The Spirit World

Chapter 733 The Beginning of the Tomb
[Do you believe it? In this world, besides money, fame and fortune, there is another kind of life.

So, I can tell you quite seriously that if you don’t want to pursue fame and fortune, or be disturbed by worldly fetters, there must be a life you want waiting for you in this world.

But before that, please think about one thing.

Please recite silently in your heart, one.

Put one on Chang Yufeng's head.

Next, please recite silently, two.

Then please put two on top of Pylos' head.

Chang Yufeng's life is restrained, even arranged, like living in a cage for his entire life, unable to break free, a life called fate.

Such a life is full of lies, blood, and even little calculations. I only told you what Chang Yufeng knew, or what you needed to know, but I didn't tell you who calculated all this, or who was behind all this, because I don't know either.

Just kidding, Chang Yufeng is already very mature, and he knows what he means.

Well, actually it’s because... Chang Yufeng has no control over the story at all. He may know what he is going to suffer, or what he should do, but he is always powerless, just like Sisyphus pushing a stone, going round and round, trapped in reincarnation. The fate he needs to face is cruel.

Rather than being controlled by others, it is better to tell you openly that now... we are going to tell the story of number two.

Second, it is Pylos.

What? Where is Pylos now? You don't want to know...]

"Skarna - where are you?" Pylos peeled off the sticky soil under his feet. It was like dead skin shed by a snake, and it still carried the unpleasant dampness of the catacombs.

"Didn't I tell you not to wander around?" Pylos stood up and turned his cowboy hat over - that cowboy hat was a rare item in this spiritual world, because this world had never experienced the Western pioneering events of cowboys. It was the item of Pylos' mentor. If it weren't for this cowboy hat, perhaps Pylos would not have become an archaeologist.

In the Principality, archaeologists are as unwelcome as historians, because this world has real gods. At least, in legends spread all over the world, the treasures of the gods always make a large number of adventurers risk their lives.

Pylos took out a spherical glowing crystal. The light of the crystal was very bright, but it was still too dark more than fifty meters underground... He could only see some sticky yellow soil and the two soles of his feet that he had just removed.

"Damn it... My new shoes are going to be ruined if I walk back and forth on this..." Pylos sniffed his straight nose and pushed the crystal stone. A wall suddenly appeared in front of him. There were only a few patterns on the wall, and no one knew what the patterns meant. He came here for this. After all, this tomb should have been dug up by tomb robbers a long time ago, or because the mine next to it collapsed, some broken silver items dropped by the tomb robbers were leaked out. Otherwise, it would never see the light of day in its lifetime.

Skarner didn't respond, causing Pylos to rub his nose again.

"Skarner, let's go back..." Pylos patted his clothes. This cave-like cemetery was different from all the other places. No, it might be because the core tomb of the tomb owner had not been dug yet, so all the patterns and designs recorded were vague, and it was not clear what they represented...

They were all hidden in the backpack on Pylos' back. He now looked like a student with a lot of homework. Fortunately, he was handsome and had a straight back, otherwise he would have been hunchbacked.

The glowing crystal swept across the road. Pylos was not afraid of the dark, but Skarner had black hair and a black windbreaker. If he had his back to her, he would have bumped into her. So he squinted his eyes and looked for Skarner very carefully.

The sticky tomb mud smells bad. There should be air circulation here, otherwise the smell that sinks into the soil will be difficult to dissipate. In addition, due to the collapse of the mine, there is still some air coming in here, but no light can come in. No matter how bright the glowing crystal is, it cannot be completely bright. The shadow of Pylos flickered on the pattern on the wall, and a wisp of red air suddenly dissipated and disappeared.

"Skana...what the hell...you said you would wait for me..." Pylos blinked and pulled his golden hair. The humidity here made his hair damp and water came out of it.

That water was not good at all. He put it to his nose and sniffed it. The pungent smell made him dizzy and he covered his nose and retched.

“Is this… vomit… urine… Oh my god…” Pylos raised the glowing crystal, and drops of water fell down… There was a tiny crack on the top of his head, and the water from the crack dripped onto his hat, and then flowed into his hair. It was too humid here, and he could hardly feel it…

The dirty water just flowed down. He didn't know what it was, but it was definitely not a good thing. Pylos shook his hands, stood aside, and stroked his hair again, staring at the flowing liquid. The dark yellow liquid reminded him of something very bad...

He even shivered accidentally, and quickly touched his fingers and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

This place is connected to a vast mountain, so it's hard to say what this thing is... However, Pylos himself is terribly dirty after crawling around in the tomb, which is quite like fighting poison with poison.

This tomb is not secret, and the mechanism has long been trampled by tomb robbers. Tomb robbing is a serious crime punishable by death in the law. If someone robs a tomb and claims to be from a tomb-robbing family, it must be against the law. The Justice Department will come to their doorstep immediately and arrest them all...

There are also aristocratic families who rob tombs... Doing it secretly is despised by people...

But then again, those tomb robbers really didn't know how to cherish the land. They blew up the tombs here and then went on to blow up the tombs there. There is not a single piece of land here that is worth looking at. It is full of potholes, which has caused great trouble to the archaeological work in Pylos.

Even the dampness underground destroyed the tomb, causing it to collapse and allow air to escape, making the tomb irreparably damaged...

Seeing that Skarner didn't answer, Pylos began to wonder. In addition to digging, sweeping, and mapping, archaeologists also have to clean tombs. These trivial tasks are really exhausting. If you don't have interest, you will be restless like a hawk. Skarner is not an expert in archaeology... It's understandable that he left the tomb in a short time...

