After getting enough sleep, they got up. The three of them met at the same place and rushed to No. 88 Huanhai Road again.
Before entering the underground palace, both Wu Yahuan and Chi Li put on down jackets. Chi Li was more exaggerated. She also wore a pair of cotton pants among her sweatpants, which made her look very bloated.
"Aren't you afraid that this hole won't fit in?" Wu Yahuan mocked.
"I still have a pair of long johns in my backpack, Huanhuan, if you feel cold, I can lend it to you." Chi Li wiped away the hot sweat, her face was red at the moment, and she wanted to enter the tomb immediately.
Ding Fan, on the other hand, was only wearing thin sportswear and had a lot of energy in his body. He was not as good as the two women in resisting the cold.
The three of them quickly found the cement board, lifted it, tied the rope, put on their clothes and slid down.
After entering the arched passage, Ding Fan stretched out his hand and said: "Sister Huan, give me the dagger."
Wu Yahuan pulled out the dagger from her waist. It was the same one Chi Li had used before. She had no intention of returning it anyway, and Chi Li naturally didn't want it either.
Ding Fan squatted by the wall, luck on his arm, and started digging at the mud with his dagger.
Wu Yahuan and Chi Li were very puzzled by this approach, but they also knew that Ding Fan had his own purpose in doing this, so they didn't say much, secretly guessing that he might be surveying the soil.
In fact, Ding Fan was destroying the detention runes on the wall and could not bear this kind of pressure all the time. This is the disadvantage of monks. Mortals are indifferent to this.
At the same time, Ding Fan was indeed analyzing the material in the crack, which contained a hint of sandalwood, but it was definitely not sandalwood, and he didn't analyze what it was.
His whole body relaxed and the detention runes were destroyed. Ding Fan led the two of them and walked forward under the illumination of the headlight.
The passage was very quiet, and the footsteps and breathing sounds were loud. Wu Yahuan and Chi Li followed Ding Fan step by step. Perhaps to embolden themselves, they even held hands unconsciously.
Ding Fan is happy to see this. The grudges between the two of them should be completely resolved after getting along several times, especially this expedition.
After a few dozen meters, a vertical rectangular entrance appeared in front. Only one person could enter. It was naturally pitch black inside and there was no sound at all.
Ding Fan stopped. Just as Leng Ling'er said, there was a barrier at this entrance. Before his eyes, there was a thin layer of light gray mist. Of course, the two enemies holding hands behind him could not feel it.
As a monk, if you want to get in, the barrier must be dismantled. Otherwise, even if you try your best to get in, getting out will be a problem. The weak spirit ghost who was swallowed by Leng Ling'er is a lesson learned from the past.
"You guys find a place to chat and wait for me." Ding Fan said.
"Is it dangerous to go in?" Wu Yahuan asked quickly.
"It's not dangerous to you, but it is to me, so I have to guard against it."
This theory was very strange, but Ding Fan's tone was not a joke. Wu Yahuan didn't ask any more questions for fear of disturbing Ding Fan, so he and Chi Li walked back for a while and started chatting seriously.
Ding Fan was not interested in hearing what the two were talking about. He was using his Dharma Eyes to carefully observe and analyze how to remove this barrier.
The principle of operation of the barrier is induction, which is similar to the mutual attraction of magnetic poles.
After observing for half an hour, Ding Fan finally discovered the hidden secret. There were three bright spots on the top and bottom. He still used the dagger to carefully remove the three small mud pills above the entrance.
The barrier disappeared as expected. Ding Fan did not enter immediately, but also took out three small mud pills from below.
There are six in total. They are quite heavy in your hand and are harder than granite.
Of course, this is not the true face. It will be revealed after going back to soak in the water. Ding Fan can't figure out what it is, and he has to consult the former head Leng Ling'er.
"Okay, let's go in and take a look!" Ding Fan greeted.
Wu Yahuan and Chi Li stopped chatting and followed Ding Fan into the entrance. This was a small circular secret room, not a real tomb. There were signs on the structure diagram, it was just a buffer zone.
Nothing special. Ding Fan continued to walk forward and passed through an entrance again. What appeared in front of him shocked him on the spot.
Under the eyes of Dharma, the surroundings are full of bright lights, emitting different colors, flickering and appearing, as if you are under the starry sky, full of psychedelic colors.
At the same time, Ding Fan also felt the pressure from all around, which was not as strong as in the passage and was within the tolerable range.
This tomb is very wide. It can be measured several kilometers along the way. The walls are curved and should be fan-shaped. It belongs to the wall of the Xuanwu Seven Souvenirs.
"It's pitch black, it's not fun at all!" Wu Yahuan muttered.
"Haha, actually, the beauty here is beyond imagination." Ding Fan smiled happily.
"Xiaofan, aren't you catching a cold and talking nonsense?" Chi Li asked suspiciously. What she saw in front of her was the same as Wu Yahuan's, except that it was pitch black and empty and scary.
"Can you promise not to tell the secrets here?" Ding Fan asked.
"That's a big question!" Wu Yahuan curled her lips under the mask.
"Xiaofan, my sister's loyalty to you is definitely more than a wife on the kang!" Chi Li patted her chest.
"Bah, there is such a metaphor!" Wu Yahuan said.
"Hehe, the love between brother and sister must be greater than that between husband and wife." Chi Li said with a smile.
"Then let me open your eyes so that you don't get too bored." Ding Fan called the two of them over, took out the Qiming ointment, and gently rubbed it on their eyelids.
Wu Yahuan knew what it was and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Xiaofan, you won't see dirty things!"
"Don't worry, dirty people don't dare to come here." Ding Fan was sure that there were no ghosts, but an unlucky fourth-level spirit ghost broke in by mistake. The ending was particularly miserable, both human and ghost died.
A moment later, both Wu Yahuan and Chi Li exclaimed. In their eyes, the deserted tomb had changed its appearance, as if they were in a fantasy world.
"Xiaofan, what are these stars?" Wu Yahuan asked excitedly.
"I don't know either, but for a monk, each one must be more precious than the most expensive gem." Ding Fan said.
"Haha, I can touch the stars."
Chi Li laughed and touched the wall with her fingers, as if she were really touching the stars. At this moment, she remembered her childhood, leaning against the haystack and counting the stars, missing her deceased relatives.
With a sore nose, Chi Li quickly turned her face. These stars awakened the tenderness sleeping deep in her heart.
"Xiaofan, do you want to take away all the stars?" Wu Yahuan leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"Try it, of course I hope to take it away."
"Isn't it a cultural relic?" Wu Yahuan asked again.
Chi Li had heard it a long time ago, imitating Wu Yahuan's tone and interrupted, "No need to ask!"
"Of course not. Materials from the cultivation world cannot be regarded as cultural relics. Ordinary people cannot see their value." Ding Fan said.
Having seen enough, work still needs to be carried out. This is the task assigned by Huang Fu.
Ding Fan arranged for the two of them to take out a measuring tape to measure the indoor area, and they worked in a place that looked like a starry sky. The two of them were very energetic and worked well together, rarely quarreling.