C53 ancient tomb

This was a very large room, but it was more like a cave than a room. Within this enormous cave, there was a circular shaped stage. There were three flights of stairs, each with several dozen steps.

At the top of the dais was a coffin, and on each step were different things.

I carefully walked around, but didn't see Grandpa Gu. Could it be that he was on top of the altar?

I hesitated for a moment, then began to climb the steps. In the process, I looked at what was on the steps, but there was no fan I was looking for.

The first step consisted of nineteen steps with bits of yellow paper scattered on them. On the yellow paper, there were some pictures of swords and sabers. I lowered my head and sniffed. The yellow paper gave off the smell of blood. The pictures on it were drawn with blood.

I felt that this might be some kind of sorcery. However, it was obvious that this kind of sorcery was used against living people, because I had safely passed through them without suffering any injuries.

I started up the second flight of stairs again. The second floor had a total of 18 levels, and on top of them were a few small clay figurines. Some of the clay men were standing, holding a spear in their hands. Some were crouching and shooting arrows with their bows bent.

Strangely, their faces and blades seemed to be aimed at the altar. It was as if their enemies were in that coffin.

I bent down and looked at them closely. I saw that both standing and crouching, their eyes were fierce, as if they were trying to kill an enemy they could not see.

I don't know why, but I feel a little uncomfortable.

I've heard a lot about dolls before, and I know this stuff is evil. Even though I'm a ghost right now, I don't want to mess with it. So I took care not to step on them.

When I reached the ninth step, I suddenly realized that the direction of the clay figure had changed. They drew their bows and nocked their arrows, all pointed downwards.

I looked up and saw the eyes of these clay figurines staring at me. Their weapons were also aimed at me, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

My heart skipped a beat as I abruptly turned my head to look behind me. I noticed that the other clay figures behind me were also glaring at me.

My mind buzzed and I finally understood. It turned out that the clay figures below were not here to deal with the coffins, but rather the strangers who had barged into this place.

I'm standing in the middle of the second step. There were innumerable clay figures above and below, and they were all glaring at me, the intruder. This feeling was as if he was being surrounded.

Although I wasn't physically hurt, it wasn't a good feeling. So I walked faster, trying to get through.

However, just as I took a step forward, I heard a loud shout by my ear, "Kill …"

The next moment, a gust of cold air flew towards my neck. I flinched, and felt a stab of pain.

With a hum, a sharp arrow was nailed in front of me. I touched my neck. It was already bleeding.

Where did this arrow come from? I looked around in panic. Nothing but a bunch of clay figurines.

I fearfully thought, "Could it be that these clay figures are up to mischief?"

I didn't dare go up. I wanted to go down. Who knew that just as I was thinking this, I heard a shout from behind me, "Kill!"

This time, I had the experience. Ignoring everything else, I bent down and suddenly bent over the stairs.

Then, I saw another shiny sword swing above my head. If I hadn't reacted fast enough, I would have been cut into two halves.

When the sword's owner missed, he quickly hid himself. In a daze, I saw that they were hiding behind the Mud Man.

I wiped off the cold sweat on my forehead and thought: I won't go up or down. It seems that I want to kill them all.

I stood there for a moment, thinking, and then I took a tentative step upward. At the same time, I jerked my head around and saw an incredible scene.

I saw a clay figure, and the shadow behind it expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a giant wraith in its hands.

With a flash of the blade, it slashed towards my neck.

Because I was prepared in advance, I twisted my body to the side and dodged the blade.

Having missed, the giant retreated to the back of the clay figure.

My heart cleared. So it was a shadow. It wasn't the mud man that was trying to kill me, it was the shadow of the mud man.

As the clay men bent their bows, their shadows would come out to shoot. The clay men wield their knives, and their shadows come out to chop off their heads. Fortunately, I had left hesitantly and only triggered one of them. If I had gone a little faster and dozens of shadows appeared, I would have turned into a pile of meat paste.

I sat on the steps, afraid to move. Though I know what's hurting me. But that doesn't mean I can escape.

I was careful to dodge one or two attacks, but that didn't mean I could walk through them easily.

I scratched my head with all my might. I felt like my brain was about to scratch it out: Is this ancient head abnormal?

Just as I was worrying, I suddenly had a thought: Wait, is this an ancient tomb?

