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

At this moment, several fire sticks have not been extinguished yet.

By the flickering light of the fire.

On the extended stone platform, almost everyone's attention was attracted by the strange flower.

All the way down.

Except for those gerbils, black snakes, and whitebeard fish in the underground lake.

This was the first time they had seen other life.

It is also the rarest green plant in the desert.

Thousands of years ago, Zagrama evolved from an oasis and home to a place of no life and extinction in the ancient Uyghur language.

Even the most cold-resistant and drought-resistant Haloxylon ammodendron and Populus euphratica cannot survive.

Buried by sand.

Or it may turn into a pile of rotten wood, dust and mud.

Who could have imagined that such a bright and colorful flower would appear hundreds of meters underground in the ancient city.

Everyone present was well-informed.

But for a moment no one recognized it.

"Miss Una, do you know her?"

Finally, a gentle voice broke the silence.

Everyone turned around subconsciously.

His eyes fell on the tall figure whose face was covered by a black scarf and who seemed to be dazed.

Shamanism has a long history in the Western Regions.

It has a history of more than two thousand years.

Traveling among various tribes and small countries, perhaps there are some records of such rare flowers.

But facing everyone's gaze, Una just shook her head.

From the moment she crossed the stone bridge, everything here seemed so new and unfamiliar to her.

"Brother Chen..."

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Brother Dao, do you recognize me?"

"In my Banshan lineage, there are indeed similar records. The broad leaves are blood-colored and it feeds on dead bodies and rotten flesh, so it is called corpse flower or rotten corpse flower. And because it is said to grow beside the underworld, it is also called the underworld flower."

"This object is extremely ominous and symbolizes a bad omen."

The moment he saw the blood flowers on the tree, Partridge Whistle remembered the records in the Secret Records of Moving Mountains.

However, even the records about it in the book are only a few words.

He looked at it again and again and confirmed that it was correct before he spoke.

"Corpse flower?"

"The other side of the underworld?"

"Oh my god, isn't this a ghost flower?"

"What nonsense! Didn't you see the bright red blood inside the leaves? It looks like it will seep out if you shake it twice."

"Since they live on rotting corpses, then there must be people buried in the tree hole, right?"

"Don't say that, it's not impossible."

"That's bullshit. How could anyone be buried in the Queen's mausoleum? It's impossible. Even if there is a burial pit, it is usually built outside the mausoleum."

"That's not necessarily true. The Western Regions are not the Central Plains. Before coming here, have you ever seen a royal mausoleum built in a city? Have you ever seen a stone coffin sunk in the desert?"

As soon as Partridge Whistle finished speaking.

There was a burst of exclamations from all around.

This name is really too weird.

Feeds on rotting flesh and blood.

"Yellow Springs Flower, this name is quite interesting."

Staring at the corpse amorphophallus whose color was too bright under the firelight, Chen Yulou said slowly.

There wasn't much surprise or anger in his tone.

The so-called ominous omen didn't seem to be a big deal to him.

"If it's really that evil, it's better to kill him first."

"I just don't believe that a flower can turn into a monster and eat people?"

Yang Fang shrugged, looking indifferent.

He didn't understand why a flower should be so wary.

It's not a zombie dumpling, it's an evil thing.

"It's easy to break it, but it's probably not that easy to kill it."

Chen Yulou shook his head.

Stopped him from raising the gun in time.

The corpse-scented amorphophallus is indeed not edible, but the aura it exudes can bewitch people. It is even more astonishing than the round light magic of the old raccoon on the ancient raccoon monument.

Quietly.

It can bring people into a fantasy world.

If it were really to be broken, the corpse qi would spread out and blend into the surroundings. At that time, they would be able to hold their breath, seal their five senses and six consciousnesses, and perhaps they could still avoid it.

But there were dozens of guys around.

After all, we are just ordinary people.

It's impossible to guard against it.

If you are dragged into an illusion, you will lose all reason.

Killing each other without any consciousness.

He finally got to this point, overcoming various threats of death from low temperature, severe cold, and the desert, but ultimately he died at the hands of his own people before he could steal the gold.

That is the real terror.

"okay."

Hearing Manager Chen speak, Yang Fang scratched his head and put away his gun awkwardly.

"Brother Chen, do you have a solution?"

Seeing that he looked calm and not panicked, Partridge Whistle hesitated.

"Chen has indeed heard of this corpse flower."

Chen Yulou had no intention of hiding anything.

Hearing this, everyone was excited.

Especially Kunlun and Yang Fang, the two of them had an almost mindless admiration for him.

There is nothing in this world that can stump the shopkeeper.

"Brother Chen, just give me your orders."

Partridge whistles are also common.

