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The Azure Dragon is one of the Two Elements and Two Saints, one of the four legendary Divine Beasts that can avoid disasters. I secretly sneered and turned around to look at the Hero.

My original intention was to take out all of his black-armored golden blades, so as to not have to wait for the two of them to wake up, then he would be controlled and hurt by Old Song.

Before the knife could be seen, a flat green gourd-shaped bottle was stuck to his waist. I took it off and looked at it. It was filled with white pills. Obviously, it was very well-preserved, and not touching a single drop of water was not my main focus. I collected the rest of the large and small knives that he had on his leather jacket and thought for a while before placing them in the darkness at the other end of the corridor. Stacking them in a pile, there shouldn't be any big problems.

I put the knife away and let out a sigh of relief. Then, I turned around and pulled Old Song's clothes up, as well as the "medicine bottle" by his waist. I thought about it for a moment, then finally kept the bottle on my body. God knows what's in there, just in case it had the same effect as arsenic.

Put their clothes back on. The first reason was to confuse Old Song by failing to search his body (of course, he couldn't hide it, he had even bandaged the wound), so that when he commanded the chivalrous action, I would be able to give a sudden "reaction". Don't underestimate this situation, in a fight to the death, a small bit of shock might be able to save my life.

Of course, it would be even better if he didn't wake up either of them. It couldn't be better.

I hesitated, then moved the two of them to the other side of the icehouse. Then he went into the ice cellar to see what was going on.

My heart didn't beat as I thought of the coffin. Even though the scene in front of me was completely different from what I had experienced before. However, as the saying goes, a straight body is not afraid of slanting shadows. Since the owner of the tomb doesn't have the slightest bit of wealth, naturally, I'm not afraid of ghosts.

Even so, the more I walked in, the colder it was. I couldn't help but shiver. His clothes were still wet, and he sneezed when the cold wind blew.

Without hesitation, he bent down and drilled his way in. Since nothing had happened to Old Song, he had never thought of using me as a shield. One reason was because he had a lot to rely on, but it was because he was not afraid of accidents!

Even though he said that, the temperature inside was even colder than outside. There was no ice here. As soon as I got in, my hands and feet went blank. The inside was actually a step lower than the outside.

Fortunately, my hands were still covered with the diving suit. Otherwise, my hands would probably have had a cramp. The temperature inside was unbelievably low. Especially the water, which was bone-chilling cold. Even through the diving suit, he could feel the cold touch of the frostbite on his hands.

I clattered to my feet. The light illuminated the room. Or the node of this "corridor." Directly opposite the entrance was another "exit", leading to who knows where.

I took a deep breath and didn't want to look ahead. After all, I have nothing on me.

Thinking of this, he regretted using the chivalrous blade as a dagger. At the very least, he would be able to defend himself.

My eyes were fixed on a stone coffin in the middle of the room. No wonder the coffin was placed directly in the water.

The carvings on the sarcophagus were of a common color. However, this was not the real thing. It was just a slightly deeper groove. There was a Sanskrit curse carved on it, but I could only make out what it was. He could not help but feel slightly annoyed. I also faintly felt that I should have seen these words before.

If only he was here! He was good at this!

I cursed under my breath and looked up and down the "room." Other than the sarcophagus in the middle, there was nothing else.

Previously, I was just looking around in a scattered manner. After examining everything around me, I couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. The coffin was placed between two aisles. It was like a stone blade chopping at it, chopping it in half.

Then, I looked at the two sides of the road — the gap between the two sides of the sarcophagus and the walls on both sides was only the width of my forearm. It was impossible to walk straight over. Either he flew with his hands against the wall, or he was sure he would bump into the coffin.

From a single glance, one could tell that the coffin did not look like a standard coffin. Normally, regardless of whether the person was tall or thin, they would all use a certain ratio of coffins when they were buried. It was the same for custom-made coffins, but they would only be able to estimate the height, width, and length of the deceased at most. The length of the room seemed to span almost the entire length, but the width was only about thirty centimeters.

What the hell! Can this coffin hold a person inside? Either it was deformed or it was forced inside.

It's okay to split a person into two halves, up, down, left, or right. I was so surprised by the picture in my head that I lost my appetite. He turned around and was about to leave.

I've got a heart this time. There didn't seem to be any traps in sight. However, the wound on Old Song's back would not come out of nowhere. Instead of leaping straight out, I crouched in front of the exit, and when my hand reached an inch above the ground outside the hole, a black light shot out like a meteor, and I dove again, and the black thing slammed into the wall with a loud crash, shattering like earth, and disappeared into the water.

I let out a long breath and thought back to the wound on Old Song's back … The wound on his back... His diving suit was so thick, how did he manage to get it all broken into pieces?

I took a deep breath and realized that I had been negligent — there was a cut on Old Song's back, but it wasn't on his diving suit. How could a diving suit directly injure one's flesh?

Old Song did it himself?

I didn't have a clue. I just thought it was weird. He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only raise the guard to twelve.

I reached under the water and grabbed a handful of black mud. I'm not afraid of the poison. The rubber is too thick for my body to touch directly. After all, the opening of the diving suit was hidden behind.

I turned around and left. Another few rocks hit my body and my body slid down into the water.

I let out a sigh of relief as I left the room. He took off the hood. After just entering, he was half-suffocated. The air inside the suit could last for only a few seconds. Only after taking a few deep breaths did he feel the stuffiness in his chest lessen. When he thought of the chivalrous hero and Old Song, he could not help but feel a swelling pain in his head. I can't wait for either of them to stay awake. I couldn't leave without them leading me out. Even if I wanted to go back, I couldn't leave him alone here. I also had a corpse puppet that I didn't know whether or not it was still there.

