Seeing that many skeletons had left, Qin Mu came to the ink-colored door and wondered how to get in.

In Qin Mu's eyes, this exaggerated gate was here to block the Hulk? Is it necessary to be that big? The entire gate is thirty or forty meters high and about fifty meters wide. With eight towering pillars, this shape is simply scary. When Qin Mu stepped on the cold, dark and smooth ground, the torch reflected cold and broken light on the ground.

Qin Muguang looked at the door and was speechless. Not to mention trying to find a way to enter, there were two copper rings hanging above the door. The copper rings should be used to knock on the door, but Qin Mu's head could not touch the copper ring more than ten meters above the ground.

There were many strange people carved on the ink-colored door. Qin Mu was lying down at the beginning, and the upper half of the door was completely blocked by the structure of the upper half of the eight pillars. In addition, Qin Mu did not observe it carefully at that time, so naturally he did not study the paintings on the door.

However, now, when this guy was about to study it carefully, he found that this style is not on the same channel as Qin Mu!

How to say it? I took a look from a distance before. Qin Mu thought that the door was just some very ordinary reliefs, such as beast heads, flowers and birds. After all, when watching costume TV or some documentaries, ancient people liked to do this.

Carve some birds and beasts on what you have, represent your own, or decorate, etc.

However, Qin Mu looked closer and away from the door, but couldn't figure out what he was painting.

Or in other words, there is no meaning on the entire door. These paintings and carvings are meaningless pieces, just decorations.

Qin Mu stared at him for a while and felt dizzy. When he was always staring at the door, he always felt like he was about to be sucked in, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

The eight-tailed cat noticed something was wrong with Qin Mu, jumped directly onto Qin Mu's shoulder, rubbed against Qin Mu's neck with its eight big furry tails, without any reaction. At this time, Qin Mu seemed to be stunned, and his eyes were straight at the ink-colored door, no matter how Maomao did small movements, he did not react at all.

It was still amid the roar of the Yin-Yang Cauldron, Qin Mu finally had a little reaction, but he still looked stupid. The guy turned his head blankly, looked at the eight-tailed cat who was staying on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Do you believe it? The pattern of this door is a cartoon image?"

"I don't believe it." Maomao rolled her eyes and said with a naive look on her face, "Qin Mu, did you throw your brain in it when you came here?"

Qin Mu: "...I know you don't believe it, I don't believe it either. I...I just talk about it casually."

"Are you making the pattern blurry? Or think about how to get in?" Maomao said speechlessly.

Actually, Qin Mu lied.

This casual talk is not casual. Just when he was staring at the pattern, and when he felt his soul as if he was about to be sucked in by the gate, he heard the voice of the conversation between the gate and him. The gate said that the gate was engraved with a totem, a totem that belonged only to the Dark Moon Clan. Only the Dark Moon Clan knew what this totem means, and it was created by them themselves.

At that time, Qin Mu could not understand the style of the painting, nor could he understand the content of the painting. If this thing was really a totem created by the Dark Moon Clan, then this thing was no different from the cartoon images created by modern people. The only difference was that the cartoon images would not be worshipped and respected, but the totem would.

That's why Qin Mu had such an answer. That's something Maomao couldn't understand at all.

"There are rich treasures in this door," Maomao stared at the door with his eyes narrowed for a while, and suddenly said: "Look for some mechanism around this door that can open the door, or something like that..."

Maomao's words came to an abrupt end at this time. To be precise, the sounds around seemed to disappear, and only one sound sounded on Qin Mu, and the sound was extremely loud.

"Tel?" Qin Mu felt like he was going crazy. I don't know how many meters underground this ghost place was. Wherever it was, there was a signal, and he even asked the other party to dial it?

Maomao swallowed, and seemed speechless in the urgent phone ring: "Respond... don't waste it, hurry up."

Qin Mu trembled and took out his phone from the pocket of the down jacket.

This down jacket was a fluorescent and conspicuous down jacket. Qin Mu had previously placed his phone in a zippered bag of the down jacket. I wonder if he was too nervous or too anxious now. In short, Qin Mu worked hard many times and couldn't even open the zipper bag.

"Don't be anxious, slow down." Maomao saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. Moreover, Qin Mu's ringtone was the most primitive phone ringtone. The rapid repetition seemed extremely anxious. Even if he was not anxious in his heart, he could hear it as anxious as he could.

Qin Mu's zipper bag was hung with a string inside the bag. In addition, this guy was extremely rough when pulling it. After a while, the zipper was stuck and stuck, and it was stuck to the point where it could not be moved, and it could not be opened at all.

Maomao said slower, Qin Mu tried his best to relax and finally opened the damn zipper. Qin Mu quickly took out the phone, but saw that the phone just lit up and the phone ringing stopped.

Qin Mu was so angry that he almost threw the phone directly into the general's tomb.

"...You won't call me?" Maomao was speechless and couldn't help but say something.

"Call it?" Qin Mu couldn't help but ask, "If you haven't paid the phone bill for a month or two, can you still call?"

"How could I get in?" Maomao was furious when he heard this.

"How could it be impossible to call in? Chonghua didn't know what kind of business he had handled, it was the kind of never stopping the phone. Even if he didn't pay the phone bill for a year, it didn't matter. Besides, the person who deducted the phone bill was the party who was dialed, and it was not me. It would be important whether he would pay it or not. I don't need this phone number, I use this." Qin Mu said this, and took out a copycat version of the fruit mobile phone from his trouser pocket, looking proud.

Maomao looked at the fruit phone in Qin Mu's hand, then looked at the old-fashioned phone that was no longer known as many years ago, and came to a firm conclusion: "The one you bought yourself later was simply a waste."

"Why do you say that!" Qin Mu held the fruit phone in his hand, looking resistant.

"I want to say this, there is no signal!" Maomao looked contempt.
Chapter completed!