In my ears, Huang Zhihua screamed in shock: "What the hell is this? Let's go, I'll cut off the back."

I didn't bother to look back and saw the police officer shaking his hands and grabbed my neck hard. I was busy trying to retreat, but after moving, I couldn't help but stagger. My feet were finally tied with a rope. I hurriedly looked down and looked down

Oh my God - what is this? There are clusters of white tentacles floating on the water, just like a little finger, but there are a lot of them. Now, these strange things like tentacles are tightly wrapped around my feet, and even climbing up along my trouser legs.

When I saw these tentacles crawling on me like worms, I felt disgusted and my stomach was churning severely. I was struggling desperately. I waved the bronze ancient sword in my hand and picked up the tentacles, but there were too many of these tentacles.

Just when I was in a hurry, my head suddenly tightened, something was pulling my head, which made my scalp hurt. I didn't care about the tentacles on my feet. When I looked up, I saw that one hand of the police officer's body grabbed my head tightly, pulled it upwards, and a half-corrupted face. Because I had soaked in the water for a long time, it was swollen and rotten. Just as I looked up, his other hand grabbed my neck quickly. Damn! In a desperate situation, he was probably brave enough. As I roared, the bronze ancient sword in my hand stabbed it hard at its chest.

"Zhizi" The police officer's corpse, who was not afraid of bullets, made a sound different from that of humans, as if it was a strange sound like a reptile, and then fell down straight. Then, I clearly saw that bright red liquid was prominent in the mouth of the police officer's corpse.

Blood? I can't believe my eyes. This is blood, human blood? But wasn't this police officer's body dead long ago? I stared at the police officer's body lying in the water. This was simply incredible. After a person died, the blood would solidify, and the police officer's body had obviously started to rot, so why would there be fresh blood?

Immediately afterwards, an unexpected scene resurrected. The body turned over in the water. The white grimace that had just attached to the body suddenly escaped from the policeman's body and swam towards me quickly with the water. It turned out to be a parasite? I was shocked, but a greater crisis was waiting for me. My feet were wrapped around countless tentacles and could not move. Now this thing is chasing me again. Next to me, I heard the girl's screams and crying, the young master's scolding, and Huang Zhihua's roar.

"Bang"! I also took advantage of my sword, raised my sword and stabbed heavily underwater. The white ghost face turned over and avoided my ancient bronze sword. But at the same time, with a "bang", Huang Zhihua fired. I had to admire his shooting skills. The bullet perfectly shot through the center of the white ghost face. I watched it turn over the water a few times, and then all the tentacles shrank into a ball, and finally stopped moving.

I breathed a long sigh and looked at Huang Zhihua. His face was pale and he had long lost the calm that a soldier should have. Yes, although he solved the white face, there were countless tentacles in the water. These tentacles were disgusting like worms. I even had a little doubt, is this thing the worm mutation of the corpse after death?

"Let's go"! I screamed, dragged my steps hard and heavy, and walked towards the tomb without hesitation.

"Old Xu"! The young master called me behind his back, "You pull me, I can't move." His feet were entangled by dense tentacles and could not move.

"You must leave, otherwise you will be ready to die here." I said coldly, "It's not the same. I thought about it. These tentacles came too strange and numerous. It is impossible to clear them a little bit. The only way is to enter the tomb as soon as possible. These things will never exist in the ancient tomb.

The door of the tomb is only five or six steps away from me. If it were normal, I could reach it in two seconds, but now, my feet weigh a thousand pounds. Every time I walk on my clothes, my tentacles tighten, making my stomach aches, and they try to climb up along my feet.

If they were allowed to climb up, I couldn't help but turn around, and the policeman's body would fall not far from me. Now it has been covered by dense tentacles. Under the light of the flashlight, I clearly saw these tentacles passing through his mouth and nose.

I don't want to die, and such a way of dying is absolutely terrifying. A layer of cold air emerged from my heart, and I was moving forward desperately. Huang Zhihua and the girl were approaching. He held the girl with one hand and vigorously General with a bayonet to maintain the balance of his body. Everyone knew that falling in the water would be a dead end, and the only way was to go to the tomb.

I looked at the stone door of the tomb that had been opened - with the dusk light of the Yatou Miner's light, I vaguely saw a miserable green shadow flashing. Under such circumstances, the young master could only drag his difficult steps towards the door of the tomb.

