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The black light whistled over, bringing up a gust of wind. I was stunned for a moment and my gaze couldn't help but follow it. That was a large black 'brick'. Just from the numerous iron chains that were used to guide it, the quality definitely wouldn't be light.

If I hadn't lowered my body, my end would not have been good. Maybe it was smacked into places where both sides were covered with bugs, or maybe it was smacked directly into the monster's skull, causing its brain to explode and splatter everywhere.

I felt a chill in my heart. He heard a clanging sound behind him. A loud sound echoed out.

Old Song got up and walked to the chivalrous hero's side. I was struggling to keep my balance as I climbed up the stairs like I did before. The ground shook again and Old Song's figure jumped out, shouting, "Run ahead!"

I felt the stairs slant to the left and right, and immediately ran like a madman, leaping forward and onto the platform where the two of them were standing.

"You scared me to death. You should have warned me earlier!" I patted my still thumping heart. The numbness from the freezing earlier still hadn't faded. My expression must have been terrible, as I felt my entire body go numb.

Old Song chuckled, "Aren't you okay?"

I snappily snorted. Almost all of my initial goodwill towards him had been wiped away. This person's words weren't pleasant to listen to, so it wasn't very reliable for him to do things.

He was different from a hero. The latter was so stupid that he tricked himself. As for Old Song, he placed the most importance on himself.

I moved back a little, and the chivalrous hero gave me some room. A sign for me to look up.

The top of his head gradually felt a sense of pressure. I couldn't help but take a few steps back. "Then there was a loud noise, and the stone steps shook.

I looked up from the road in front of me until I couldn't see it.

The shock left me speechless.

Old Song said, "It's really like that …" He turned his head to look at me and smiled. "Look, I already told you that it's a way to go up. Ah, this way, it will come down by itself."

I nodded. Old Song did not walk forward and said patiently, "Why do you think Hero stood there just now? It's all because of the stone key. " He patted the stone wall behind him. "When that boulder hits the back and breaks the balance of the back, it gets heavier on this side and comes down."

"What are you two talking about?" The chivalrous hero stepped forward without even turning his head, "Follow me. I have remembered the road. I will guarantee you a safe exit."

Old Song pushed me forward. I didn't really want to look at him again, to follow the hero. Unfortunately, Old Song kept getting too close to me, almost walking close to me, and several times bumped into the oxygen tank behind me.

This road was not as steep as the one before, but the ground was smooth and the flippers on my feet were full of water. From time to time, Old Song would bump into me and make me feel worse.

By the time I reached the top, I was so close to the top that I had to half lie on the ground. The chivalrous hero is better than I am, only his knees are slightly bent. There was no way out. Was he going to turn it over again?

While I was thinking this, the chivalrous hero raised his head. He supported his head with one hand and lightly tapped on it with the other. The sound was crisp and clear.

It was empty. Just as this thought flashed through my mind, the chivalrous hero gave a loud shout and suddenly pushed both of his hands at the side —

Bang!

A loud sound rang out. I looked at the neatly arranged square hole in the wall with my mouth agape.

"This grandpa will first scout out the way for you." Despite his fat body, his movements were extremely agile. His two hands held onto a side of his body as he kicked his legs upwards. With a sound of "Squeak", he climbed up the mountain.

I bent my waist and walked to the bottom of the hole. I pressed my hands together and pressed my legs to the ground above.

As soon as he came up, he immediately hid to the side, afraid of bumping into Old Song. I hate this man very much now, in the early part of the journey, and the disgust keeps growing. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. He moved closer to the chivalrous hero.

As I stood beside him, I could not help but let out a long breath. He had his back to me without saying a word. Walk in front of him. He looked at me, and his lips moved, and he mouthed a few words, but no sound came out.

Me: "…"

I guessed the result and said a few words myself, but there was no sound. I looked at the chivalrous hero sympathetically. I have experienced this feeling of deafness many times, but I don't think this is the case for the chivalrous hero. He nodded to show me that he understood the situation, but he ignored me. His lips moved again, and before I could react, he suddenly reached out and gripped my arm tightly. His lips moved again slowly.

