The four hundred and seventieth chapters are all fate
Feng Qing did not stop for long. There were twenty-eight immortal oil lamps on the spiraling jade steps. There were murals on the stone walls of these twenty-eight boys holding lamps.
They continued walking down, but Baimanman hadn't been found yet. She was the only one who knew the most about everything here. Fengqing was eager to find someone, and soon they reached the next place.
This stone wall also has murals, and the content on the paintings is dazzling. Perhaps the twenty-eight murals here are priceless treasures for archaeologists and scholars, but for Feng Yu and the others, they are of no use. The only thing is to help them understand
Let’s take a look at the past of King Hai Yue.
The painting depicts war and killing. King Haiyue is an extremely cruel king. Haiyue has a mermaid army, which is invincible in sea battles. They have fish-tail bodies and hold trident sea halberds.
It is engraved on the wall that the territory of Haiyue Kingdom once spread all over the sea. After victory, a large number of prisoners of war will be captured and countless trophies captured will be given to the King of Haiyue. These prisoners of war are the main labor force in building tombs under the sea.
There are twenty-eight murals on the jade steps, symbolizing the twenty-eight constellations and also representing the twenty-eight historical changes of the Haiyue Kingdom.
Feng Qing glanced at it and then continued down. There were twenty-eight pictures on this path. If you look at them one by one, when will they be the end?
But at this moment, a strange voice came from the lifeless palace, like a hoarse woman sneering "giggle", the voice was sinister and cold, the sound was as frosty as ice, and it was hard to hear
People shudder.
Feng Yu and the others stopped immediately. They had just walked within two paintings, and the woman's laughter seemed to remind them that they could not continue forward.
Zhang Xiuxian doesn't pay much attention to going to the tomb, so he often encounters the ghosts in the tomb. When he hears the woman laughing, his first reaction is that he has encountered evil spirits. He has encountered them many times before. Usually they are just looking for money.
, he would immediately open the coffin, take the treasure and run away, but if he is specialized in the art, if he is a professional robber, he will be able to remove the evil things in the tomb that have become the climate.
Everyone was in shock and did not speak. Everyone knew what happened. This place was the apse chamber of Haixia Tomb, and the things here must be from bad intentions.
Zhang Xiuxian cursed mother, and walked in. There was no place to worry about. He whispered: "Damn it, grandma, why is this guy's laughter mixed with crying? Ya'er is here
The place has been lonely for a long time, and suddenly seeing a living person like us come in, will you cry with joy?"
Feng Yu had already expected it. He didn't know how Bai Manman and the other person hiding in the dark were not discovered, but they basically encountered everything they should have encountered here.
Feng Qing was an old man. He looked around and didn't think too much about it.
Taking the voice seriously, he continued to move forward as if it had never happened.
Zhang Chaoyang has been listening to the dragon bones. It is impossible to say that he came here without a sense of awe. He has listened to the roar of dragons underground for most of his life. He knows better than anyone what is in the dragon's roar. How many people have he blocked.
"Brother Feng, this palace is very strange. I don't think we can go down rashly."
Feng Qing immediately said: "Zhang Chaoyang, don't cause trouble, I have to go from here."
Zhang Chaoyang suddenly became very strange, "I know you, Uncle Feng, are very capable, but have you ever thought about your daughter? Do you want her to follow you down to die?" He stopped in front of Feng Qing, his behavior was confusing.
But Feng Qing didn't listen at all, he only had all the answers in his heart.
Zhang Chaoyang was so excited that he and Feng Qing started to fight. This made Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian completely confused. What kind of act was this?
At this time, the cold and sinister laughter continued, and it seemed that the sound was not far away from them. Feng Yu wondered in his heart, why was there a fierce ghost in the place where King Haiyue became an immortal?
Feng Yu looked anxious at his father's side. He advised the two of them to stop first. Zhang Manyue was even more anxious. However, Feng Qing seemed to have grasped something about Zhang Chaoyang. When the two of them started to take action, they listened to Feng Qing's words: "
Zhang Chaoyang, I know your identity. You are afraid that I will tell the secrets of the Dragon Bone Gang. But who is not? Why do you think my Feng family is in contact with the Dragon Bone Gang? In fact, my father already knew it at that time.