Step by step, two, three steps, I was finally the first to step into the stone door of the tomb, but at this moment, a faint sigh came from my ears, like the helpless moan of a resentful girl in the deep boudoir. The indescribable sadness made people cry.

I was shocked and busy calming my mind. I didn't care about so much. I stepped into the tomb room. There was no water in the tomb room. Just as I stepped into the tomb room, the white tentacles wrapped around my feet were like insects roasted by fire, withering and falling. Then, Huang Zhihua pulled the girl and walked in.

But at this moment, the young master exclaimed, his body was unstable, he leaned forward, and was about to fall into the water. On the water surface, circles of white tentacles raised their heads, waiting for fresh flesh and blood.

I rushed out in a hurry and grabbed him the moment the young master entered the water, but my feet were once again entangled by countless tentacles.

I pulled the young master desperately, feeling that his body was getting heavier and heavier. The stone door of the tomb was only one step away from me.

[Brother Xu] The girl is about to cry. Today - she has cried many times, with her big, smart eyes, red and swollen.

[Old Xu let me go, you go] In this moment, the young master's body was covered with dense white tentacles. These things were particularly heavy in the water. Now even my hands were covered with dense tentacles, and they were crawling towards my head.

We are all wearing water linings on our bodies and plastic antivirus gloves on our hands, but our faces are now meaningless, so how can we resist the attack of these tentacles?

I sighed desperately - am I really going to die here today?

[Lao Xu, then!] Huang Zhihua took out a rope from his backpack and threw it at me. Because the distance was very close, I pulled the rope and grabbed it tightly in my hand, as if I was grabbing a life-saving straw.

[Let’s pull you up!] Huang Zhihua said.

I nodded, and at the same time, with the other hand, I pulled the young master tightly. When Huang Zhihua pulled the rope hard, I pulled it hard and actually raised one foot. The young master was also pulled and moved by me.

The girl hurriedly threw it over and helped Huang Zhihua pull the rope hard. With the help of the two of them, my pressure was relieved a lot and I tried hard to move my steps. It took us about three minutes to get one meter away. When I pulled the young master closer to the tomb, the tentacles wrapped around him were less than three inches away from his neck. If I had a moment at night, the young master's life would probably not be saved.

Seeing all the tentacles on his body shrink, the young master held the stone door of the tomb and gasped heavily. My clothes were all wet with sweat and heavy water, which made me feel very uncomfortable, but my heart kept beating around [bang].

The girl's whole body was trembling. Obviously, the thrilling scene just now made her frightened a lot.

The young master paused for a while and finally gasped, patted the stone gate of the pastor beside him, and smiled at me: [Lao Xu, if you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune and wealth.]

I could only smile at the young master's theory, but just as we were talking, Huang Zhihua suddenly shouted: [You guys come and see it.]

Just now, all our energy was focused on how to get rid of the entanglement of tentacles. Although the stone door of the tomb was opened, no one had carefully read the plot inside. It was not until the danger was slightly over that we had time to come back to our senses and look at this ancient tomb that was thousands of years ago.

All the miner lights on our heads were dim and unclear. The young master and the girl had already broken down. In desperation, they had no choice but to take out the spare flashlight.

This is a large tomb, estimated to be more than 20 square meters. The size of the tomb is not commensurate with the gorgeousness outside. On both walls, there are a large number of plain reliefs carved, but on the ground, there are still smooth white stone slabs, faintly translucent, like beautiful jade.

This is very similar to an ordinary tomb chamber, with almost no surprise at all, but what makes the four of us creepy is that on the center floor of the tomb chamber, a man was kneeling straight on his back to us, and we couldn't see his face clearly for a while, but this was a very complete body, whether it was a clothes or a person.

On the other side is a girl's relief, just like the relief on the stone pillars in the tomb we just entered, the pure and honest girl's expression is vividly displayed on the wall, but the most important thing is missing in the entire tomb - the coffin!

Yes, there are no coffins in this tomb!

This scene is indescribable. I would rather encounter a mutated corpse like a policeman than see a living person in the tomb.

The light column of the wolf-eyed flashlight in the hands of the young master and the girl shone straight on his slightly hunched back, and under the effects of light and shadow, it added a bit of ghost energy to him.

I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, twisted my neck and looked at Huang Zhihua next to me. From the eyes of this soldier, I saw the same fear.

"Who are you...you...?" The young master's voice trembled.

In the ancient tomb - Are there still living people in the ancient tomb buried for thousands of years? This is absolutely impossible. The young master's voice echoed in the empty tomb chamber, and the man was still kneeling straight on the ground, motionless. The four of us couldn't help but look at each other.

