Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

The reason is to confirm it at a glance.

Except for the blurry French words on the group photo.

The most important thing is the name of the gold watch.

Kadia!
The oldest luxury brand in France, it started out as a watchmaker and was founded in the 1840s, which is 50 years ago.

In his previous life, he bought a vintage Cartier mechanical watch in the second-hand market.

That's the only difference.

The latter is a wristwatch.

"France?"

Listen to his mumbling.

The people around were confused and only vaguely felt that it seemed like a place name.

It was Yang Fang who asked thoughtfully.

"Are they the foreign devils who broke into the capital during the Gengzi Year and burned, killed, and looted?"

"Brother Yang Fang knows?"

Chen Yulou's heart moved, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at him.

Although the Gengzi Rebellion occurred more than ten years ago, it was still difficult to survive in such a chaotic time, and the poor people at the bottom had no chance to know what happened in the capital.

"Master Luo, who taught me martial arts, was once a member of the Boxer Rebellion. Unfortunately, after the failure of the rebellion, he became disheartened and lived in seclusion by the Yellow River, relying on fishing for a living."

There was a hint of reminiscence in Yang Fang's eyes.

He was young at that time and did not understand the heroism of killing one dragon, two tigers and three hundred sheep. He also did not understand the momentum of the angry gods and the resentful immortals coming down the mountain together to spread the Tao.

He only remembered that Master Luo said it twice while he was drunk and using the power of his fists, but he was only interested in the boxing moves. Seeing his uninterested look, he saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I see."

Chen Yulou nodded with emotion.

In just over ten years, the world has changed dramatically, and the flags on the city walls have been replaced one after another.

For the poor people in the mountains of western Hunan, the capital is too far away and the mountain roads are too dangerous.

Most people, before this, may never get out of the Shiwan Mountains in their entire lives.

"She was originally a descendant of the Righteous Fist."

"No wonder you rob the rich and give to the poor in the underworld."

The old foreigner who was most familiar with Yang Fang and had the closest relationship with him secretly patted him on the shoulder and spoke in a low voice.

People in the underworld may not know about the Boxer Rebellion, but the three words "Boxer Rebellion" are well-known.

Hearing this, Yang Fang shook his head repeatedly. Instead of feeling excited, he was filled with guilt.

If I had known better back then.

Master Luo would not have been depressed for the rest of his life, drinking to drown his sorrows.

"Kidnapper, have you found anything else?"

Without dwelling too much on this matter, Chen Yulou gently clicked the gold watch in his hand. With a crisp click, the pocket watch was clicked again.

Hua Maguai shook his head, "That's all for now..."

"That's strange. Judging from their appearance, even if they just entered the city, they should have some luggage with them."

Hear this reply.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but frown.

The group of people from the East India Company that appeared in the ancient city of Xiye was only a small team of a few people, but they carried dry food, clean water, and tools, and mobilized a caravan of six or seven camels.

Right now, there are more than ten people hanged here.

It shouldn't be empty.

"Boss, could it be possible that... there is another team in the city?"

"Or was it that the team was originally very large, but there was an internal conflict, and these people died at the hands of their teammates?"

Hua Maguai is quite smart.

Two possibilities came to mind in a flash.

Even Chen Yulou, who had heard it, felt that what he said made sense.

However, he had another guess in his mind.

That is, the disappeared survivors of the Ghost Cave Clan, could it be that they are not completely dead, but have been hiding here, just like ghosts in the dark night, guarding this place together with those black snakes.

of course.

The possibility of this happening is very small.

After all, there were more people who had come to the ancient city before.

At least in the past few decades, the Uighur tribal wizard Azhiya has been here many times.

Also, although the road through the Black Desert is as difficult as ascending to heaven, over the past thousands of years, it is inevitable that there will be ruthless people who value money more than their lives and force their way across.

If there are still people alive in the ancient city of Jingjue.

The news has already come out.

"We need to go into the city to see what's going on."

Putting his thoughts aside, Chen Yulou waved his hand and led everyone into the city.