If one day, Chen Yulou appears to be at a loss, it may be that he has encountered unprecedented trouble.

Seeing his raised brows and stern expression, he spoke incisively.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Talk and act like such a wise man.

It will save countless efforts.

"Brother Dao, please come with me. The corpse flower will not eat humans, but it will cause great trouble for us to open the coffin and explore the tomb."

"it is good!"

There was no hesitation.

Partridge Whistle agreed immediately.

"Then I..."

The tone was set after hearing these two people's brief words, and Yang Fang and the other two couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

But then he spoke.

Chen Yulou seemed to have expected this.

"You guys can't rest either."

Pointed around the cliff.

Under the light of dozens of lanterns, torches and lanterns, the darkness was driven away and I could roughly see the situation below.

This is an underground cave that is much larger than the previous stone hall.

It should be formed naturally.

However, there are also many traces of human intervention.

The stone platform extends outward, while the surrounding areas converge inward, spiraling upward. The stone walls, which seem to have been carved by knives and axes, are full of rugged rocks, and occasionally you can see traces of murals or ghost cave writings flashing by.

This is clearly an altar.

It can be imagined that when the queen was buried a thousand years ago, the funeral procession sank the huge coffin to the bottom of the cliff from here, and the subjects offered sacrifices to the royal tomb here.

"Find a high place with a favorable position to protect me and my brother."

"Yes, from the shopkeeper."

Kunlun didn't think twice and went straight to the rock closest to the bottom of the cliff.

Yang Fang was a step slower and had no time to show much joy. He glanced at the old foreigner next to him and saw that he didn't seem to be planning to move yet. He immediately bowed, took a step forward, and jumped to the other side of the cliff.

With his back against the rocks, he had a place to stand, but it was not too narrow to stretch his body.

"Brother, Shopkeeper Chen, I'm going too."

Seeing the two people leave, the old foreigner did not dare to delay. He looked around and finally his eyes lit up and he found a place that was most suitable for him.

"it is good."

"Be careful." The old foreigner nodded.

He took out the sky-piercing rope from his backpack and threw it casually while standing on the edge of the cliff.

The sharp hook flashed with a cold light, cutting through the thick black fog. Soon, a series of ding-dong sounds were heard. The old foreigner tried to pull it, and the rope straightened, confirming that it could bear his weight.

He took a few steps back.

Take a deep breath.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he threw himself out.

Amid the rustling sound of the wind, the lantern hanging on his shoulder remained lit.

The speed was so fast that in almost the blink of an eye, he flew over the entire cave and appeared outside the opposite stone wall.

With the help of the firelight on his shoulder, he stared at a spot on the stone wall.

The light and shadow there are obviously much deeper than other places.

Based on past experience, he could easily judge it.

It was an alcove.

As he got closer, the old foreigner's eyes became cold, and his hands that were wrapped around the sky-piercing rope loosened directly. He took advantage of the momentum and jumped into the cave on the cliff.

The moment of landing.

His eyes swept around like a knife.

The cave was not very deep, only about two feet deep. There were many obvious marks of knife and axe cutting on the stone wall, and the stone chips on the ground had never been cleaned up.

Because there is a dark river flowing through here.

The air in the cave is extremely humid.

The flowing mist seemed like water would seep out if you squeezed it lightly.

Countless water droplets condensed on the stone wall, and when illuminated by the firelight, they immediately reflected countless sparks, looking like the raw ore of crystal jade.

But these did not attract the attention of the old foreigner.

After landing, all his attention was attracted by a stone statue enshrined in the niche.

It was a stone man about half a person's height.

Different from the stone men with giant pupils commonly seen inside and outside the ancient city.

The stone statue is wearing a long robe, with a black snake wrapped around its hands and a deep gaze.

It looks like a wizard who serves ghosts and gods.

Such people are common in small countries like Xiye and Gumo, but this is the first time in the ancient country of Jingjue.

The people of Guidong believe in the "God" who controls the imaginary space.

But only the Queen of Jingjue can communicate with him.

No one else has done it.

Now that he saw the stone statue, he realized that this was not the case.

After a careful look and confirmation that there was no other danger.

The old foreigner didn't think any more about it.

He casually hung the lantern on the snake in the stone man's hand.

The black snake was carved so lifelike that its body was curled up so that its tail could just hook the iron chain of the lantern.

The light is bright and illuminates the surroundings.

He also took off the Jiao Shooting Bow.

Every time they went down to the grave to rob, as long as they encountered danger, the three brothers and sisters always did the same.

While his senior brother charged into the formation, he was responsible for long-range attacks, while Hua Ling waited for an opportunity to raid the formation.

The three of them worked together seamlessly.