This time I could clearly see his mouth. The four words were "Be careful of Old Song."

Be careful of Old Song?

I was stunned for a moment before I nodded my head silently. The chivalrous hero seemed to have let out a breath of relief. His expression changed from half anxiety and half despair from before to a calm one.

A light came from the gap in front. It was Old Song. I went over and gave him a hand. His face was covered in cold sweat. It seemed like he had just experienced a lot of struggles down there.

I stared at Old Song's face and felt a chill run down my spine.

Old Song wiped off his sweat and came over. He obviously knew what he couldn't hear here, so he casually observed the road beside us.

I'm a little worried now, and I don't know where it comes from. By right, I don't like Old Song and the hero should be the same, or else I wouldn't have said the word "be careful", which is obviously a colorful word, but it makes me feel weird.

I've already seen their interactions for a day now, so it's very normal. Emotionally, it seemed all right. In terms of physical strength, a chivalrous expert in his early twenties would not be able to defeat a thin bamboo pole that was in his forties or forties?

What the hell did he tell me to be careful about...

This question appeared in his mind over and over again. But a consensus had already been reached. As for Old Song, other than the dislike from before, he had also put up his guard.

I stood there, waiting for him to give me two directions. The chivalrous hero, unlike his usual self, stood firmly in his original spot. Old Song did not notice and pointed ahead while pouting.

I looked around. The light was limited, and I could only see part of it. It was empty, as if such an open space was only a turning point, and what really mattered was behind it.

This time Old Song led the way. I was a little afraid of Hero and Old Song. I always felt that Hero wasn't as simple as I thought or had completely the same thoughts as me. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grumble in his heart about his father. He really was unreliable, only god knew if he could complete the journey with such a suspicious scene.

I couldn't help but to reminisce the time when I was working with Wei Yuting. Maybe it's because the elders in the family have a deep relationship with each other, but the three of us have a lot of trust in each other.

He took a few more steps forward and the ground in front of him suddenly rose up. The dense cluster of spikes on the ground was not high. Without saying anything further, Old Song placed the oxygen bottle on the ground and slowly laid his body on his side.

His movements were very slow, and he couldn't help but move very slowly. The tip of the nail was extremely thin, so he first lay on the ground in front of it, then half of his body was on the side of the nail, trembling. When half of his body was pressed down on the nail, his face was slightly relaxed, his face was as pale as a piece of paper. Both of his hands were raised above his head, and the other half of his body was lying face down on the nail board. He held his head up high like a dead fish struggling. His nostrils flared. After pausing for a moment, he started rolling towards the back. When his entire body was lying on the nail plate, he did not panic. He thought that the nail had been completely stuck in the thick layer of rubber, and the pressure on his entire body was much smaller than that of half a person.

Unable to hear the sound, when Old Song stopped rolling out of my sight, I panicked a little. I could head there with the chivalrous hero, but what about the oxygen bottle? It might even be usable later on.

I looked towards the chivalrous hero for help. The chieftain put on a set of hood and leaned on the nail screen. After that, he adjusted his position on the nail screen. Feeling that it was enough, he turned around.

I don't see that they have any intention of playing with the oxygen tanks. When the chivalrous hero is a little further away, I'll follow his example and lie down on the ground. It wasn't that he didn't feel any pain, it was just that the chivalrous hero didn't show it. But the rubber was a very good layer of protection. Other than feeling as if his entire chest had been pierced in the instant he went up, he didn't feel anything else.

The hood was waterproof, and I couldn't help thinking about it. There were so many steel nails in the tunnel, this was probably what it looked like. It was known that the area of contact would become smaller and the pressure greater. Just based on the area of contact, it was obvious that the rolling nails of the ancient yamen would be very comfortable.

After rolling a few times, he didn't know how far away he was from the previous boundary. Suddenly, he heard the sound of rubber and nails scraping against each other. He heard a "creak" sound again and again, and it was a bit piercing.

