Judging from the momentum of the voice just now, there is no doubt that there is an ancestor of beasts guarding the underground here.
However, this unknown beast ancestor not only did not harm them, but also restored their physical and mental strength to an excellent state.
Zhou Sheng felt a little confused. He could not understand the profound meaning of the beast ancestor's actions.
He is now leaving the passage wide open without blocking it at all. Is he planning to wait until he goes deeper before making a move to invite you into the urn?
However, the tombkeeper walked straight ahead along this road, towards the core of the mountains and seas: "It doesn't matter. That's our destination anyway."
Zhou Sheng raised his eyebrows: "That's right."
He followed the footsteps of the tombkeeper and felt a lot more relaxed.
Regardless of whether this was a trap by the Beast Ancestor or not, they were going to the core of the mountains and seas to obtain the soil.
Not to mention traps, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, he will break through. Therefore, there is no need to worry about what may happen.
Just stay vigilant and be fully prepared. For the rest, just do your best and let fate dictate.
By coincidence, Zhou Sheng felt that his luck had always been good!
Even if he is facing an unprecedented dangerous situation at this moment, even if this bizarre world of mountains and seas will eventually become his tomb.
Until the last moment, who can know how things will develop?
"Gravekeeper, let me ask you a question." Zhou Sheng said as he walked.
"What?"
"Are you afraid of death?"
"Afraid." The tombkeeper's answer was very decisive, without any hesitation.
Zhou Sheng suddenly laughed: "Since you are afraid of death, why do you always act in such a way that you are not afraid of death?"
Zhou Sheng always felt that the tombkeepers never knew what "cherishing one's life" meant.
In every battle he experienced, he behaved like a lunatic who knew no danger, and never minded taking risks and risking his life.
"I'm afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid of...retreating." The gravekeeper lowered his eyes and looked at the ground under his feet, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhou Sheng knew that the "retreat" of the tomb guard did not mean retreating from a certain battle.
"Someone told me before that they hope I will never retreat or compromise."
The gravekeeper rarely mentioned his past stories, but there was a sense of loneliness in his tone.
"I don't remember who that person is. But I also hope that I will never retreat."
If he retreats, if human beings retreat, if they face these enemies that are far stronger than human beings themselves, there will be no spirit of uncompromising.
Then their Great Wall may have been trampled by iron hoofs long ago.
The human world behind them may no longer be prosperous.
Generation after generation of struggle has allowed the small and weak human beings outside the mountains and seas to have such a warm home.
Those who fought at the beginning may have reached the end of their lives and cannot see the scene today.
Perhaps today's scenery still contains countless dirty and dark images.
But if you keep fighting, one day those obscure corners will be illuminated by the sun.
Those injustices will be improved; those wrong policies will be improved...
As long as humans are depicted in this landscape, there is always hope.
Human beings are insignificant, but they still live in the world. Living itself is hope.
Human life is short, but human heritage continues in the world. Heritage itself is progress.
"What about you?" the tombkeeper asked suddenly.
While he was speaking, he suddenly stopped.
Zhou Sheng naturally noticed the strange stones piled up in front of him. The stones were dazzlingly white and placed in a very strange shape, as if they formed some kind of totem.
He thought of the legend from ancient times: There was an old man who was hunting, and when he encountered nameless rocks, they felt sad and sincere to each other, as if they were sacrificed and fed with blood. He snatched the rocks with his head and suddenly hit the mountain. Only then did he know that the mountain was not Zhou.
It is said that a hunter saw white rocks arranged like sacrificial patterns in the mountains. Suddenly he felt a sense of solemnity in his heart, so he sprinkled his own blood and worshiped among the stones.
When his head hit the ground, the hunter suddenly crashed into Buzhou Mountain.
Zhou Sheng used to believe that most of these myths and legends were compiled by humans themselves to prove the existence of the ancient founders. This instilled belief and awe in human hearts.
Later, as he learned more and more about the truth of ancient times, he slowly realized that many of the stories in legends were the truth hidden behind history.
Just like the jagged rocks in front of you, I'm afraid it's the entrance to Buzhou Mountain. If you break through this, you can crash into Buzhou Mountain.
The reason why the tombkeeper stopped suddenly was because he knew that they had arrived at their destination.
But no one can predict what they will encounter in Buzhou Mountain.
Whether they can successfully find the soil and bring it back, or whether they will encounter obstacles again...
No one knows what the road ahead is, but only by walking down can you see the scenery.
Zhou Sheng chuckled lightly and replied: "Me too, I don't want to retreat."
As they spoke, the two of them cut their fingers at the same time and dripped blood on the white rocks.
In fact, Zhou Sheng is very similar to the tombkeeper. He is also afraid of death, but he is obviously afraid, but he always chooses to move forward.
Isn’t this true of every human progress in history?
They all have to fight their way forward in an indomitable way.
The two of them stepped into the middle of the troubled world, bent down, and performed a devout worship ceremony.
When leaning over, Zhou Sheng was still in the mood to joke: "When entering Buzhou Mountain, there is no need to recite secret commands or spells. I always feel like something is missing."
The tombkeeper said calmly: "Then just call sesame and open the door."
Zhou Sheng felt that the tombkeeper had a bit of humor, but: "Your voice and expression really don't tell you that you are joking..."
Naturally, the tombkeeper remained expressionless in response to Zhou Sheng's complaints.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Sheng felt that the light and shadow around him had changed.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a completely different scene before him.
There were countless lush green branches and shadows, and the gentle sunlight shone on him through the gaps in the branches and leaves.
Different from the dazzling brightness of the world of mountains and seas, although the sunshine here is clear, it is very mild.
Zhou Sheng couldn't help but raise his head and let the shadow of the leaves hit his face.
For a moment, he felt as if he had just emerged from the deep tomb and was able to see the light of day again.
"It turns out that Buzhou Mountain is so beautiful." Zhou Sheng said with emotion, "It seems different from the legend..."
This is a kind of natural and simple beauty, with the most primitive mountains, trees, streams and sunshine.
It doesn't have the colorful beauty of flower gardens, nor does it have any wonderful scenery.
But it is this pure state that makes those who are in it feel like their minds have been cleansed.
Zhou Sheng couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. The actions of the tombkeeper next to him were quite disturbing.
He took out his short knife and directly made deep cross marks on several surrounding trees and rocks. These man-made marks immediately destroyed the natural beauty.