Chapter 957: Lighting the candle (Thank you to the leader of book friend 201812...)

The ink painting fell into the grave.

It was like falling into a dark and suffocating ocean, surrounded by deeper darkness and the cold corpse odor.

I don't know how long I had been falling, but my feet finally touched the ground.

There was a flash of water on the soles of his feet, and he used the passing water step to reduce the force of his fall, and Mo Hua slowly stood up.

People jumped down one after another, and after a while, everyone was there.

Second Master Hui and several black-robed demon cultivators gathered together again, led by the old man in black robes, and continued to move forward.

It was pitch black all around, I couldn't see my fingers, and my field of vision was even worse than above.

Ink painting can only use spiritual power to cover the eyes and activate "night vision".

This is a basic spiritual practice skill that most monks know and is used to see things at night.

However, because the movement of spiritual power will produce fluctuations that attract the attention of other people or monsters, experienced monks will not use night vision in dangerous situations as long as they have some night vision.

The problem is, there is really no vision at all in this tomb.

In a place like this, one cannot fully trust the perception of spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, not only Mo Hua, but everyone has enabled night vision.

A faint layer of spiritual power enveloped the eyes, allowing everyone to discern the surrounding scene. Only then could everyone follow the path and move forward little by little.

But the further we walked, the more strange Mo Hua felt.

The surrounding scene is even more deserted and desolate than the cemetery above.

Moreover, the feet are full of gravel, the walls and rocks are damp and rugged, and there is not even a corridor. It is more like a desolate pit than a built cemetery.

After walking for a while, the old man in black robe suddenly said:

"careful."

Mo Hua sensed something and stopped, sneaking closer to the crowd.

In the darkness, there were wet footsteps.

This footsteps are not underground, but above the head.

It seemed like something was approaching them.

Everyone took out their spiritual weapons and magic weapons, activated their spiritual power and blood energy, and were secretly on guard.

After a moment, a fishy wind suddenly rose in the darkness, and a cold light shone.

This cold light came from top to bottom. Before it could bite the human body, it was grabbed by the bear demon cultivator, smashed his hands and feet, tore his body, and then fell to the ground.

Blood of unknown color slowly flowed out and soaked on the ground.

Mo Hua then took a closer look and discovered that the one who attacked everyone was not a corpse, but a monster.

This monster is covered in scales, with sharp teeth and claws. It looks like a mountain monster, but the facial features on its pointed head actually resemble a human face, which makes it look a bit scary.

"What the hell is this..."

"With a demon body and a human face, what did you eat to become like this?"

Everyone frowned.

Fortunately, although this mountain-piercing demon is weird, it is only the beginning of the third level.

The third-level elementary-level cemetery monster will definitely be a big trouble for Mo Hua, and it will also be extremely troublesome for Hui Erye and the two of them.

But for the three people in the crowd, the leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage, the demon cultivator Xiong Zhu, and the old man in black robes, the threat was not great.

Mo Hua secretly rejoiced.

There are many dangers in this Gushan tomb. Without these great demon cultivators, I really wouldn't be able to get here.

"Keep walking."

The old man in black robe said in a deep voice, and then stepped forward.

Second Master Hui was doubtful. After walking for a while, he frowned and whispered: "It doesn't look like a tomb at all..."

Mr. Hui frowned and had an indescribable feeling.

After walking like this for a while, the view suddenly opened up, and a very huge mine appeared, so big that the edge could not be seen clearly.

Everyone's hearts sank slightly, and they slowly walked to the edge of the mine, their eyes falling.

In the dark night, some blurry scenes in the wide mine gradually became clear through night vision.

Second Master Hui turned pale in shock. Even the demon cultivators, including the old man in black robes, had their pupils narrowed and couldn't help but take a breath.

The mine in front of me is abandoned and collapsed.

Not only can you look around, you can't see the edge, but when you look down, you can see that it's bottomless and full of corpses!

It's like a sea of ​​corpses.

Some of these corpses were rotten, some were dried, some were buried in ore, and some seemed to have been eaten by monsters at the bottom of the mountain. They were so dilapidated that they were piled together like garbage.

There are also people who seem to be struggling before death.

These people, all dressed in ragged clothes, almost without exception, are mine repairmen. At a glance, you can tell how many there are.

They are crying for help, angry and desperate.

As a tomb robber, you must have blood on your hands.

As a demon cultivator, he has killed countless people.

But even so, seeing the scene in front of them, seeing so many corpses piled up together, even the few murderous demon cultivators in the scene were a little stunned.

This kind of death is unpretentious and cruel.

"Is this... a mining accident?" Mr. Hui said in a hoarse, trembling voice.

"This is such a big mining disaster..." Shitou was also a little unbelievable.

The pupils of the ink painting trembled slightly, and the face was as sinking as water.

There is no record of this huge mining disaster in the Shen family's classics, including Daotingsi's documents.

Not even a little bit.

Including the jade slips inside the Shen family that Shen Xiuyan secretly gave him, there was no trace at all.

There is no way that the Shen family was unaware of such a serious mining disaster.

They deliberately concealed it.

At this time, Mo Hua finally understood why hundreds of years ago, there were suddenly so many orphans in Gushan City.

Because their parents and ancestors all died in this mine.

The children they left behind had no one to care for them, so they naturally became orphans.

Orphans have a hard time making a living and have nowhere to practice. Even when they grow up, they can easily die in the cruel world of cultivation. Their next generation of children will become orphans again...

Generation after generation, Gushan City has truly become an "isolated" mountain city.

But this matter may not be that simple...

Mo Hua turned his head silently and looked at Shen Qingsheng beside him.

Shen Qingsheng was knocked unconscious by the bear demon cultivator and carried all the way by rocks. At this time, he was aroused by the Yin Qi and saw countless corpses in front of him. His pupils were dilated and his face was pale.

Mr. Xuan also looked at him and praised:

"Is this the work of your Shen family? In such a large mass grave, I'm afraid no less than 100,000 people died..."

Shen Qingsheng immediately said in horror: "How is it possible? How could this be something done by my Shen family?"

Mr. Xuan smiled gloomily: "Is this your Shen family's mine?"

"no……"

"Isn't this your Shen family's mine?"

"yes……"

Shen Qingsheng was a little panicked for a moment and said, "No! Someone must have framed me to commit such murders in the mines of the Shen family! It must be!"

"My Shen family is upright and upright. We are a fifth-rank family in the Qianxue Prefecture. We are hereditary from the Qiandao Sect. We act upright and sit upright..."

"This... this is a mining accident, a natural disaster, and has nothing to do with my Shen family!"

Shen Qing gritted his teeth and said.

Mr. Xuan sneered, "Whether it was your Shen family who did it or not, once this matter is exposed and it is said that a mass grave was buried under your Shen family's mine, I'm afraid you will be in trouble if the Taoist government investigates again." Let’s go.”

Shen Qingsheng's face turned pale for a moment, "No, these lowly mud-legged people will die as soon as they die. What does it have to do with my Shen family..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.

Mr. Xuan shook his head. He actually didn't care what Shen Qingsheng said.
To be continued...