Very smoothly, the three of them passed through Tomb No. 1 and entered Tomb No. 2 through a narrow and winding passage. The scene inside shocked the three of them on the spot.
Of course, without Qiming Cream, what Wu Yahuan and Chi Li could see was still the dark tomb.
On the surrounding walls, strips of flowing light showed colorful colors, like swimming snakes, but they looked holy and noble, and did not give people a sense of fear.
Above the ground, there is a layer of white mist, which is constantly changing its shape, making people feel like they are walking on clouds.
"Xiaofan, is this a fairyland?" Chi Li exclaimed.
"It's not a fairyland, it's a fantasy. It looks interesting!" Ding Fan said with a smile.
"This illusion is too real. Look, I can stir up the clouds and mist." Chi Li kept kicking her legs on the ground, causing the mist to disperse and gather together with her movements.
"Xiao Fan, I've begun to believe that there really are gods." Wu Yahuan was shocked and whispered.
"Maybe one day, we can also become gods. Everything is done by man, and the environment is created by the heart." Ding Fan replied.
"Brother Fan, you have to take care of me." Wu Yahuan said in a coquettish tone.
"Hey, that's easy to talk about!"
"Ouch!" Chi Li jumped out one meter away. Is this still the usual Wu Yahuan? Why has he become so delicate? Could it be that evil things have invaded?
But Wu Yahuan didn't feel embarrassed at all. At this moment, a word suddenly appeared in her mind, the couple of gods and immortals, and she couldn't help but feel a throbbing in her heart. What a wonderful future that would be.
The dream is far away, and the real work still needs to be done. After taking out the tape measure, Wu Yahuan and Chi Li started to measure the area again, running in the clouds, and the work did not feel boring. According to the distribution of Xuanwu Qisu, this is the room constellation, in astrology
It has to do with weapons.
Ding Fan knew little about astrology and did not want to analyze it in detail. His purpose was quite simple, to find the treasure and take it away.
Wu Yahuan and Chi Li had no special feelings, but as a monk, Ding Fan could still clearly feel that the pressure from all around seemed to be greater than yesterday.
Using his magic eye and a knife, Ding Fan carefully observed the wall, followed the direction of light and shadow, and quickly removed a mud rope.
It’s better to keep it for research on what’s wrapped inside. The first priority is to reduce the pressure. Brother Fan is feeling miserable, but he can’t tell the outside world.
With yesterday's experience, Ding Fan was familiar with the road and removed the mud ropes one by one and put them into the cloth bags prepared in advance.
As for the fog on the ground, Ding Fan had already seen through it. It was a large thick fog talisman. He couldn't take it away, and there was no need to destroy it. Let's leave it like this for now!
After loading a bag of mud ropes, Wu Yahuan and Chi Li also measured the indoor area. The shape is a parallelogram, which is slightly larger than yesterday's tomb.
The effect of Qiming Ointment only lasts for twenty-four hours. Now that time is up, in front of Wu Yahuan and Chi Li, they see the dark tomb again, low and depressing, with the smell of earth.
"Xiaofan, give me some more ointment." Wu Yahuan said.
"I want it too!" Chi Ligao raised her hand in agreement.
"What are you trying to combine? That ointment is very expensive." Wu Yahuan expressed dissatisfaction.
"Hey, wipe it a little, so you don't get scared. It's so suffocating here." Chi Li made an excuse.
"Sisters, please wait here for a moment."
Ding Fan said, and quickly entered the No. 3 tomb, the dangerous place among the Xuanwu Seven Stars. The scene inside made his hair stand on end, and he really wanted to turn off his Dharma Eyes.
The piercing fire suddenly lights up and then goes out. On the walls, there are streams of blood flowing, which are bright red. In some places, the walls are convex, like a human shape, as if there is a person sealed inside, and the ground is black.
Weeds and thick liquid formed deep pools.
It’s like a scene from hell!
This is an illusion specially created for monks to disturb their minds. If they are not careful, they will go crazy.
There is no physical pressure, but the psychological pressure is greater. Fortunately, Ding Fan is naturally bold. Otherwise, he would have been so frightened that he would have run away without even taking a step forward.
Ding Fan quickly returned and said seriously: "The next tomb is a bit special. Sisters, it's better not to look at it and measure the area quickly!"
"Isn't it scary?" Wu Yahuan is very smart.
"It's so exciting, hehe, I especially like to see ghosts and fight with ghosts." Chi Li smiled and waved her fist.
Wu Yahuan curled her lips, bragging that she didn't pay taxes. She and Ding Fan had seen real ghosts, and they were so terrifying that they still occasionally appear in dreams. Wu Yahuan was sure that if Chi Li saw it, he would definitely be the fastest one to escape.
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"Listen to me, don't read it, it will leave a psychological shadow." Ding Fan refused.
The two of them did not insist anymore, dragged the tape measure into the tomb, lit the headlamp, and started to work. Ding Fan was still the shopkeeper, looking at this and that, and picking at it with a knife from time to time.
Feeling that there was no danger, Ding Fan released Leng Ling'er anyway. Wu Yahuan and Chi Li couldn't see it anyway.
"Ah, there is really a ghost! It's spooky!" Chi Li exclaimed, startling Wu Yahuan who was working, and her face changed. Just now, she suddenly felt cold all over her body, as if she was in an ice cellar, and muttered, "
I was so surprised that there was Xiaofan, what are you afraid of!"
"Hehe, don't talk about it to build up courage."
The women around Ding Fan were each more stupid than the other. Leng Ling'er looked down on Chi Li, but was stunned by the scene before her and asked hurriedly, "Xiao Fan, where is this place?"
"Comb No. 3 is the dangerous place among the seven places of Xuanwu." Ding Fan said.
"This is an illusion. It's so powerful. I'm a ghost. It's scary to look at it." Leng Ling'er made a motion to brush away goosebumps.
"Don't you feel any pressure?" Ding Fan asked.
"Of course there is, I can still hold on!" Leng Ling'er replied, tentatively floating forward for a while, and soon returned, saying: "Great, the mana to create the illusion is almost exhausted.
Otherwise, both humans and ghosts will be in chaos."
"Ling'er, I don't understand, how did you create the illusion?" Ding Fan asked.
"Magic weapon!" Leng Ling'er pointed to a pile of withered grass not far away, "The yin energy here is particularly strong. If you look carefully, you may be able to find something."
Ding Fan leaned over and squatted down to analyze carefully for a long time. With luck in his hand, he used a knife to cut out a rectangle and took out a flat piece of mud.
In an instant, the weeds and puddles on the ground disappeared, and even the flames on the walls disappeared.
Leng Ling'er felt the pressure drop suddenly, and quickly drifted in the tomb, passing by Wu Yahuan and Chi Li, which immediately made them feel extremely cold, and they couldn't help but shudder.
"Xiaofan, there can't really be a ghost!" Chi Li's face turned pale, her eyes widened in horror, feeling the real air flow behind her.
"Who said you still want to fight a ghost?" Wu Yahuan laughed. In fact, he was also a little scared inside. This tomb was indeed very different and made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Ah, Huanhuan, did you see my hair floating up?" Chi Li screamed.