The appearance of the black snake made him dare not have any chance of luck. Those ghost creatures were not only highly poisonous, but also had a strong sense of revenge.

This was also the reason why he had not hesitated to use the evil-breaking talisman in the Yunlu Heavenly Book to forcibly suppress and kill it.

I'm just worried that the smell will attract snakes.

It’s okay if it’s just a lone venomous snake.

If a snake tide attacks, even he would not dare to say that he can easily kill them and escape safely.

after all.

We really need to summon Luofu down.

It is bound to alarm the person in the ghost cave.

Before the final level, it is most important to keep the trump card. Otherwise, if you use all the tricks, won't it be able to get ahead of you and be on guard?

A group of people spread out in all directions.

While holding the lanterns and torches, he also held the pistol tightly to prevent any sudden accidents in the city.

Another team as Hua Maguai guessed.

Or maybe it was a pack of wolves or wild animals taking shelter in the city.

But after entering the city, it was eerily quiet all the way. Even the howling cold wind was mostly blocked by the Zagrama Mountains. After blowing into the ancient city, it only stirred up small gusts of wind.

The dark lights illuminate the surroundings.

The outer city is full of low earthen houses. After thousands of years, they have all weathered or collapsed, becoming ruins.

According to the murals in Prince Gumo’s tomb when they were underground in the well that day.

At that time, the coalition forces of thirty-five countries had already arrived at the city, but the gods sent down a punishment from heaven, destroying the entire royal city and countless Jingjue people in an instant.

Until many years later.

As the dunes move.

This ancient city has reappeared in the world.

Judging from the current situation, the city is filled with flowing yellow sand, which corresponds to the records in the murals.

The only bad thing is.

Starting from the sea of ​​fish.

In the blink of an eye, almost half a month had passed since they entered the Black Desert.

After so long, the group has gotten used to it.

The only bad thing is.

The ancient city of Jingjue is really too vast.

It took more than half an hour to finally pass through the outer city and enter the center of the ancient city.

Different from the earthen houses outside.

There are obviously many more corner towers and stone palaces in the city, which are obviously the residences of the Jingjue nobles.

Built with large black stones.

Even after thousands of years, wind and sand have not been able to erode the buildings.

The lights reflected on the stone walls, refracting a dazzling luster like black crystal.

If you don't know its origin.

People who don’t know the value of it would probably think it is Hetian black jade.

Not long after.

Wait for a few people to cross a long street covered with yellow sand.

The crooked stone tower finally came into view.

There are six floors in total, carved from a whole piece of black rock. From a distance, it looks like a black porcelain bottle that has just been baked.

Before this, they had only seen it in murals and ancient atlases.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I realize how solemn and majestic the ancient pagoda is, and how stunningly beautiful it is that is indescribable.

"finally reached."

"Isn't this the Queen's Palace?"

"Not really. It feels more like a religious altar."

Most of the people present were experienced tomb robbers.

Even though my eyesight is not as good as Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle.

But if you put it outside, he is also a first-class veteran.

Looking up at this moment, after a few simple exchanges, he guessed the function of the stone tower.

"Why think so much? Just go in and take a look and you'll know."

Yang Fang gently waved the magic whip in his hand.

He felt that he had been eating and drinking for free all the way and had not made much contribution, so he opened his mouth and volunteered to go first to explore the way into the stone tower for everyone.

just.

Haven't taken a few steps yet.

Someone held down his shoulders.

"and many more……"

The old foreigner grabbed his robe, and seeing the surprise in Yang Fang's eyes, he subconsciously pointed to the place not far away.

"No hurries."

"Didn't you see anyone guarding it?"

"Someone?!"

Hearing this, Yang Fang couldn't help but frown.

It was not until he caught a glimpse of the old foreigner's sneering face that he finally reacted.

He raised the lantern forward.

In the flickering firelight, a short figure flashed by.

Seeing this, he subconsciously increased the strength of the hand holding the divine whip.

I want to take another look at it clearly.