Ah!

I thought about it for a while and had to sit back down. He thought that if one of them woke up while the other one was unconscious, it would be fine. If my guess is correct, Old Song's individual force is not to be underestimated. If the hero wakes up with consciousness, then Old Song can just stay unconscious. If there is a problem, then I will take the opportunity to knock him out!

In my heart, of course, I would have preferred the hero to wake up. It seems like both of them know the way and can take me out. As for the mission this time, the tombstone beast that looked like a key? "Chi!" His life was more important!

I split my attention between the faces of the two men, and the other half was in the middle of a brainstorm.

The scene in front of him seemed to make sense, but in reality, he couldn't be sure of anything.

But on second thought, there was another important point – whatever their relationship might be, what did it have to do with me, why did they want to kill me?

In other words, does my father know about the matter between them and the intention to kill me? If there is...

As I thought about this, I had a bad premonition.

A groan came from the ground. I turned around and saw that Old Song had woken up.

Even if he said he was awake, it wouldn't be complete. It wasn't until I was beside him that his eyelids fluttered up.

"What's wrong with you!" He was obviously not lightly angered. "You …" She touched her back and sighed. "You don't need to be on guard against me. I don't know what's going on either."

He told me that his mind had been completely out of control ever since he entered this place and that he was baffled to find that I had knocked him out before he woke up.

I stood across from him, condescendingly controlling the situation.

"Tell me, when did you get that wound on your back?" I said. "Did it have anything to do with you?"

Old Song's gaze didn't waver as he looked straight at me. After a long while, he let out a long sigh. He turned his head and said, "You might not believe me even if I told you."

The moment he entered, he suddenly felt waves of pain behind his back. He thought that there was something unclean that was not mentioned in the data, and immediately retreated. After coming out, he saw a scene like this.

"We've been out for a long time. Why did you take so long to get out?"

"There are symbols on the sarcophagus." He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and was not offended by my interrogative attitude, "I just looked at that rune for a long time. You can't go to that room! I can't go! At that time, my legs went weak and I almost got up. Then, I realized that something was wrong. The moment I came out, I realized that the Hero had fallen. "

At this point, he looked at me with a hint of fear in his eyes.

It took a moment for me to realize that it was because I had knocked the hero out with a single palm.

"That's what I'm telling you." His attitude wasn't sloppy, so I didn't say anything and just told him everything. Old Song looked at me in shock.

Just as I was wondering about his unreadable attitude, he suddenly shouted loudly,

"That's not right!" This was not the case at all! It's obviously him! "

Old Song's version was very fair, but his tone revealed that he was grinding his teeth.

According to him, he really did want to be with the hero." However, the moment the chivalrous hero entered, he relied on his physical strength to threaten him. No one knew where he learned the Thousand Threads from his master, and he still had the Thousand Thread Gu worm in his possession. He said that in order to guarantee his rights, he must hand the Gu worm over to him. What else could he do? He couldn't do anything about it even if he were to use the Gu.

Corpsemancer was similar to the previous Gu keepers in Miao Jiang. They used their blood essence as food to feed their Gu worms. The number of Miao Jiang Gu was ever-changing. There was only one type of corpses that could be driven away, and it was also a method of improving one's abilities.

He looked at me with interest and went on more seriously.

He gave the Gu worm to the chivalrous hero and was forced to give the map to the chieftain as well.

"And then?"

"And then it was all about what he said and what I did." He said, "Actually, your father and I didn't connect at the beginning. It was the chivalrous hero who contacted your father. "The map I'm talking about is not this place." "So …" "You don't know either?"

"Yes," he said carefully, "After that, your father chose to tell me all of the mechanisms in this place. But the hero himself took it away. "

"So you don't even know?" "Previously, the chivalrous hero used his mouth to tell me to be careful of you. Why is that?"

"I don't know either." Old Song said, "Choosing him to be my partner is the worst decision I can make."

His expression did not seem fake, but was instead filled with deep regret. I knew what I was doing, and I didn't want to be able to tell by his expression.

"I want my Gu worm back." He said carefully, "I want to retrieve the Gu worm my master left me."

Looking at his expression, I didn't dare to give him the gu worm. Rather than believing in him, it is better to believe in a hero. Thinking about the small bottle in my clothes, my face slightly calms down.

"I don't think he'll necessarily carry this with him." "If you don't believe me, you can search it."

"No need," the corner of his mouth twitched, "Don't bother with me. That is, after all, a bug raised by my blood essence, so please be magnanimous and return that Gu worm to me. "

"No," I laughed back, "I don't want to target you either. "But to be honest, Old Song, you know it too, I don't really believe you." His words were not very believable, but since that bottle of Gu worm was on Hero, his words seemed to make a little bit of sense.

I don't believe he could have predicted that he would place such an important thing on someone else, even if it was his "puppet."

"One last question." I looked at him. "You're a grave robber."

I used the tone of a statement and was already very sure of it.

"No," His eyes suddenly widened, "Impossible! I swear to God I didn't! "

He spoke so fast that nobody knew who he was praying to. His eyes rolled back as he looked up. His hands rested on his shoulders in a strange position.

After he had mumbled to himself in this strange position for a long time, he looked back at me and explained, "Corpsetaker cannot steal a tomb. It is sacred to drive corpses away! "

I didn't quite understand what the two had to do with each other, so I asked, "What's that thing on your neck?"

He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached for his neck. After touching that thing, he reacted and said, "This was given to me by the hero. He took it off his neck and gave it to me when we first met. Every time before we go down to the grave, you have to take it away from me, but I usually take it with me. "

I listened to him in a daze. After he finished his sentence, I immediately thought of rebutting, "That's impossible!"