The old man pointed to the crack in front of him and said, "If you walk down the corridor, you can lead to the hall at the entrance of the tomb. I usually live there. As for this crack, it only appeared after an earthquake, and it may lead to the lower floor of the tomb. I originally wanted to go down there and find the coffin of the Mirage Sect."

Zuo Qingcang followed the old man and walked through the edge of the crack in the ground, which was the base of the corridor wall, and continued to walk towards the hall at the gate of the tomb. He looked at the crack in the ground beside his feet, and felt that the crack was like a canyon, deep and dark inside, and it was completely unaware of the situation, just like the entrance to hell.

A few minutes later, the two of them came to a hall covered with blue bricks. The hall was about twenty meters long and about five meters high. The top was covered with night pearls emitting fluorescent light, which illuminated the entire hall like the starry sky.

The old man looked at the artificial starry sky at the top and said, "Is it very beautiful? The location of these night pearls is very particular, and they should be some kind of lost formation..."

Zuo Qingcang nodded. The night pearl above his head was indeed a bit special. Although he didn't understand the tricks, he could still feel a special mystery after taking a few glances.

The old man next to him patted his shoulder: "Don't look at it for too long, I can't recognize this formation, but if I watch it for too long, people will fall into an illusion." The old man pointed to a pile of soil in the corner of the wall and said, "Originally, there were six of us, and one of us was caught in the formation environment and died of madness."

When Zuo Qingcang heard this, he stopped looking at Shidui and said, "When you arrived here, there were six people in total? Who else five people? They were all dead?"

"Yes. They are all dead." The old man smiled bitterly: "Two people were killed by monsters outside before entering the ancient tomb. One of them was hit by the illusion array above his head and died crazy. The other person was hit by the mechanism in the corridor and disappeared. It is probably dead.

Don’t look at how safe you just walked through the corridor. Many mechanisms and formations here have failed after the earthquake. Otherwise, you may not be able to get here."

Zuo Qingcang did not refute the old man. He just looked at the surrounding environment of the hall and saw that at the end of the hall, a three-meter-high stone door stood up, sealing the entire gate of the ancient tomb. Two meters next to the gate, there was a hole the size of a dog hole, which was obviously dug out.

The old man continued: "This is the Dragon Broken Stone. The Dragon Broken Stone in this tomb cannot be opened by humans. We dug the hole next to it."

Speaking of this, he shook his head in confusion: "I don't know why, but I saw that the entire tomb was not poured with Fengzhen water next to the Broken Dragon Stone, but this outside is even more dangerous."

Zuo Qingcang nodded and looked at the surrounding hall. There was basically nothing except some dry garbage, wreckage, excrement and other things. He asked, "It seems that you have to find food and drink through that hole?"

The old man looked at Zuo Qingcang and said, "Did you see it too? Yes, there is nothing here, just staying here, you will naturally not be able to survive. However, the situation outside the cave is a bit complicated, so I will tell you slowly."

"In fact, except for sealing water, the outer layer of the entire tomb hall should have been sealed with soil, fine iron and huge rocks. But it was too long since the outside of the tomb hall had been dug up a large layer."

"Drained?" Zuo Qingcang thought of the ruins he had seen on the ground before and asked in confusion: "Do you think there are others on this island?"

"Are people? They are not considered humans, right?" the old man sneered: "You saw it on that mural. In addition to craftsmen and giant elephants, the Western Wei Taoists also built a group of small people the size of a palm to build this ancient tomb. That thing, in the classics, is called the dwarf spirit.

This is a lost method of creation, which can create life with Taoist techniques. Legend has it that before the Western Wei Dynasty, many large buildings relied on Taoists to create dwarf spirits and then let dwarf spirits build them.

Unfortunately, after the Western Wei Dynasty, this kind of invocation has been lost in the war."

Zuo Qingcang said incredibly: "You mean that those short spirits are still alive, no, it should be said that their descendants have reproduced on this island and are still on it?"

"Not bad." said the old man: "The Taoists left, but they left the dwarf spirits they created to guard the cemetery. However, such things as dwarf spirits are only about five or six years old, and although the Taoists have left restrictions in their bodies, two thousand years have passed, and most of the dwarf spirits generated by the new generation have forgotten their mission."

Zuo Qingcang thought of the monsters as big as a palm on the mural and recalled the buildings he saw on the ground. He was originally curious about what the holes that were only the size of a head on the roofs of those buildings were for, but now it seems that they are completely the import and exit of the dwarf spirits.

The old man continued: "They reproduced in the center of the island, but after the first generation of dwarf spirits built the cemetery, they died a lot. The number after that, I guess, has remained between dozens and one hundred. The number is small, and with the passage of time, no Taoist comes back to manage them. They gradually have a change and are probably completely transformed into another kind of creature. But what they always remember is not to enter the cemetery."

