Wuchang read that right, and what appeared in front of him was a stone tomb. In the eyes of ordinary people, this stone house is nothing different except a little smaller, but in Wuchang's eyes, it can be confirmed that this is a tomb by just the biography of the figures carved on the stone pillars.
The exquisite carvings on the stone pillars record the life of the tomb owner. This should be a warrior, a warrior who led his soldiers to defeat the enemy. In the carvings, the warriors were expressed in artistic form from birth, learning, adulthood, war and finally death.
The middle part of the stone staircase leading to the ground has been deeply depressed. It seems that this is an open tomb chamber that is often paid tribute to.
"Will you find some secrets about this forest here?" Wuchang said to himself and walked around the stone chamber three times, and finally made up his mind to go in and find out.
Regarding this open cemetery, I have also heard from people in my previous life that in some churches in the West, there are the bodies of some emperors, generals and ministers, and many of the corpses of kings are placed in stone coffins, and in churches for people to remember.
From this point of view, this kind of church has the nature of an open cemetery in a sense. As for the tombs of ancient Egypt, they are typical of open cemeteries.
One thing is certain: being able to build an open cemetery means that the deceased has a very high identity and high prestige. It is precisely because of this that people keep going to the tomb to worship him. If he is an unknown person, no one is interested in seeing him.
Wuchang walked down the heavily worn stone steps, and after turning a corner, he found the torch inserted on the wall. When Wuchang lit the torch, the huge underground palace complex finally revealed its true appearance.
On both sides of the long stone corridor are stone chambers. Some stone chambers are filled with weapons and armor from the Cold Weapon Age, some stone chambers are filled with wooden barrels and straw bags, as if they are warehouses. Some houses are placed with wooden beds, but the utensils on the bed have already decayed.
Wuchang passed by a closed, locked, open, half-closed stone chamber. Every time he walked by, he was nervous for a long time, for fear that another person would jump out of it, and that kind of thing that didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost scared Wuchang.
The corridor became deeper and deeper, and the steps were walking down layer by layer. I don’t know how long I walked, a large tomb appeared in front of me, and a stone coffin was parked in the middle of the tomb chamber.
Wuchang lit the oil lamps on the wall, inserted the torch in his hand into the shelf on the wall, and carefully watched the coffin in front of him with the light of the torch and the oil lamp.
"Why is it that why is the coffin not covered tightly?" Wuchang discovered a scene at first sight, and the thick sarcophagus actually flowed into a gap.
Wuchang surrounded the coffin and said to himself, "The dust is very thin. Although there is very little dust here, such a thin layer of dust also means that people often clean it..."
"The carvings on the sarcophagus must have been many years old, and some of the flowers are damaged... The identity of the tomb owner should be very high, and the damaged areas are repaired with gold. This kind of treatment is not something that ordinary people can enjoy..."
Just as Wuchang was lying on the ground and carefully studying the carvings on the coffin, a strange black shadow actually exposed from the gap in the sarcophagus, and the white finger bones drilled out from the gap. In a short while, half of the skeleton's palm appeared.
The skeleton's palm was cautious, afraid of disturbing the impermanence who was studying carving. The palm was gently placed on the edge of the coffin, and looking at the posture, he actually wanted to lift the lid of the coffin.
At this moment, Wuchang suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Fuck, this is not a human grave, isn't this an elves' tomb?"
Wuchang didn't notice the skeleton palm at all, because the moment Wuchang just raised his head, the gray-white skeleton hand suddenly shrank back, and there was no sound at all.
"Be good, there are really elves? That boy Qian Jun didn't brag. The legend of the dark elf of Iron Jupiter is actually true. Only elves have those sharp ears and tall figures. Let's look at those elves, men and women, why are they all so beautiful?"
Wuchang gently stroked the flower carvings on the coffin lid, and when he was feeling moved, a strange feeling suddenly came from his heart.
"No, why is this dust different? This trace just now doesn't seem to exist?"
Wuchang's senses were extremely agile. Wuchang discovered the dust marks made by the skeleton ghost hand at a glance. However, after observing for a long time, he did not find out what was made of this strange mark.
At this moment, a cold chill suddenly surged in Wuchang's heart. It was an extremely dangerous aura, but Wuchang also had a feeling that this danger seemed to be something he could control.
I don’t know what he thought, Wuchang suddenly used his arms to lift the coffin lid. With a bang, the thick stone slab and the oil lamp that hit the ground began to shake.
"Damn, what is this?" Wuchang screamed when he saw the things in the coffin. He saw a skeleton lying flat on a piece of golden treasure.
This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the skeleton is painted with golden and silver lines, and those lines form countless exquisite patterns, including flowers, scenery, and even various animals.
It's weird enough to paint on the skeleton, but that's not the point. The point is that on the left hand of the skeleton, he actually holds an exquisite oil brush, and there are several bottles of ink next to it.
When Wuchang saw the ink and the brush, he was shocked and took several steps back. An unimaginable scene emerged in his mind.
Wuchang's mind was full of that picture. In the dark tomb, a gloomy skeleton was drawing pictures on his skeleton with a paintbrush. When it was painted in exquisite places, the skeleton was still wide open, as if it was laughing.
