Han Zhenjian patted the furry tiger's butt: "Hey, Tanghu, did you find anything?"

Sugar Tiger turned its millstone-sized head and growled at him in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you know you can't touch a tiger's butt? Do you believe me, I will slap your face into two buttocks?"

"???"

It's getting more and more fierce.

It seems that this Tanghu does have a prejudice against him.

Huo Yahan came over, gently stroked the fur on the tiger's head and said, "Tangtang, did you find anything?"

Tang Baihu licked her affectionately: "Sister Hanbao, there is an eye of the storm here."

Huo Yahan came closer to take a look, and sure enough, there was a hole as big as a pinhole, and a cool breeze blew in her face.

Mural painting? Eye of the wind? The eye of the wind is in this mural. Is there any connection with this mural? The snake blood and snake bones disappeared here inexplicably. What the hell is this?

This eye of the storm is too strange.

She searched carefully and felt that the mural was a little strange. The patterns on the mural were painted in rich colors, and the outlined lines seemed to have a flowing feeling, as if there were water stains.

This mural must be very old. Why is the ink not dry yet? It looks like it was just painted.

No, what's wrong? I always feel like something is wrong.

What is the connection between the eye of the storm and this mural? When entering the cave, the skeleton in the transparent sarcophagus disappeared inexplicably. Is there any connection between this place and the eye of the storm?

As soon as the transparent sarcophagus was opened, the huge skeleton inside turned into a breeze. And the head was nowhere to be seen.

Is that an elephant's skeleton?

There's something weird about it.

Han Zhenjian was looking at the wind-dried body of the wind demon. This mummy-like corpse was emaciated, and its head instantly turned into a skull.

A red mist emerged from the skull's eye sockets.

He was lying on the white transparent ivory chair, his shriveled body looking very small.

That's right? Why didn't he lie in a coffin when he was alive, but on this ivory chair instead?

Is there something strange about this ivory chair?

He looked carefully and gently moved the chair.

At this time, Huo Yahan happened to take off a hairpin and inserted it into the eye of the wind on the mural.

At this time, the earth shook and the dust on the top of the cave fell down.

The mural slowly cracked in the middle, revealing a long dark corridor.

Moving the ivory chair, the eye of the storm turned into a long, deep and narrow corridor.

Moreover, another light breeze blew by, and the patterns on the mural gradually disappeared.

Even the mummy-like corpse of the wind demon turned into loose sand and gradually disappeared into the air.

An infinite vortex storm gradually spread out with the ivory chair as its core...

The entire palace collapsed rapidly, and the huge stone pillars and broken tiles were constantly rushing towards them with spiral force pulled by the wind...

"That ghost wind is coming again!"

"It must be the wind demon's final madness!"

"Enter the corridor!"

"Everything here is going to be destroyed!"

The two men and the tiger quickly entered the corridor.

Strangely enough, after entering the corridor, one could only hear the sky collapsing and the earth shaking outside, with deafening rumbling sounds everywhere.

But the strange hurricane did not follow.

Huo Yahan was at the front, groping forward in the darkness. He seemed to touch something in the shape of a skull, with a sticky liquid on it. He quickly retracted his hand and dived into Han Zhenjian's arms behind him, breaking into a cold sweat.

Han Zhenjian held the warm and soft jade in his arms again, and the faint fragrance filled his nose, making him feel excited.

But Huo Yahan quickly pulled herself out of his arms.

Han Zhenjian tried to stand up, but just as he was halfway up, his head was caught in a sticky net-like thing. What bad luck!

He cursed and tried desperately to pull the net off his head, which felt like a spider's web.

He continued to feel forward and found that the corridor ahead was dark and damp, with an unpleasant odor.

The further you go, the narrower the passage becomes. It is only one-third of the height of an adult. In the end, you can no longer pass through it normally and can only crawl forward like a worm. The air becomes thinner the further you go inside...

Two people and a tiger were crawling slowly inside.

Occasionally, you can hear a few hoarse voices coming from inside, and I don’t know whether they are from humans or animals, but it seems to be coming from hell.

Han Zhenjian seemed to have just touched a skeleton. His heart tightened. He had almost no way out and might get stuck in the cave. The bone shrinking technique seemed to be ineffective here.

With no other options, he had to crawl over the skeletons and continue forward.

After crawling for several hundred steps, I finally found that the front seemed to be a little wider. It was not as difficult to move forward as before, but the cold was getting heavier.

Suddenly, a stream of water rushed in front of him, soaking him all over. This made him shiver even more.

They shivered and continued to move forward, finally coming to a slightly spacious place.

Han Zhenjian dragged his wet body forward and suddenly touched a person's foot. The skin was rough and cold. Could it be a dead person?

He retracted his hand, startled. There was no way to retreat, so he mustered up his courage and asked tremblingly, "Excuse me, who are you?" But no one answered.

He struggled to stand up and reached forward again, and unexpectedly touched a bald head.

He retracted his hand, and his foot seemed to kick something, making a crisp sound. He picked it up and felt it was a rice bowl, with some leftover food still slightly warm. So there should be someone here, and where there are people, there should be an exit.

He felt somewhat relieved, but what was strange was that there was clearly a person in front of him, but he was like a dead person and there was no sound at all.

He plucked up the courage to feel his breath, but there was no breath. Could it be that this person had just died? They searched nearby again, and soon they bumped into another person and almost fell. He touched and found another bald head. He felt his breath, but there was still no breath as before.

Did another person die here? There are dead bodies and skulls everywhere. How many people died? What kind of a hell is this place? It's like a mausoleum.

He searched around and unexpectedly found two more bald dead men like the previous ones, both of whom died sitting with their soles facing upwards. Four bald dead men sitting in a circle!

There is no exit from this place, so the import must be blocked.

They felt like they were about to collapse. This place was really not a place for human beings to stay. They were filled with indignation.

Damn it!

Is this a dark dungeon?

The spiritual consciousness seemed to be restricted by some kind of restriction and could not expand.

They wanted to shout loudly, but they knew it was useless. This place was so closed and soundproofed that no one outside could hear them. Besides, almost no one came to this remote place. They were now in a desperate situation.

There are simply too many puzzles here to solve.

At this time, a long, cold and slippery thing slowly crawled across the instep of Han Zhenjian's foot. It was probably a snake.

I didn't know whether it was poisonous or not. I only breathed a sigh of relief when all the things had crawled over and swam away.