The reminder of the partridge whistle has come to my ears.

"It's an ancient corpse..."

They saw many corpses along the way.

There were merchants who traveled between Central Asia and the Western Regions to do business and eventually died in the desert, and there were also foreigners who were swallowed by sandstorms while trying to steal cultural relics.

There are not many ancient corpses.

The vast majority were buried in tombs.

Such as the stone coffin seen along the way before, and the Gumo Stone Temple hidden under the well.

Yang Fang couldn't help but feel a little curious. He looked carefully and saw a door standing at the bottom of the stone tower, where it met the quicksand.

And the tower gate.

Sitting cross-legged was a dead body.

Looks like an old monk in meditation.

He looked quite old and was covered in dust, but his gestures were extremely strange, with one hand on his lower abdomen and the other pointing to the sky above his head.

Although most of the clothes on his body have been corroded, one can still tell from the material and style that they are at least a thousand years old.

"Is it the gatekeeper?"

Hua Maguai frowned and suddenly a word came out.

The gatekeeper is probably equivalent to a Buddhist monk guarding a pagoda, or a Tibetan Buddhist iron rod lama.

This ancient corpse must have been waiting here for many years.

Never moved.

Judging from where he was sitting, it seemed that he was trying to prevent outsiders from entering the tower.

"It doesn't matter if he's the gatekeeper or the gate opener, he's been dead for thousands of years."

Yang Fang raised his eyelids, and murderous intent appeared between his brows.

The divine whip in his hand is the most effective thing to restrain corpse evil.

He has been here for so long but has never been used. If he really has rigor mortis, this will be a good opportunity to loosen up his bones.

With a cold shout, the man was already walking towards the tower gate with a four-sided steel whip in hand.

The old foreigner was a cautious person, and his heart sank when he saw this situation.

But how could he sit idly by and watch Yang Fang go into danger alone?

He immediately took off his umbrella and quickly followed.

Two people stood outside the door, one in front and one behind. The lantern swept across, and the ancient corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground was suddenly illuminated more clearly.

Standard Western appearance.

Eyes closed.

Because he was covered in yellow sand, he looked like a clay statue of a bodhisattva. But as he looked at it, Yang Fang couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise. He didn't know why, but he felt that the ancient corpse in front of him looked more and more familiar.

Until he caught a glimpse of the old foreigner standing beside him out of the corner of his eye.

He suddenly reacted.

The appearance of the ancient corpse... and the old foreigner were as if they were carved from the same mold.

As if noticing something strange about him, the old foreigner withdrew his gaze from the darkness behind the tower gate and glared at him with a frown.

"Did you see a ghost?"

"No..." Yang Fang swallowed and pointed at the ancient corpse in front of him, "Didn't you notice anything wrong?"

"The corpse qi has completely dissipated, and there is no resentment from the evil spirit. How can it still be alive?"

The old foreigner shrugged and smiled.

The first thing he did when he came here was to carefully check the aura of the ancient corpse.

The Banshan clan is best at controlling life and death, and has many unique secret methods for dealing with zombies.

With a casual glance, he realized that there was no way the ancient corpse could turn into a zombie.

Instead of wasting any more time, he turned his attention to the depths of the black tower.

"no……"

Yang Fang shook his head again.

With a conflicted look on his face, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Don't you think it looks like you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Fang lowered his head, ready to be beaten, but strangely, after a long time, there was no movement in front of him.

It makes people unable to help but secretly open their eyes.

Not far to the side, the old foreigner seemed to be frozen, standing there in a daze, staring at the ancient corpse, with a hint of complexity flashing between his eyebrows that he could not fathom.

"Hey, no, I was just saying it casually."

"Don't really believe it."

Seeing him like this, Yang Fang panicked and kept explaining.

Just as he finished speaking, the old foreigner seemed to wake up from a dream. He withdrew his gaze from the ancient corpse, his expression complicated and revealing a bit of pain.

"I have roughly guessed his identity."

