C7

Why did Zhu Di ask for the same thing in the past?

That was because aside from this shard that could last for tens of thousands of years, there was another name, "Ghost Appearance".

This meant that whenever the evil spirits and evil spirits approached the drop oil, it would change its expression, but Zhu Di was actually unhappy in his later years. He wanted to play the role of the King in the throne room in the daytime, but he couldn't sleep at night.

In the early years, Zhu Di was able to fight well and had attacked the Northern Desert several times. His hands were drenched in blood and his feet were covered in white bones, but the thing that worried Zhu Yun the most was that he was going to fight for his life. Zhu Di was afraid that one day he would attack the Forbidden City and take back his throne.

Until one day, someone told Zhu Di that there was such an oil lamp in the world. Not only did it last for tens of thousands of years, it could even make a ghost appear.

When Zhu Di heard this, he was overjoyed. He immediately used the excuse of constructing the long mausoleum as an excuse to ask for more oil from the ten thousand taels of gold.

However, even after Zhu Di died, he still hadn't seen this lamp oil that would last for tens of thousands of years.

And the reason why I told you this story is actually to say that the flame beside me is changing color, becoming green and lustering like a green Ni light.

Saner and I were only ten steps away from the platform, which meant that as long as we were willing, we could enter the water and exit the tomb within a few steps.

At this moment, a cluster of flames beside the waterway that led to the outside was indicating the arrival of a change.

The Heavenly Crying in my arms started to heat up, like a piece of metal being gradually heated up. I originally wanted to continue pretending to sleep to see where the ghost was, but the Heavenly Crying was too hot, so hot that I wanted to throw it away.

My eyes flew open, and I pressed my lips together, a cold look flashing across my face.

The flickering flame ignited in my eyes. The green flame dyed my skin in a very strange way. I silently sat up and coincidentally saw a lump of black ink that could move. It was rapidly retreating from the platform towards the water.

"Saner."

I shouted fiercely, startling Saner who immediately flipped over from the ground, and looked around in a daze, saying, "What, what happened?"

"Look at the fire."

After I gave the order, I ignored Saner and focused on running. After running a few steps, I dove into the water like a fish.

Borrowing the aid of the firefly's green light, I saw a black shadow swiftly floating in the water in front of me. I immediately took out a Heavenly Crying and thrusted towards that black shadow.

"Chi!"

I couldn't understand what was making the sound in the water. It was like the cry of a hungry baby, or the sound of iron being heated and thrown into the water to cool.

Although I couldn't tell what that sound was, I knew that it was injured from the stab just now.

The shadow's movement speed was much slower than before, so I followed closely behind while stepping on the water. I wanted to see where this thing had come from.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, I would never have expected that the black shadow would not go out of the door, not to the outer tomb, but to dive deeper instead. It was also the first time I knew that the inner tomb's waterway was this deep.

Although I wanted to stay behind it forever, perhaps this way we could find a way out, in the end, I had no choice but to give up. Firstly, I couldn't hold back my anger anymore, and secondly, the underwater pressure was too great.

After returning back from the original route, I told Saner what had happened and held another escape convention.

"Bro, do you think this exit is underwater?"

I felt that Saner's words were reasonable, so I nodded: "Even if we knew that the exit was underwater, we wouldn't be able to go down. I went underwater for more than ten meters, and I can't go down any further, the underwater pressure is just too great."

Saner looked around and said: "Didn't they say that there are priceless gold, silver, and jewelry in the ancient tomb? But the tomb only has some rotten weapons, wine jars, and not a single pebble.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Saner's words made my eyes light up. In the blink of an eye, I have caught onto a point that might be the key for us to escape.

Seeing the two of us in such a state, Saner was a little unsure. He asked me, "Brother, can this work?"

"It should work. This is the only way I can think of."

I bent down to pick up the wine jar from the ground and pour it over my head. I was also very nervous, if there was any accident after we enter the water, then Saner, the landlubber, would be in danger.

In fact, the solution that I came up with is very simple. Just like this inner tomb, I use the principle of vacuum.

I first took out a rope from my flour bag and tied Saner's and my belt together. Then, I smashed a wine jar to pieces, picked out two of the larger ones, and tied these burning fragments of the flame onto Saner's and my head. Finally, I got Saner to pick out a relatively good metal sword from the pile of junk, and picked out two wine jars that could fit our heads perfectly.

The Eastern Han Dynasty wine jugs were all large and flat, not much different from our current wine jugs. The only difference was that the opening was large enough to fit our heads into the jug.

This jar had been glazed before, which meant that the ancients had already made a great breakthrough in the ceramic industry. If this jar hadn't been glazed, it would have already turned into sand over 2000 years.

Alright, let's not talk too much. Just like that, the two of us fearlessly plopped down twice and headed towards the inner tomb.

As I expected, we were going to be in the water with our heads in the vat, and the water was pushing down under pressure, and it really didn't drown our heads, and we were breathing freely, and the oil burning on our heads gave us plenty of light, and if anything was lacking, it was that our eyes could only look down at our feet, not forward.

Carrying this simplified version of the diving equipment, we quickly went back to the previous position, twisting our waists, I indicated for Saner to follow me.

Because in the water, I didn't know what Saner would say, but I was very sure that he would pay his respects to me and deepen another hundred levels.

It took us almost ten minutes to land on the riverbed.

Don't ask me how we can overcome the buoyancy and dive fast without lead.

I will tell you, each of us carries a jug of water on our back. This jug is filled to the brim with water, yet it weighs forty to fifty catties?

Because of the buoyancy, although the two of us were walking on the riverbed with our backs facing each other, we weren't tired at all. However, as the two of us walked forward step by step, I realized that the riverbed was only fifty steps wide and circular, which meant that Saner and I were drawing circles under the water.

At that time, I immediately stomped my foot on the riverbed. I don't know what I stepped on, but I heard a "weng!" A muffled sound rang out, and just as I was still in a daze, I heard another "Bang, bang, bang!" Several cracking sounds could be heard.

I was still stupidly holding onto the jar when the jar of wine covering my head and the jar on my back that was acting as a lead block crumbled into pieces. My head was instantly flooded …

I screamed in my heart, "Linen fell! I don't want to die!"