Almost never fails.

Although Yang Fang was the one who raided the battlefield today, the idea of ​​sitting in a high place and patrolling the surroundings had already been deeply engraved in his bones.

It has become a habit.

At this moment, he slowly raised the bowstring.

To be on the safe side, the old foreigner put the quiver aside and leaned it against the stone wall to ensure that if there was any real danger, he could draw the bow and shoot the arrow as quickly as possible.

"go!"

The three of them took their respective positions.

Chen Yulou did not hesitate.

He walked straight to the top of the cliff, activated his magical speed, and jumped down like a cloud of smoke.

Although Partridge Whistle also possessed superior light-body skills, he was ultimately no match for the Taoist magic, especially in such a dangerous place. He just lightly tapped the ribs on his abdomen.

In an instant.

There was an immediate clicking sound from under his robe.

The people around were surprised and suspicious.

The mountain-moving tradition is too secretive. Although they have been in the same business for a long time, most people have only heard of the techniques of digging holes in mountains and filling the sea with armor and moving mountains.

I was completely confused by the sudden mechanical sound.

But Partridge Whistle didn't show any intention of explaining.

He just leaped forward, and when he was on the edge of the cliff, iron chains made of fine steel shot out from under his robe like lightning and went straight into the stone wall.

The downward momentum slowed down a lot.

The people above couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when they saw him twisting and turning on the foggy cliffs like a gecko.

My eyes were wide open.

They thought that Yang Fang and the old foreigner's skills were beyond imagination, but after seeing Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle, they realized that there are always people better than you.

"Old Zhao, aren't you known as the Little Master? Are you sure you can catch up with this Yang Kuishou?"

"What the hell are you thinking? With my limited skills, I can't catch up with her, let alone even take a glimpse of her."

Xiaoshi Qian's face turned red.

He is actually quite confident in his abilities.

But these are not ordinary people.

If we have to compare, it would be Shi Qian and Dai Zong. No matter how good their martial arts are, they cannot compare to the Taoist armor and horses, which can travel a thousand miles a day.

"Shhh."

"Keep your voices down, don't delay the chief and his men."

Someone reminds me.

No one dared to speak anymore.

The flickering lights reflected many nervous faces.

Carefully stepping onto the top of the cliff, he leaned forward to look down.

Deep in the foggy cliffs.

Partridge Whistle retracted the last grappling hook and took out a lantern and lit it.

It echoed the lamp in Chen Yulou's hand not far away.

The darkness, as thick as ink, dissipated little by little, gradually illuminating the situation at the bottom of the cave.

It's almost the same as what I saw above my head just now.

Apart from the huge coffin and gold and silver all over the ground, the most common thing in the cave is the ghost cave texts.

There are densely packed on the stone beams, rock walls, black mountain stones and even scattered rocks, which look like... Taoist talismans and Tantric scriptures for suppressing demons.

Partridge Whistle didn't even look at the gold and jade artifacts scattered all over the ground.

Just approach Chen Yulou quickly.

At this moment, he was standing under the severed Kunlun sacred tree, staring at the corpse flowers growing on the cross-section, wondering what he was thinking.

"Brother Chen...what does it smell like?"

As soon as he approached, before he could say anything, Partridge Whistle suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance.

The scent was different from any other herb he had ever seen.

Not like a herb.

It's more like... the smell of some kind of ore ground into powder.

"Hold your breath!"

Chen Yulou, who was thinking about how to deal with the situation, suddenly changed his expression and reminded in a low voice.

Although the reason was unknown, his years of experience in robbing graves told him that this unusual smell was definitely not a good sign.

What's more, the record of this flower in the Secret Records of Moving Mountains is extremely terrifying.

Almost subconsciously.

All the orifices in his body quickly closed.

"what's the situation?"

After doing all this, he looked forward and asked in a low voice.

"This ghost flower can bewitch the soul and mind. If you are not careful, you will be tricked. Don't inhale its scent rashly."

Listen to his explanation.

Partridge Whistle's heart suddenly sank.

No wonder it is called the Yellow Spring on the other side. Isn’t this eating people’s souls and spirits just falling into the Yellow Spring?

"So what are you going to do, Brother Chen?"

Partridge Whistle thought for a moment and felt that the bright and juicy ghost flower had an indescribable weirdness, especially the petals, which were like an open eye, spying on everyone all the time.

All his methods could subdue corpses and demons, but it seemed difficult for him to destroy it while preventing any breath from leaking out.

"I'm responsible for the four-week blockade."

"Brother Dao, cut off its roots in the shortest possible time."

"Then burn the fire out, and perhaps it will be possible to accomplish something." (End of this chapter)