"Priest or gatekeeper of some kind?"

"Neither." The old foreigner shook his head. "It's my ancestor."

"Wha...what?!"

Hear this.

Even though Yang Fang was very experienced, he was still shocked and dumbfounded.

He spent the shortest time in Chenjiazhuang.

The true origin of their lineage is unclear.

But as a descendant of the tomb-robbing world, he had been in the tomb-robbing world for so long, so he had heard of the Taoist who moved mountains.

Although when they first met, he was indeed a little surprised by the appearance of the three foreign brothers and sisters, which seemed to be very different from the Han people.

But beyond that.

Their accents, habits, and clothing are exactly the same as those of the Han people.

Now...an ancient city far away in the black desert of the western regions.

How could a weathered ancient corpse be the ancestor of his lineage?

"You, no, are you crazy?"

"They're all starting to talk bullshit."

Yang Fang came forward and was about to test the temperature of his forehead. He suspected that the old foreigner was possessed by a ghost, otherwise why would he be talking nonsense.

But before his hand touched it, the old foreigner dodged it.

She looked at him seriously, "This is not a joke."

"This……"

Looked at him deeply.

At this moment, the old foreigner had clear eyes and a calm expression, and he didn't look like he was seeing a ghost at all, but what he said was hard to believe.

"it is true."

Just when his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to do.

A calm voice came from behind.

Yang Fang turned back subconsciously.

Just in time to meet Partridge Whistle walking out of the darkness.

At this moment, his expression was almost exactly the same as the old foreigner's, indescribably complicated.

And Chen Yulou next to him.

He also had a calm expression, without any surprise, as if he had expected it.

For a moment, Yang Fang felt even more confused, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. "What... is going on?"

"At the end of the mural in Prince Gumo's tomb, there is a record of a person who, after the assassination attempt failed, gave Prince Gumo an idea to hide the poison in mutton and offer it to the Queen of Jingjue."

"Soon after, news came that the queen had died of poison."

"Prince Gumo then led the coalition forces, defeated the Kingdom of Jingjue, and laid siege to the city."

"And that person...if I'm not mistaken, it should be him."

Partridge Whistle spoke lightly, as if it was a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

But at the end, he changed the subject and sighed, "He is actually the ancestor of my Zagrama lineage."

After the tribe moved east.

Because the whereabouts of the Zhuochen Pearl has never been found.

A wise man in Zagrama thought of a way to return to the holy mountain to find the jade eyeball that the saint had ordered to be created.

But when he returned to his homeland after going through untold hardships, he found that everything had changed.

The once holy mountain was occupied by the ancient Jingjue Kingdom.

The jade eyes are also called the queen's possession.

In order to get back his ancestral property, he cooperates with Prince Gumo, who also has a deep hatred for him.

only……

The Zagrama clan book only records the wise man's return to the holy mountain, but there is no record of what happened next.

Now seeing the ancient corpse outside the stone tower, Partridge Whistle finally understood.

The wise man died here.

Perhaps after the ancient city was submerged, he took great pains to find the ancient tower, but in the end he could not find the passage to enter the palace.

Died at the last step.

It is a pity.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the ancestors in the family book appear in front of me. The feeling is simply indescribable.

"Condolences..."

Stand aside.

After hearing the whole story, Chen Yulou looked at his trembling shoulders and couldn't help but pat him gently to comfort him.

Our predecessors continued to advance.

We meet again after a thousand years.

There is really no comfort in this kind of thing.

"Old foreigner, collect the remains of our ancestors."

Partridge Whistle shook his head to indicate that he was fine, then took a deep breath and spoke seriously.

"Yes, senior brother!"

The same is true for old foreigners.

When he had a flash of inspiration and recognized the identity of the ancient corpse, his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts and he even had a strong feeling of suffocation.

"Boss, should we go over and lend a hand?"

They saw their two fellow disciples carrying the ancient corpse to the side.

Hua Maguai couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Chen Yulou hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

It is better to let them do this kind of thing themselves. After all, they are outsiders and it is not easy for them to interfere.

