Zhang Fan touched his chin and finally nodded slightly.
"Apart from that thing, I guess no one would place something like this here as a gatekeeper! This black pill should have been made by that snake! It is used to drive its subordinates and provide nutrients for their survival... Only in this way can this fish grow to this size!"
Taoist Zi Jin put away the pill, and then went to the cave entrance with Zhang Fan.
When they got here, they had completely left the groundwater area, and the surrounding space became gradually dry. When they arrived here, Grandpa Jiang Hai and Nangong Manyun were taking pictures of the pictures on the surrounding stone walls.
“You’re back!”
Old man Jiang Hai looked up at Zhang Fan, the awe in his eyes becoming more and more intense.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly when he heard this: "Did you find anything?"
Old man Jiang Hai pointed to a part of the mural and said, "Look, isn't this the portrait of Wanku Mountain? But what I can't understand is why there is a vine painted behind this Wanku Mountain! Look at this vine, hidden among the misty mountains, it seems to lead directly to heaven! Does this have any meaning..."
After hearing what Mr. Jiang Hai said, several people came closer and frowned.
"Is this a metaphor for immortality? Or something like resurrection from the dead!" Mr. Fei muttered.
"Not really... The ancients used pine trees or cranes to represent longevity! Things like vines are ultimately just decorations, and people would think of them as restraints. No one would like to be restrained by vines after they die, so it's hard to explain what this is!"
"What is drawn here? There is actually a fairy palace here!"
Mr. Fei pointed to a mural on the right. Brother Chongzi shone a flashlight on it and carefully interpreted it for a while.
"This is the scene of the emperor who ordered the construction of a cemetery. However, the moisture in this place is so heavy that the lower part of the murals has been eroded by the moisture and we can no longer see their original appearance. Above the fairy palace, we can see a white wolf howling at the sky. I can now conclude that it was probably the emperor who made major changes before us and wanted to live in this mountain as the King of Hell. He should be from the Yuan Dynasty! Only they would believe in the wolf totem during the heyday of that time!"
When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized that the Yuan Dynasty emperors were cruel and brutal, which had already been recorded in history.
Now, it is reasonable that so many strange things have happened at his tomb.
"He wants to take this place for himself. In his opinion, this place is a good place for Feng Shui. But he would never have thought that this place is actually a rare murder place in the world. Living here, you may encounter goblins every day. How can you expect to live forever in such an evil place? He is really dreaming!"
Taoist Zi Jin sneered, but his eyes were full of seriousness!
He was very pessimistic about the emperor's actions, but he had to admit that his courage and methods were truly outrageous and frightening.
This kind of emperor has been ruling the world for who knows how many years!
"We should be able to get out along this channel. According to the map in the book of persuasion against death, we can get out of the mountain after passing through this corridor. However, no one has walked through this corridor for many years! Calculating the time, it should be several hundred years... It is still unknown what will happen!"
Old man Jiang Hai put away the book of persuasion against death and looked into the dark alley ahead, his eyes already showing a hint of fatigue and bitterness.
He came here in search of immortality, carrying a lot of hope, but he saw with his own eyes many people being buried alive for this.
Mr. Maarsen was a man of such status, but he became a madman outside the mountain and broke into the mountain alone. His men died or were injured, and now Brother Chongzi has become a representative figure.
However, even so, their team was torn apart, and now even he himself was almost at the end of his life. This book of persuasion to die really did not leave anyone with a glimmer of hope. Only in extreme despair could a miracle be born.
"Let's go!"
Taoist Zi Jin sighed and walked in front!
Nangong Manyun stood next to Zhang Fan: "Zhang Fan, you are not injured, right? That big fish is very difficult to deal with!"
Zhang Fan shook his head, his eyes drifting past Nangong Manyun's somewhat infatuated gaze, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.
He took a step forward and caught up with Taoist Zi Jin, and the two of them walked in the front!
Nangong Maiyun lowered his head. Even though Nangong Manyun restrained his emotions along the way... some things had already been deeply engraved in his memory.
That illusion is real, so how can it be explained in a few words?
Moreover, he had lived in a fantasy world for decades, how could he forget it? How could he place and explain his emotions?
No one else can relieve Nangong Manyun's distress.
After all, no one has personally experienced the virtual space that Nangong Manyun entered, and seen with their own eyes the meaning of those illusions.
Therefore, it would be unfair to Nangong Manyun to just use your own thinking to guess what he was thinking.
But Nangong Manyun did not have much time to be sad, because at this moment, Grandpa Jiang Hai and others who were walking in front suddenly found a path.
"Look everyone, go in through this hole, there is a deep cave leading to an unknown place."
Old man Jiang Hai held the map and looked around. The cave was too big, and the direction was not marked on the map!
They walked forward until they came to the end of the cave more than 20 meters away. On a broken rock, they found traces of artificial covering.
Brother Chongzi and others raised their flashlights and shone them in that direction!
"This place... has not been destroyed by anything else! And the giant python seemed to have only passed through the cave in front and then went back. What's here?" Brother Chongzi asked. He could see the traces left by those huge scales crushing the mountain wall. He was so scared that his whole body went limp and cold sweat ran down his back.
But now, without those traces to guide him, he began to feel suspicious again.
“Go in and take a look!”
Taoist Zi Jin said this, then lowered his body, passed through the collapsed cave entrance, and entered another cave.
Here, the ground is littered with all kinds of broken pottery. The cave walls on both sides are full of potholes, and some places are cut into very regular shapes. After so many years, these rocks still have a very solid color.
"There are a lot of iron products here! Look!" Brother Chongzi picked up something covered with green rust from the ground. The surface was covered with a thick layer of rust, but it could still be seen that it was a pointed cone shape.
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