You, the Dragon Bone Gang, are the descendants of the descendants of the God Clan back then, and you are the tombkeepers of King Haiyue’s tomb!”
Feng Yu was really frightened when he heard this. He didn't expect that the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Not only did Feng Yu not expect it, but Zhang Manyue probably grew up in the Dragon Bone Gang and she didn't know anything about it either.
Just listen to Zhang Chaoyang reply: "Since you know everything, I won't talk nonsense. Our Dragon Bone Gang is indeed the guardian of the tomb of King Haiyue. This matter can only be told by the previous generation of clan leaders personally when they take over.
, no one else knows, Brother Feng, you know this because I, Zhang Chaoyang, have underestimated you."
The two were able to chat calmly during the fight, which surprised Feng Yu.
Zhang Manyue tried to persuade the two of them to stop first, then Feng Qingyan said: "Zhang Chaoyang, I know your duty as the tombkeeper, but I have to go now. The secret of the dragon bone concerns my Feng family.
For generations, you can't stop me."
"Brother Feng, everything is fate. You have no control over it. This is my fate. Unless I die here today, I will never let you end up like this."
Zhang Xiuxian pulled Feng Yu and asked: "What's going on? Why is this uncle the tombkeeper of King Haiyue?"
? Ya'er heard the sound of the dragon bones, do you want to go to the tomb of this king who is neither human nor ghost?"
The few of them were in confusion. At this moment, the sneering voice came again. This time it was much closer than the last time. They were walking down, and unknowingly they had passed three people holding lanterns.
Boy, that sound came from the stone wall in front of you.
Zhang Xiuxian was bold and a staunch materialist. When he took a photo, everyone was frightened.
Feng Yu took a cold look and his legs trembled. There was a woman in red robe hanging on the stone wall. The wall was dim and dull, and the red robe was particularly scary.
Fortunately, they have seen countless dead people and have excellent psychological quality, otherwise they would be frightened out of their wits by this fright.
Taking a closer look, Feng Yu broke out in a cold sweat. The woman in red robe was hung by a rope on the wall. The body had been specially treated to maintain a certain amount of moisture. Her skin color had turned yellow and was covered with wrinkles. She looked older than a hundred years old.
The old lady's skin is even shriveled.
This dress is not quite the same as what the ancients wore. It is more like the ancient sacrificial clothes that I have seen in paintings. She quietly sticks to the wall, with her hands and feet letting the big rusty nails be driven into the wall. There is no such thing on this wall.
In terms of depiction, the female corpse in red robe is probably the painting itself.
Feng Qing and Zhang Chaoyang stopped when they saw this. The woman made a gurgling sound on the wall, and no one could continue to ignore it.
"This is a hag. The clothes she wears are the witch robes worn by priests. This clothes is extremely learned. It can be worn by women but not by men. It can be worn by young and old. It can't be worn even if it is worn out. It will not be worn even if it is worn by living or dead."
Feng Qing was well-informed and knew what this thing was at a glance. He paused and said: "Witches were occasionally used to offer sacrifices in the tombs of ancient kings. This thing is very dangerous, and the clothes on it are harmful if it is stained.
It's so unlucky that even looking at it will bring bad luck."
"Damn, it's so unlucky. The old witch was sacrificed here, and she was wearing a fierce costume. It's even more sinister."
Zhang Xiuxian was the closest and stepped back as he spoke, as if he was suffering from great bad luck.
Feng Yu looked at it with a flashlight. I wonder if there is a time delay in the outside sight here. What he can see should be normal things.
The flashlight shone on the upper body of the female corpse. The head was half-shrunk in the clothes, which looked ill-fitting. The voice came from the chest.
"Kekeke,kekeke." It makes people shudder.
Feng Yu moved the light to that head, and an unforgettable face was looking at them from the collar of the red robe.
Her head was actually able to move, shaking slightly as she looked at several people. Her face was heavily made up, and she kept sneering in a sharp voice, as if she was celebrating the delicious meal that was delivered to her door.