Judging from the actions of Partridge Whistle and the other man, they most likely planned to collect the bones first, and then send the remains of their ancestors to the foot of the holy mountain for burial after leaving the city.

Put it this way.

Compared to those tribesmen who could not return to their roots and could only be buried behind Peacock Mountain, they are still lucky.

Not long after.

The two men collected the remains.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Chen Yulou pointed at the tower gate in front of him and said, "This stone tower has an amazing style. Maybe we can find some clues."

While talking.

He took the lantern from Hua Maguai's hand, lowered his head and walked straight through the door.

Seeing this, except for two guys who stayed outside to provide support, everyone went in one after another.

The space inside the tower is not small.

There were more than ten people inside, but it didn't feel crowded at all.

The lights of the lanterns soon illuminated the pitch-black tower.

The stone walls inside the tower were densely engraved with ancient characters.

Among the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, except for a few countries that did not have their own language systems, most of the ancient countries had written records. Even big countries like Jingjue and Loulan had several scripts.

But just a glance.

The text on the stone wall is completely different from any ancient text I have seen before.

"It doesn't seem to be Kharosthi."

"It's indeed not. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the legendary ghost cave text."

The Guidong Clan takes the Guidong as its origin. No matter whether it is the Demon Kingdom, the Samsara Sect or the Ancient Kingdom of Jingjue, they are all members of the Guidong Clan.

But apparently no one else had ever heard of it.

"The shopkeeper, do you know him?"

"What are you thinking? If I knew everything, wouldn't that make me a god?"

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

He just held the lantern and walked to a stone statue standing behind him.

It was a mountain goat carved from black mountain stone.

It is lifelike, which shows the craftsmanship, but there is nothing special about it.

The group did not delay and went up to the second floor along the stairs beside the stone tower. They found another stone man in almost the same position.

No different from ordinary people.

But his eyes were surprisingly big.

"Aren't these the stone men with giant pupils that we saw in Xiye City?"

Yang Fang looked strange.

At first I thought it was unique to Xiye, but now it seems that is not the case.

"It's them. They are probably a symbol of the Jingjue Nation. Xiye has been occupied by the Jingjue for many years, so it's not surprising that similar stone figures with giant pupils appear."

"There are stone statues on each floor, but they don't look like valuable things."

Hua Maguai looked around and found that the hall was empty except for the stone statues and the secret texts on the wall. If he had not confirmed that no one had been there, he would have suspected that someone had already got there first.

“It’s called religious belief.”

"Have you not noticed that the characters on each level are different, from the lowest to the highest, and their status and identity are also completely different?"

Chen Yulou glanced at him and smiled.

"Boss, you mean that the first layer of stone sheep represents livestock, and the second layer represents people. So, the third layer must be the queen."

The group went up.

But the Queen of Jingjue who appeared on the third layer was not wearing a mask or a veil, but a crown.

Instead, it is a general with a snake body and a human head, holding a sword and shield. He looks ferocious and murderous, just like the angry Vajra in the temple.

"This is……"

What I saw was completely different from what I had guessed.

Hua Maguai couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

At least what he saw below had traces to follow, but the sudden appearance of a monster made him a little confused.

"Didn't you say that before?"

"Gatekeeper?"

Seeing the shopkeeper reminding him, Hua Maguai blurted out.

"Almost the same, or it would be more appropriate to call him a patron saint."

Staring intently at the angry figure, Chen Yulou couldn't help but flash through the images of those black snakes.

The ancients were really good at creation.

That kind of ghost thing can be beautified to such an extent.

"Shopkeeper, something doesn't seem right."

"This black tower has six floors in total, including the stone sheep, stone men, and guardian gods. Even if you add the queen and the supreme god they believe in, there are only five floors."

It was Kunlun who had never spoken.

He was the first to notice something was wrong.

Having said this, he frowned, looked at the people around him, and a low voice slowly came out.

"What is that extra layer?" (End of this chapter)