"Go and take a look." I said with determination. It's a disaster that cannot be avoided. No matter whether it is a human or a corpse, I have to go over and take a look. I held the girl, Huang Zhihua holding a gun in his hand, taking care of the young master who had always been reckless. The four of us walked forward step by step.

One step...two steps...three steps...there is a terrible quiet inside the tomb. Even the sound of our footsteps seemed to be pulled away by something, and it was almost impossible to hear. The only thing I could hear was my heart that was about to jump out of my throat because of nervousness.

The girl's hands were trembling, showing her strong uneasiness. Finally, we walked around the figure and walked in front of it.

"It turned out to be a corpse..." The young master obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and I also breathed a sigh of relief. It was very common to see a corpse in the tomb. Whether it was the owner of the tomb, the slaves, craftsmen, or even tomb robbers who were buried with him, they might die in the tomb. Even if the corpse transformed, it only caused our fear. But if we saw a living person in the tomb, it would mean something, and I really don't know.

I took two steps forward and carefully looked at the corpse kneeling straight on the ground. This should be an old man, and he looked very old... Moreover, he was wearing a long gown before the liberation. What surprised me even more was that the old man had a dagger in his chest. The position of the dagger should be the heart.

An old man before liberation appeared in the tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Although I am not sure at present, this tomb was built in the Western Zhou Dynasty and even more ancient, but it cannot be denied that this tomb has existed for thousands of years, but... why did such a corpse exposed to the air not rot? It even almost made us think it was a living person?

If it really died before liberation, then it should be left with only one bone.

"Is this person... suicide?" Huang Zhihua asked me in a low voice.

I shook my head and nodded again... In this case, I couldn't figure out whether this old man committed suicide or killed him, and why did he kneel so straight in the tomb after his death?

"You come and see, this relief..." The young master had always stood with Huang Zhihua, but when he saw it was just a corpse, he immediately plucked up his courage and turned to see the relief on the stone wall. The young master had a special liking for relief. He showed strong interest as early as when we first visited the Yellow River Eye.

I was about to say something about him, but when I looked over, I couldn't help but be surprised... The stone sculptures on the wall were obviously stone sculptures from the war between the two countries. I even saw two countries holding different flags, holding some things in my hands that I couldn't tell what kind of weapons it was, and chopping and killing each other.

I looked over and saw that almost all the stone sculptures were displayed on this. Finally, I could tell a little bit. One of the countries was holding a flag like flowing water, while the other country was holding a flag like lightning. The stone sculptures on the walls were showing that these two countries were constantly fighting, and both sides had their own victory or defeat. I was confused and confused.

There are also some bird seals on these stone sculptures, probably for explanations, but unfortunately I can't understand a single word. I know one word, which is the bronze piece we picked up in the Guangchuan King's Tomb last time. That word frequently appears on the relief here. The girl said that it was the word "Ji".

Ji—It seems to be a surname now, and it has no special meaning. But in bird seal script, what does this word mean?

Suddenly, the young master gently pulled me. I was stunned. The young master made a gesture to me. I looked over with his hand. On the last two reliefs, it was no longer a war, but a group of people surrounded a girl and walked up to a high platform...

I looked at the high platform vaguely, and it seemed a little familiar.

Look! The young master pointed at the relief and his voice couldn't help but tremble: "Look, does this stone platform look like the high platform in the eyes of the Yellow River?"

I looked carefully and said, yes, this white jade platform is indeed surprisingly similar to the high platform we saw in the eyes of the Yellow River, but what exactly does this relief want to express?

I hurriedly looked at the last relief. As expected, this relief was like the last relief in the eyes of the Yellow River. The person who had originally surrounded the stone platform disappeared, leaving only a white high platform.

"You come and see, there are words here..." Just as the young master and I were studying the reliefs on the wall, Huang Zhihua suddenly shouted.

My young master and I were both excited when we heard this. Our biggest dilemma is that no one knows these bird seals. Old man Nanchuangzi obviously knows something, but the old man was cunning and didn't want to say a word, as if he would not rot the secret in his stomach and bring it into the grave. If there were handwritings we could understand here, it would definitely be decisive to unlock the mystery of the Yellow River Dragon Coffin.

We hurriedly surrounded the old man's body. Sure enough, on the ground beside the old man, there were a few shallow handwritings, standard Chinese characters, but they were in traditional Chinese. I felt a little troubled to look at the girl and asked for help.

