The expressions of the three masters, Master Tani, all changed.
They all knew that Su Yun was chasing him, and immediately rushed into the third hall.
There were no scenes of dead bodies lying around in this hall.
There were only a few sets of blood-stained clothes and shoes spread everywhere, maintaining a strange shape.
These things were left behind by the masters who were forced by Tani to explore the way. They died here, but only the clothes were left. The rest of the flesh, bones, and even hair were not at all.
"This is......"
Mengla and Usamani were shocked when they saw the scene in the venue.
They could clearly feel that there was deep resentment left in the clothes.
This resentment was caused by the great terror and torture the martial arts master experienced before his death, and it never dissipated because of the special environment of the tomb.
"Don't make a sound! Don't touch anything here. Let's go around quietly and hide in the corridor behind!" Master Tani lowered his voice and reminded Mongla and Usamani.
After entering this hall, he, the top powerhouse in Siam, always had a look of fear on his face.
Mengla and Usamani nodded after hearing this.
They glanced around and found that the hall was not big.
It seems that the further back you go, the smaller the hall appears.
In this hall, the surrounding walls are all painted with patterns.
The general content of these patterns is that figures in simple clothes are kneeling on the ground and looking up to the sky, as if praying for something.
In front of them, there were bundles of cattle, sheep, pigs and other sacrifices. In addition to these regular sacrifices, there were eight pairs of young children who were also tied up.
The content of the picture is weird, it doesn't look like worshiping heaven, but more like worshiping some evil god.
In normal times, great masters such as Mengla and Usamani would definitely be interested in studying these stone wall patterns.
But now, they didn't have that thought. After just a cursory glance, they all focused on the front of the hall.
There, there is an offering table.
On the altar table, there are an incense burner and a knife with a white cloth wrapped around the handle on the left and right sides.
Above the two, there is a black jar. It is dark and there is nothing unusual about it. It is like a sauce jar used by country women to pickle pickles.
"Hiss! Magical weapon!"
"That little knife is filled with ferocious aura. How many powerful men must have been killed to develop such a terrifying ferocity! If Mr. An had wielded this knife for a sneak attack before, I'm afraid he would have broken that man's body long ago!" Meng
La's eyes shone brightly. Even at this dangerous moment, his attention was still attracted.
This knife is really too vicious.
Just placing it there, from such a distance, Meng La could feel the poison all over his body, and he was all trembling with fear, not daring to make the slightest move.
This is a top-notch magical weapon, and it is also a killing weapon.
And the incense burner was not simple at all. Even in a silent state, they felt a subtle spiritual pressure.
On the contrary, there is really nothing unusual about the black jar.
"Tani, are these things really immovable?" Meng La was a little reluctant and couldn't help but ask again.
After entering this hall, although the scene he saw was a bit scary, he did not realize that the crisis was there.
Usamani's eyes also flickered.
"Don't move!"
Master Tani quickly whispered, and at the same time he couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.
If these things could move, how could he possibly keep them till now?
But even if he scolds, he can actually understand Mongla and Usamani.