The atmosphere also became stalemate. Qin Mu wanted to see the embarrassing look of those people. As soon as he entered the door, he looked around and found a piece of non-wet land, sitting cross-legged. This was the case with everyone following him. If Qin Mu set up a table in front of him and put some fruits and melon seeds, he would look like he was watching the show in a very vivid way.

The young man in white looked at Qin Mu's leisurely look, and his teeth were itchy when he hated him, but he couldn't say anything else. His previous goatee had completely offended Qin Mu.

Looking at the frowning look of the few people who had walked over before, Qin Mu smiled slightly and began to look at the surrounding environment happily.

This is a very open space, but in terms of the details around it, it is not as smooth as the corridor.

The ceil and the walls are bumpy, and there are even obvious traces of manual excavation, which are very roughly processed.

On the wall, there is a small brazier every few meters. The raging fire illuminates the entire square and is fully visible.

The principle of this brazier should be similar to that of the eternal light, but the eternal light should last longer in time, and the brazier should also be filled with lamp oil or similar things. Because Qin Mu was not the first to arrive here, some things are not very familiar with, and it is normal.

But there are not many braziers. There are only ten walls on the two sides. In the back, there are dark caves. The corridor is the same. The place where the eternal light shines is only half of the entire cave.

This is Qin Mu's guess. Perhaps it may be that when it comes to the back of the cave, it is not what Qin Mu imagined.

Qin Mu came back for such a tomb as soon as he came back. The previous corridor had a tendency to subvert Qin Mu's cognition. The corridor that could block living creatures from outside might not be able to be made even with modern science and technology, let alone the ancient times when the clothes were not covered in slash-and-burn farming?

Could it be that God really exists?

As soon as this idea appeared, Qin Mu's head was automatically ruled out. How could it be kidding?

In this era of heroism, even celebrities will not be loved by them too much. In one or two years, people's worship and beliefs will change. Nowadays, faith is becoming thinner and more specific, and finally it can only be measured by a few photos of Grandpa Mao. God, such a vague and unattainable existence, is increasingly forgotten by more people. Stars and heroes of the whole nation, and everyone is the only god in their own minds.

There is a strangeness everywhere in this tomb. The corridor blocks most living people outside the door. Anyone who comes in through the tomb will not have a good end. This is why, this tomb has existed for so long, but few people steal any scarce treasures from it. Even the only surviving father of Qiu Laoliu can die under the leadership of Chonghua.

Qiu Laoliu, who is called the Jinxianwei in the world, has never seen such a formation. He controls the talisman duck to fly high and low, but he dares not fly far away, just hovering wherever he enters.

The situation in the entire square looked a bit strange. No wonder Qiu Laoliu was only willing to circumference around Qin Mu, for fear of something unexpected.

The entire square was like a large tomb pit of the Terracotta Warriors of Qin Shihuang, several or dozens of upright people standing in one place. However, what separates them was not the soil blocks like Qin Shihuang's tomb, but huge pits. Because these pits were deep and could not be exposed to the brazier, they could not see the whole picture. However, Qin Mu could see one or two with his night vision ability, which seemed to be some kind of bone.

I hope it's not human bones, Qin Mu couldn't help but think in his heart.

And everyone who stands up is not a Terracotta Warrior at all. From Qin Mu's far away, they are people.

However, in such a dead tomb without any living creatures, they are all dead bodies.

The expression of every dead body was tumultuous, staring at the person who came. As soon as he suddenly realized, it seemed that they were all smiling hideously.

The closest thing to Qin Mu was a little girl who looked like she was not old last year. She was wearing a small skirt that couldn't see clearly, with half-length hair, her feet, and a shabby doll in her hands.

Because the terrain of the entire "plaza" is lower than that of the outer periphery, the little girl's calves are hidden in the darkness. Even if Qin Mu has good night vision, she can't see clearly what the girl is carrying in her hand.

In the hazy night vision ability, I seemed to feel that these little feet were very familiar and seemed to have seen them somewhere. However, Qin Mu dreamed of more bizarre Lu Li in his daily life. He might have seen similar things in his dream, or on TV.

After Qin Mu looked at all this, he looked at the ones who came first. The owner of the Yun Manor seemed very impatient. His cheeks were red and he kept wiping his sweat. Big beads of sweat slid down from his forehead. I don’t know if it was because of impatience or fear.

Even the little girl and maid next to him wanted to reach out to help him wipe his sweat, so he let him brush away with one hand. Looking at this, it seemed that the fear was a little higher.

The goatee lay weakly behind his new favorite, and roared excitedly from time to time. Although Qin Mu heard it, he couldn't understand what it meant in a few words.

"What are you doing! This kind of thing! I never thought of turning back! This thing is fierce... it doesn't mean it's unsolvable!" The three of them quarreled with each other on the goatee.

Qin Mu looked at him, and the fat man looked at him secretly, and jokes flashed in his eyes. Qin Mu was a monk who was just two years old and couldn't figure out what the fat man's smile meant.

The boy in white stood aside, and felt more like a passerby watching the show than Qin Mu's group of people watching the show. From time to time, he said something to the three of them. The voices of the three of them became smaller, and they secretly watched Qin Mu.

While Qin Mu was looking at it, he heard a sound coming from around him: "Qin Mu, this thing is not easy." He was speaking with Black Pearl, frowning, looking bored.

Qin Mu was stunned and then smiled again, looking comfortable: "Why, there are ghosts in the world that Comrade Black Pearl cannot settle?"

Black Pearl was amused by Qin Mu's tone, and his eyebrows stretched a lot, but he was still worried: "Don't joke about me, how much do I have, I don't know yet? But Qin Mu, this thing is not without a solution, but even if it is solved, it is very troublesome."

Black Pearl's tone was solemn and his expression became serious, which forced Qin Mu to follow it seriously, and said with some wonder: "What's wrong with this?"

"You must have heard that there are three kinds of corpses that cannot be touched by people who die in the water, right?" Black Pearl did not answer positively, but asked Qin Mu an irrelevant question.

"I heard a little." Qin Mu frowned and thought for a long time before he said with certainty.

The three types of corpses that cannot be touched are a profession that specializes in corpses making a living in the spiritual world. The so-called three types of corpses refer to these three.
Chapter completed!