The girl frowned and whispered: "Blasphemy of the ancestors, commit suicide and apologize!"

"This old man really committed suicide, so stupid!" The young master's big mouth was without any taboos, and he sighed on the spot.

The girl shook her head and said for a while. There seemed to be a few words in front of her, but under the old man's body... the implication is that if you want to know the truth, you have to move the old man's body.

When the young master heard this, he jumped away a little first and shook his mind repeatedly: "You must not look for me for such a thing."

Although I didn't want to do anything to desecrate the corpse at all, in order to find out the whole story, I frowned and smiled bitterly, "I'll do it!" As I said that, I walked to the old man's body, bowed deeply, and couldn't help but mutter, "You are in trouble now, please give me some advice." Maybe it was because the old man's body had been kneeling in the tomb for too long, or maybe it was a coincidence, just after I finished speaking, the old man's body fell straight over, which scared us.

The flashlight beam in the girl's hand fell on the old man's face involuntarily, but the beam was trembling slightly, showing his fear.

As expected, this is really an old man. I guess he is about ten years old. His skin on his face is dry and pressed against the bones. His eyes are slightly open. I can even see the white eyeballs inside. I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I feel that it is also looking at me. This is the only corpse I have seen in the ancient tomb that has not been cursed to death. This old man committed suicide.

But I was suspicious, could it be that the ten-year-old man was still robbing the tomb? Suddenly, my heart moved. Could it be that this old man was the old man who disappeared on the Yellow River dragon coffin back then? "Look, there are words here." The young master shouted.

I hurriedly came over. Sure enough, under the old man's body, there were a few Chinese characters carved in it, which was still in traditional Chinese. I understand that simplified Chinese characters were improved only after liberation, and traditional Chinese - there are still some people using them now, which is not uncommon.

We are a little uncomfortable with simplified Chinese. Because the girl has been doing archaeological work all year round, she is naturally very familiar with this kind of handwriting. She immediately recited: "The world is not complete, the Jiazi is not complete, the shadow is broken, the Yellow River eyes are dry, the ghost coffin is opened, and the devil appears." "What does it mean?" The young master and Huang Zhihua asked at the same time.

The girl shook her head, what does it mean? I don’t know what this means, but I understand a little in my heart that this old man - the protagonist in my grandma's story, the old man who disappeared on the platform, is the elder of the old man Nan Caizi.

Maybe he had seen something, so he entered the eye of Ying Kunlun. But why did he say Ying Kunlun's destruction? What puzzled me even more was that he had also come into contact with the Yellow River Dragon Coffin, but why did he not die from a curse and commit suicide?

What method did he use to keep the body from rotting? And what does the word "break" mean?

Is it a different point of pointing to breaking the tomb chamber? However, the world is not complete and the Jiazi is not complete. I could guess it in the corruption of the sky and the earth. Originally, it was sixty years, but now, it is sixty years. We juniors have entered the eye of Ying Kunlun. If it is because of our entry, it is considered to be broken. Then what does the next ghost coffin and the demon king represent?

Old man Nan Chuizi said that Ying Kunlun Feng’s eyes are not suitable for burying men, so the one buried here is definitely a female corpse, but - I have never heard of a woman becoming a demon king.

"What's this mean?" The young master sighed and his eyes fell on the wall opposite. It was a girl's relief, with extremely exquisite carving craftsmanship. The young master looked at the relief, couldn't help but turn his mind, and looked at the girl again, and after a while, he said, "What do you think of this relief?" Don't talk nonsense! I was busy drinking and stopping the young master. I just saw that the girl in a golden robe looked similar to the girl.

"Like me!" The young master didn't say anything, but the girl continued to say it. I was busy comforting the girl and said that it is normal for people to look similar, and it is no big deal.

But the girl smiled nervously, her smile was indescribable, and her originally bright eyes were filled with a kind of lost frenzy.

I was secretly worried that at this time, the girl must not have anything to do. Huang Zhihua, who had not spoken, suddenly asked: "Who are you talking about it, who is the most famous devil in history?" The most famous devil in history?

I thought about it, then thought about it, and finally said, "It should be the legendary Chiyou."

"No!" Huang Zhihua shook his head and said. "Although I don't understand history, Chi You is definitely not an existence in myths and legends, but there are indeed such people in history. Since Huangdi can be the ancestor of China, how could Chi You, as his old rival, be a legendary figure?"
To be continued...