I remember Xia Xin telling me before that Grandpa Gu stole a tomb when he was still alive. The tomb was divided into three levels, the first level was for the living, the second level was for the dead and the third was for the Nagzul.

As I was walking through the first floor, I saw a lot of yellow paper on the floor, drawn with swords and sabers. From the looks of it, these spells were meant to deal with living people.

And I'm on the second level, and the shadows of these clay figures are obviously meant to deal with ghosts.

Could this ancient tomb be the tomb that Grandpa Gu stole?

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. I clearly remembered that Xia Xin told me that Grandpa Gu had brought a little imp to pass the second floor. That little imp was nearly scared out of his wits.

I was scared when my eyes fell on the mud man next to me. No. This should not be the same ancient tomb.

The tomb that Grandpa Gu stole was not made of clay, but clay. It was made of clay and was about the same size as a real person's tomb. In other words, it was made of terracotta soldiers. The clay figurines here were roughly made and only a few inches tall. The blades in his hands weren't made of mud. They weren't made of mud.

From the looks of it, after Grandpa Gu stole all the tombs of other people, a yearning arose in his heart and he built a mountain stronghold for himself. However, his strength was lacking and he acted a little crude.

I grumbled about Grandpa Gu in my heart, then started worrying about my own matters.

Grandpa Gu's tomb is indeed a bit weak, but it's enough to kill me. I'm trapped in the middle of the second floor. How do I get out?

If only my physical body was still here, these shadows would not affect me. But unfortunately, it was already too late.

I sat on the steps for a moment. He stared at the clay figures, lost in thought. The shadow behind the clay figure jumped around, swaying back and forth with the fire. It was like the core of a venomous snake, halting and vomiting …

Hm? Flames?

As if enlightened, I turned my head abruptly and stared fixedly at an oil lamp five steps away.

The oil lamp was placed casually on the stairs. It was not burning strongly and its light was dim. As the wind blew, it swayed, wanting to extinguish. But from beginning to end, it had not been destroyed.

At first I thought the lamp was for light, to climb the altar. Now I suddenly understood that it was for the mud people.

Excited, I shot up from the steps. I lost my balance, swayed, and kicked a clay figure.

Then I heard a loud shout, "Kill!"

Then, a huge shadow appeared, holding a bronze hammer and smashing it towards my skull.

Trembling in fear, I scrambled forward. I dodged one and alerted the other, and soon a dozen shadows were lunging at me with spears in their hands.

Everything in front of me was a cold blade. I couldn't avoid it at all. I steeled my heart, not caring about the spear or the sword. I used all my strength to rush to the oil lamp and blow on it.

Puff … The oil lamp went out. At the same time, the spear stabbed me.

In the instant that the oil lamp went out, the shadow disappeared, and the spear disappeared. My stomach hurt a little, but it didn't prick.

It was pitch black, and I collapsed on the steps, gasping for breath.

After a long time, I slowly got up. By then, my hands and feet had already weakened.

I stood up and slowly climbed the remaining nine steps. Without the light from the oil lamp, I would inevitably step on a clay figurine as I walked.

From time to time, a creaking sound came from beneath my feet, and I felt a chill as I imagined those clay figures under my feet, their arms and legs broken and disfigured.

Fortunately, these nine steps weren't very long. I left very quickly, and nothing happened along the way.

I came to the third landing, and then I saw a man, his hands clasped behind his back, standing at ease on the steps, as if he were welcoming me.

I was so scared that my scalp went numb. I said with some fear, "You …. Are you old? "

That person didn't say anything, but just continued to stand there. It was so dark I couldn't see his face.

I looked to the side, where there seemed to be an oil lamp, and felt around and found a box of matches.

I struck the match.

I couldn't wait for the light to come on, so I held up the match to the man. Then I shivered, and the match fell to the ground with a clatter and went out, and it was dark again.

The person who is standing in front of me is not Grandfather Gu, but Mr. Zhao.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. This was the third floor, and the third floor did indeed have this life-like body. I found the Mr. Zhao's body, this is a good thing. "

I mumbled something, then rekindled the match and forced myself to light the oil lamp.

When I turned back to look at Mr. Zhao, my mind was buzzing with cold sweat.

He was grinning at me.