Wuchang didn't know how such a scene appeared in his mind, but this scene occupied his mind for a long time.
Perhaps it was to verify Wuchang's inference. That "exquisite" bone frame actually sat up in front of Wuchang's eyes, staring at Wuchang's black eye sockets, and his chin was moving up and down, as if he had something to say to him.
"Fuck...Fuck...You..." Even though Wuchang was brave, he was so scared that he couldn't speak by the incredible scene in front of him. Since he came to this world, Wuchang has encountered not just one or half of the strange things. However, neither Huang Erxing's cannibals nor the living dead people on the left bank heaven star were as weird as the skeleton in front of him.
Wuchang just watched it like this, just watching the skeleton use a brush to draw on his skeleton, with his expression extremely focused.
Wuchang was already scared, so he moved towards the entrance of the tomb little by little. He wanted to rush out along the steps, and he no longer wanted to stay in this gloomy and terrifying tomb.
Wuchang walked very slowly. He was afraid of disturbing the skeleton being painted. He moved inch by inch and did not dare to make any sound. But just as he was about to reach the steps, the skeleton suddenly became angry and a black shadow flashed through Wuchang's face.
The exquisite skeleton was blocked at the door of the tomb, with hands on their hips and placing them on their pelvis, and their eyes were staring at Wuchang tightly.
"Fuck, do you want to imprison me?" Wuchang's hair was almost standing up in horror at that time.
"Damn, do you think I was scared?" Wuchang was not depressed when he encountered desperate situations. The ruthlessness in his bones instantly defeated his fear. He exerted force with his feet and the flame nail fist went straight to the skeleton.
"Shadow Break. Flame Nail Fist...I'll break you monster..."
As soon as a punch flew over, the tomb chamber suddenly became hot. Wuchang actually expanded the power of the Flame Nail Fist three times in extreme fear and desperate situation. In the past, it was just a small piece of flame essence at the middle knuckle joint, but now it actually wrapped the entire fist, and its fists were already burning.
Wuchang's punch hit the stone wall hard, and the skeleton actually avoided the sure-fire punch at a speed faster than Wuchangying's figure.
At this time, the exquisite skeleton was also angry. It obviously did not expect Wuchang to suddenly attack him, which made it excited to run around in the tomb chamber, and its chin kept opening and closing, as if it condemned Wuchang again.
"If you want to fight, just fight. I don't have time to play pantomime with you..." Before he finished speaking, he punched the skeleton's torso.
Wuchang's own strength has already broken through the fourth stage, and coupled with the power bonus of the flame spell, his combat power has approached six stages. Even if he is in the same position as General Gu Bai, even with such a high combat power, he cannot dodge this skeleton. It easily avoided Wuchang's three attacks.
Finally, the skeleton became anxious, and his fingers were blunt and turned into claws, drawing light in the air, and his sharp finger bones stabbed towards Wuchang like a knife.
In this battle, Wuchang knew that he had encountered an opponent. The skeleton in front of him was definitely enough to be a seventh-level warrior. He was stable in both strength and speed.
Wuchang almost subconsciously raised the flames on his fist. Countless energy sources in the void were gathered on Wuchang's fist. The blazing flames were half a foot high, and the entire tomb chamber was covered with snow.
"Break...break...break..." Wuchang was hit by a claw on his shoulder, and also hit the skeleton's three-in-one nail punch on the ribs. However, he never expected that the skeleton's ribs would be as hard as a warship keel, and the three punches were completely unscathed.
Wuchang, who was hit by a claw, stepped back three times, and his right fist was already trembling in pain. He even suspected that his hand bones had been cracked. He knew very well how powerful his nail punch was. He could also print the heavy alloy plate under his nail punch, but these three punches actually hit a bone?
However, Wuchang is not without gains. The flame spell finally worked at a critical moment. In the empty sternum of the skeleton, the magic flame was burning, and even a black air faintly emerged from the flame, struggling and hovering.
The skeleton was completely furious, and two ghost claws flew up and down in the tomb chamber. Long scratches appeared on the solid stone walls, some scratches were even more than an inch deep.
Wuchang didn't dare to fight against this ghost at this time. He knew that the physical attack was very weak on this monster, but the magic attack should be effective. Wuchang ran away desperately in the tomb chamber, summoning magic flames to attack the skeleton monster while running.
This battle lasted for more than half an hour, and during this period, Wuchang had thought of escaping the way from the stairs, but this skeleton monster had already seen Wuchang's mind. As long as Wuchang wanted to approach the stairs of the tomb, it would always block the retreat in advance.
"Damn, I'm trying..." Wuchang walked past the skeleton with a quick step, and at the same time, an inflammation exploded on the skeleton's head, and the blazing flames instantly swallowed its brain.
Until this time, the skeleton finally couldn't hold on anymore. The magic flames staggered, and the black gas sealed in the ribs and skull had been consumed. The black gas could no longer hold on. Just before Wuchang's eyes, the black gas rushed out.
The moment the black gas rushes out of the tomb, all the oil lamps and torches around the tomb chamber are extinguished, and the skeleton is soft and collapses to the ground.