C15

"I can't, I really can't."

The booklet looked like it had lost its soul. It mumbled to itself as it continued to move forward mechanically.

He was not a saint nor was he a Bodhisattva Guan Yin. If he could not even save himself, how could he save Gui Qi?!

What Zishu didn't know was that after he entered the cave, a person walked out from the fog. His entire body was shriveled up, as if he was a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin.

"With a few brushes, the misty bug can't do anything to you."

The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was rubbing his upper and lower jaw.

With that, the man turned and walked into the fog. The bug actually made a path for him, and there were no restless noises. Everything was very quiet, so quiet that there weren't even any footsteps.

In the cave, Fang Zishu walked for a long time without any signs of fatigue, until he heard a sound, whooshing sound. It was the sound of the wind, quickly moving through the narrow space.

"Fang Zishu, wake up. Do you want Gui Qi's death to become meaningless?!" There was a voice shouting in his heart.

At this moment, the biting cold wind caused Fang Zhoushu to shiver, and the hair on his exposed skin stood on end. At this moment, the biting cold wind caused Fang Zhoushu to shiver, and the hair on his exposed skin stood up, and the chaos in his heart was washed away.

"Gui Qi, I'm sorry." Fang Zishu calmed himself down, and then suddenly said, "I must continue on this path."

Looking at his surroundings, the book calmly analyzed. Right now, it should be within the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain. There were many dark and deep holes leading to an unknown destination, or perhaps their destination was this cliff.

Looking down, it was pitch black, so he couldn't clearly see what was down there. He opened his backpack, took out a light stick, and threw it down. The dazzling light allowed him to clearly see the bottom of the cliff.

At a height of thirty meters, the bottom of the cliff was circular, as if a huge cylinder had hollowed out the middle part of it and then carved out numerous holes.

Chisel? The book discovered that these holes were not naturally formed by hydraulic erosion, but by hard granite instead of titanate. Otherwise, with such a large hollow in the middle, the summit of the Myriad Caves Mountain would have collapsed long ago.

There were still traces of manmade gouges on the granite. Based on the degree of destruction, these caves had existed for at least five hundred years. The erosion of the wind in this environment was very slow, so it was left undisturbed.

Before the fuel in the light stick had fully reacted, he found a vine as thick as an arm beside the cave entrance and slowly went down. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the bottom of the cliff.

With a kick, a crisp crunching sound could be heard. The prescription book twisted open another light bar and shone it under his feet. He discovered that he was stepping on a skull. The sound just now was that the skull had been crushed.

Shocked, the book thought of a possibility. He took out all the light rods from his backpack and threw them forward. The furthest one was thrown thirty meters away before it crashed into a cliff.

At this moment, the bottom of the cliff is illuminated and all the sights are in sight. It is densely packed … Even a human's skull couldn't help but feel numb from reading the recipe. A man's skull was less than a foot square with a diameter of 30 meters, making him look like he had at least 30,000 square feet.

Judging by the softness of his feet, he knew that this was only the first level. It was hard to imagine how many layers there were and how many bones.

There were only two possibilities for a corpse pit of such scale. The first one was a POW pit, which was the simplest and most effective way to deal with POWs. The second one was a burial pit, a cruel burial ceremony.

The book was more likely to determine the latter, since all the skulls were oriented in the same direction, due east.

"The sun rises in the east and the dragons appear in the abyss. This is indeed …" "It's very big." Fang Zishu laughed lightly. How could he possibly fight against such a weak opponent? He wanted to come back to life.

Even if there were millions more, the added life force would not be enough. The equivalent of life was indeed life, but to deprive the living of life and bring back the dead was to defy the heavens, being destroyed by the heavens.

The verdant and glistening vines on the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain were a good proof of this. Only after absorbing enough nutrients would they be able to thrive. The misty insects could not enter the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain, and an important reason was that the place was filled with dense death energy, causing them to enter a hibernating state. When the Fog Beetle entered its dormant state, it was no different from a dead object.

Walking in this huge burial pit, Fang Zishu felt a chill down his spine. A layer of crystal clear frost formed on his skin, and the air he breathed out liquefied into white mist. The temperature here was indeed low.

There's a burial pit, and the tomb shouldn't be too far away. Look around." With that thought in mind, he placed a sliver of hope into the tomb. Someone was using a heaven-defying method to change their fate, then the tomb would definitely have a heavenly and earthly treasure.

Walking in the opposite direction, the book was searching for hidden holes in the mechanism, but the stone wall of the burial pit was very flat, and even after searching for a circle, it didn't reveal even a single protrusion or dent. It was clear that this type of mechanism didn't exist here.

Before long, the moon was hanging in the sky. Bright moonlight shined on the earth, passing through the holes in the mountain peak, and a ray of moonlight shot down. The moonlight reflected off the smooth cliff several times, finally landing at the northeast corner of the skull.

Zi Shu's gaze was instantly attracted, "Under the moonlight, everything is crystal clear, some spiritual being is absorbing the essence of the sun and moon …"

He finally understood everything.

The Graveyard of the Gods was not used to change fate, it was used to nurture the spiritual treasures of the heaven and earth. The spiritual treasure was nurtured with the Yin Qi of death and the essence of the sun and the moon.

At this moment, Fang Zishu saw hope.

Looking at the position of the moonlight, Fang Zhisu started to dig. The bones that were piled up for hundreds of years had already rotted away, and the moment he touched them, they would shatter, thus the progress of his excavation was very slow.

Unlike the bones of other places, this place was dry, with even a slight warmth. This made Zishu extremely happy.

Even if they were lucky enough, they wouldn't be able to block it.

After digging for a long time, he did not notice that behind him, there was a slightly swaying vine. Although it was very small, a black shadow was slowly descending and did not make a sound.

The deeper he dug, the hotter his hands became, and the harder and drier the bones became, the more the book knew that the treasure was about to be revealed to him.

Unknowingly, he had already traveled ten feet deep into the pit of bones. However, he had yet to see the true face of the treasure.

Only when he took out a thick leg bone did the red light pierce into his eyes, creating a dazzling sight.