Seeing that I was about to reach the other side of victory and my ears had recovered, I was overjoyed. Looking at Old Song smilingly pounding his back, the chivalrous hero placed his hands on his hips and waited for me to go over.

Apparently he had found something to talk about. Old Song sighed at his waist, and then the chivalrous hero said, "Who do you think can guard against such a dense mass of nails? However, it was a pleasure to not get tired of it. Are all the ancients so brainless?! " Don't talk nonsense, "shouted Old Song." You didn't take a good look at it just now, but the top was covered in black, which means that the few of us here were all wearing thick clothes. Humph! You have lost your life for him! "

Old Song pounded his waist and then rubbed his chest. He couldn't tell if he was in pain or relief. He didn't know if he had taken off his hood and rubbed his wet clothes across his chest because he was not satisfied with the rubber.

He was thin to begin with, and there was not a drop of flesh on his chest. When the waterproof clothing was taken off, it revealed the skinny upper body which had tight ribs. There was a small crescent-shaped ornament on a black rope that hung from his chest.

I secretly laughed at this Old Song, who was no longer young, for not hanging the crescent moon. His thoughts suddenly changed. Crescent?

My heart leaped as I turned my head to look at the nailed path that we had walked earlier. "You said that it was the guardian beast?" "Is this a tomb?" There's no need for that, "the chivalrous hero did not reply. Old Song hurriedly replied," We haven't even touched the grave sealing stone yet. Look at this tombstone, it's all placed in front of this tomb. Are the two in front not? " Suspicion hangs in my heart, but my expression pretends to be defenseless as I reply.

"Sigh," Old Song said in a bitter or blaming tone, "Let me put it this way. This is a tomb."

Tomb in the middle? My interest was piqued.

There were many things that were taboo to burial, and no one would have the brains to build their own tomb in someone else's tomb. Regardless of whether the original structure of the tomb was destroyed or if the technique inside would destroy the feng shui that the tomb should have, there was a saying, "When and where, let the whole body be activated and destroyed in one step." The problem of not allowing two tigers in one mountain could not be solved.

In other words, there was no need to get involved with the people who came before them.

Old Song sighed, "I don't know much either, and the information your father gave me was vague. He only said that this was a large tomb with a small tomb inside. "I've seen so many strange patterns, but as long as this route and solution isn't bad …"

"What tombs have you seen?" I said gallantly, "I couldn't tell that you're an expert." "To be honest, I don't see it right now." What expert is he? "Old Song's expression changed and he quickly waved his hand," He can't compare to your father … "Actually, I haven't been to many places either."

I thought about the crescent moon on his neck, and connected it with his words.

Old Song's face returned to normal as he led the way. The chivalrous hero silently followed behind, as if he was a completely different person from before.

In my heart, I was still trying to confirm my guess. No matter how I looked at it, it didn't matter. Looking at the chivalrous hero next to me, I realized that he had warned me to be careful because of this. Old Song might have been a tomb robber, but at least he wasn't a professional. The chivalrous hero is not clear, I secretly blame before to ask clearly, causing the present to fall into such a passive situation.

On second thought, even if I did ask him, he would be able to fend me off with whatever identity he came up with.

I am an outstanding talent in the archaeology department, a rising star in the archaeology field. I actually walked in the grave with a grave robber. He couldn't help but laugh at my father. Look, you've cheated your son.

Old Song walked slowly, his knowledge of the road ahead made him seem calm and composed.

I couldn't help but curse my father in my heart. Say, at least give your son a portion. Who knew what attitude this old thief would have after this? Everything had gone wrong, his corpse and bones were all thrown here, he didn't even have a place to cry.

Old Song stopped and turned around with a smile. "Hero, let's go first."

The chivalrous hero shot him a glance before silently walking up. I already have the thought that Old Song is my enemy, so I followed behind in confusion, "Why do you want me to be the leader?"

"There are some paths, only after he has passed will we be able to pass." Old Song said meaningfully.