the light and shadow were intertwined, and said hoarsely: "Master, master

...The ancestors of all generations are looking at me..."

I don't want to die.

Walking down, continuing to search, a nearly sacrificial black death butterfly pattern appears, then... I'm afraid the truth is not far away.

Shalala... The rotation of the big clock was getting slower and slower. Jiang Xian finally put down his hand and patted the dust. Suppressing his overturned heart, he said in a deep voice: "There is still some gap between this and the curse of the Black Death Butterfly on me.

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"Did you see that there is something extra here?"

Around the black death butterfly, there is a circle of curves that are also symmetrical, completely wrapping it up. Jiang Xian raised a finger and said solemnly: "Before you came up, I took a look at this room. The most important thing is

There is only one problem: there is no exit here."

No Exit?

Everyone's eyes narrowed. Does this mean they have reached the real "core" of this crypt?

"No...that's not right!" After pondering for a few seconds, everyone spoke almost in unison. Hong Siniang quickly said: "We have speculated on two possibilities for this kind of room. The first is a warehouse. If so, then...

Where are their things shipped to?”

"The purpose of building a warehouse underground is for convenience. In other words, the huge thing built at that time was not far from the warehouse! It is impossible to deliberately dismantle such a thing!"

His eyes moved around inch by inch: "It must be there... They have blocked the road to the 'truth', but it must be nearby!"

Ling Xiaozi flicked his fly whisk and continued with Hong Siniang's topic: "Secondly, if it is a tomb... then Qin Shihuang buried quite a few concubines and children with him. They cannot be in the main tomb, but can only be on the periphery. And

We haven’t seen any accompanying burials so far, let alone the tomb chamber.”

"This place... definitely doesn't look like the tomb." He looked at the big clock: "Where is it?"

Is there anything wrong with it?

Jiang Xian understood what the other party said and shook his head: "I didn't find any problem. But...this room is indeed a little different from the previous room. Before you came up, I had already searched the area. The biggest difference is..."

He took a few steps forward and pointed behind the other person: "These murals!"

mural?

Everyone walked to the wall. The wall, which was tens of meters high, stretched as far as the eye could see. As their flashlights shone on it, the ancient wall suddenly became clear. Ling Xiaozi frowned deeply after just looking at it for more than ten seconds.

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"Did you see it?" Jiang Xian said.

Ling Xiaozi nodded, took a few steps forward, and blew away the dust on the wall. He fumbled with his fingers and observed carefully bit by bit. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. After three minutes, he finally straightened up.

He said in a deep voice: "It's strange...it's really strange."

"You have also seen the mural styles of the Qin Dynasty, but...the murals here are earlier than the murals of the Qin Dynasty! At least the style is earlier!"

"At that time, architectural art already paid attention to gorgeous decorations, and the characters had vivid expressions. The wrinkles in the clothes were not spared. But what do you see here?"

Hong Siniang looked carefully and frowned.

On the screen, there were countless people kneeling to worship something. He thought they were worshiping Qin Shihuang before. But when he looked carefully, he saw that these people... were all simple figures!

The clothes were ragged, the face seemed abstract, and the arms were even replaced by a few lines... He pondered for a moment and said: "The style is indeed not quite right, like an earlier work... Yin Shang?"

"Earlier than the Shang Dynasty... this is the clan period!" Jiang Xian said with certainty: "Most of the worship in the Qin Dynasty was only for Qin Shihuang. With this style... the person they worship should not be Qin Shihuang!"

Then... what exactly is worshiped?

Everyone's flashlights shone on it. The next second, everyone's pupils shrank.

What they worship...is a tree.

A huge old tree!
Chapter completed!