"Can these monsters breed?" Zuo Qingcang.

"To be honest, I don't know either. I can't tell them about their men, women, and young, but what I just said is already the most reasonable explanation I can come up with."

Seeing Zuo Qingcang nodding, the old man continued: "The short spirit likes to dig holes, so he digs out to the outside of the cemetery. Behind this hole is the place they used to bury the corpse.

And our food... is the corpses of those dwarf spirits for more than two thousand years."

As the old man imagined, Zuo Qingcang was disgusting, and his surprised expression did not appear. He didn't even frown. He just asked, "Is that place where the burial is dangerous? Have you been discovered by those dwarf spirits? Also, is there no harm in eating the corpses of these dwarf spirits?"

The old man looked at Zuo Qingcang's calm face and serious look. He really wanted to ask, did you often eat corpses before? Besides, although this is not a human corpse, it is also a corpse of a wise creature. He didn't expect that the other party had no reaction at all, as if he often ate it.

Seeing the old man stunned, Zuo Qingcang asked, "What's wrong?

The old man shook his head: "Nothing. Those short spirits usually only come when they are buried. There is no danger for us to secretly pass by. As for their bodies, in the Western Wei Dynasty, Taoism was far more developed than they are now, so they may not be considered good things. Because there are more and better alternatives.

But now, the corpses of these dwarf spirits can be called genius treasures. You should know that Taoist arts are all activated through spiritual power, and these dwarf spirits are created by Taoist arts, so they are naturally activated through spiritual power.

Their flesh and blood contain a lot of pure spiritual power. Even after death, it will take a very long time to dissipate. For us, by eating their flesh and absorbing spiritual power, eating one can help us not eat or drink for seven days. Their flesh and blood are the best nutrition, and it is even of great help in practicing Taoism and martial arts."

"So that's it." Zuo Qingcang nodded, thinking to himself: "If spiritual power is radiation, then it is not difficult to explain that these dwarf spirits have been dead for a long time and their spiritual power has not dissipated. But in this way, are these dwarf spirits considered robots? Or ore? Metal?"

Next, at Zuo Qingcang's request, the two of them went straight into the hole next to the Broken Dragon Stone without resting. The hole was digging very narrowly, and it could only make an adult crawl over like a snake, and even turn around or turn back.

The structure of this hole is also very simple to Zuo Qingcang, and it is even at risk of landslide. Moreover, the old man who dug the hole and his companions did not deal with the excavated soil. In addition to the mounds used to bury the companions, they just threw it in the hall at will.

Zuo Qingcang secretly planned to find time to strengthen the structure of the channel, otherwise every time he crawled around, he would take his own life to take risks.

Fortunately, the passage was not deep, and the two climbed about three or four meters. The old man who led the lead pushed open the mound of soil disguised at the end of the passage, and the two came to a cave.

The light of the Night Pearl shone through the passage, allowing Zuo Qingcang to vaguely see the scene in the cave.

The entire cave is not big, and I don’t know if it was dug out by those dwarf spirits or were generated naturally.

But there are traces of manual excavation everywhere, and leveling steps. Through these steps, the entire cave surrounds the rock wall, forming a total of six layers. Each layer of rock wall is chiseled into racks, and a can of a head-sized jar is slowed down on the rack.

On the other side, a large iron door sealed the exit of the cave. Zuo Qingcang pushed it hard, but the iron door remained motionless.

The old man said, "It's useless. The short spirits will only be opened when this door is buried. They are usually sealed. And when you go out from here, you may encounter those monsters, which is too dangerous."

Zuo Qingcang nodded and walked to the center of the cave. Here was a huge platform, which seemed to be an altar of some kind. Zuo Qingcang walked up and saw that the platform was carved with various patterns, forming a huge three-headed bird.

The three-headed bird's body is a bit like a combination of an eagle and a vulture, but the most special thing is its three heads, one bird's head, one human head and one snake head, which looks strange and unusual.

But no matter how strange it is, it is just a carving. Zuo Qingcang looked at it for a few seconds and then flew over it. He looked at the jars on the rock wall and said, "These jars are the corpses of the dwarf spirits?"

At this time, the old man had already picked up a jar, opened the seal on the jar, and took out a ball of jelly-like stuff from it.

"These dwarf spirits don't know how to preserve this corpse. They can preserve the corpse for a long time, but it won't work for too long. For corpses like those two thousand years ago have already become such things."

The jelly was covered with a trace of green mucus, just like some animal vomit. But the old man frowned and began to take out the mucus with his hands, then stuffed it into his mouth. After taking a bite, his brow, mouth, and nose seemed to squeeze into a piece, as if he wanted to vomit but was unwilling to vomit.
Chapter completed!