But Skarner didn't say anything... This... was a bit abnormal... He couldn't have really gone out a long time ago... As the glowing crystal pushed forward, Pylos' shadow became longer and longer. The mud under his feet surrounded Pylos' shoes with a clattering sound, just like pulling a carrot, with a pit wherever he stepped, and the sound of stepping on water, making Pylos walk crookedly.

"Don't move..." A knife was placed on Pylos' neck, which startled Pylos. He trembled and dropped the glowing crystal.

The shout of "Don't move" startled him so much that he trembled. The treasure behind him suddenly shook and it shook three times before stopping.

He raised his hands...feeling a little aggrieved...

Pylos stopped and glanced behind him with his blue eyes, only to see a knife handle with a blue glow placed on his neck.

"I told you not to move!" Only then could the voice be identified as a woman's.

"not me……"

I'm not here to rob a grave... Pylos was a little more honest and not that scared, because logically speaking, if he could kill someone from behind, he would have done it long ago...

"Dr. Pylos Phoenix, long time no see." The woman behind him snorted, and Pylos's expression was full of surprise and joy: "Ms. Crow! You are still the same, liking to stab people from behind..."

"Long story short..." In the crow's withered eyes, the back of Pylos's head and the cowboy hat exuded a terrible... uh... stench...

This made it difficult for Crow to speak longer...

"You said..." Pylos nodded, but because he moved around... he was kicked by the crow...

"We are looking for a tomb... Here is the blueprint!" Crow held down the knife with his right hand and pushed the blueprint out with his left hand. It now appeared in front of Pylos.

Crow was behind him, his withered eyes fixed on the blueprint. The glowing crystal in Pylos's hand was facing away from the map, so Crow's hand formed a slender shadow on the edge of the map.

It was a different kind of map. It was obvious that the places marked with red crosses must be the locations of treasures. No, the crow said it was a tomb. Even with the backlight, it was still clear. It must be that the map was special and reflective. "Where is it! Tell me!" The crow shouted harshly, startling Pylos again.

"Ah?" Pylos was frightened by the crow's severity, and was also shocked by the crow's words: "I haven't seen it yet... How can you say that..."

Of course, he couldn't tell the location of the tomb directly, but he still looked at the map carefully. The map was not drawn according to the method of recording the coordinates of the principality: "You Hatulin want to find someone to help... Is this how you treat the helpers... This is too scary..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Look at the picture quickly!" Crow's hand obviously pressed down, allowing the dagger to kiss Pylos's back. Pylos was so scared that his hair stood on end and he begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Sister Crow... good sister... you are putting me in a difficult position... I am not a god..."

"If you still want your life... you have one day to give me an answer." The crow's white hair was still dry in the humid air and was blown by the breeze.

With a whoosh, Pylos instantly felt the chill of the dagger disappearing from his neck...

Crows... come and go without a trace...

It disappeared at this moment...

Pylos sighed.

"You said you have such great powers... Can't you find it yourself..."

"Don't say bad things about me!" The crow immediately appeared behind Pylos and kicked Pylos' leg, causing Pylos to stagger and fall.

There was another whoosh, and then it disappeared again...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Pylos apologized quickly, straightened his posture, and sighed softly...

He knew where Skarner had gone... He had been lured away by the crows...

Ok……

wrong……

"I haven't been given the map yet!" Pylos raised his head and shouted forward, but got no response.

"How can this be possible..."

Pylos quickly returned to the place where he had just made notes and sat down. The two soles of his feet "returned" to his feet...

He took out a feather pen and a notebook from his backpack and scribbled on them quickly, recording the general outline of the map in a hasty manner... What the hell.

He didn't have such a strong photographic memory at all, and at most he could restore the general outline of the map.

"Mountains...water...and...big fork." Pylos quickly drew the map.

The mapping technique was that of the Empire, so he really didn't recognize it at first glance. The Empire's landscape cartography all had a strong freehand style... They didn't have any height requirements. When drawing a mountain, they wouldn't say how high the mountain was. They would only record what mountain it was and how high it was. Other than that, the same was true for water. Two bars represented a river. A horizontal bar would represent a river if it flowed horizontally, and a vertical bar would represent a river if it flowed vertically. The direction was not as clear as that of the Principality.

Most people in the Empire like to record maps in words. For example, they remember exactly how many steps they should take when they reach a certain mountain. Unlike the Principality, which would set high-line requirements, they would not record the specific back of a mountain where the hidden things are. If the high-line is within a certain range, it is a mountain, and if it is below a certain range, it is a river...

but!

These are official maps, for people to see, not for treasure hunters...

The person hiding the treasure can just give a random description, or make a random map based on his memory by guessing riddles, and people will believe it. Only in this way can the treasure be protected.

So this picture is not a treasure, but it may really be a tomb.

There are mountains and rivers, but no high lines. It is just the blueprint of the imperial people. However, the text recorded there is not the imperial language, but a language that has never been seen before.

Drawing from memory is just a sloppy process, but at least he managed to remember the cross symbol. He couldn't write the imperial script...

This was simply a torture. The crooked symbols crawling on the paper like snakes made Pylos himself laugh...

"You're looking for someone else to find something, but you don't give them a map... I don't know if you guys have any brains..."

Pylos held the pen in his mouth, opened the bag, and put the map and pen in it.

But on second thought, there was a high probability that there was only one copy of that map. If Crow gave it to me, then he would be really stupid...

Then... since I don't have the correct map and can't find the location, isn't it all the crow's fault?
No, no, no... The crow doesn't care about my life or death... The crow is not wrong, the mistake is that I didn't remember it within three seconds...

Are you right? Pylos...

Well... I have to embarrass the genius... but I can't...

Pylos was indeed forced to memorize the location of the fork.

The Empire's cartographic techniques were also confirmed... and the Empire's symbols... he needed to look them up...

However, I still don't understand... Why did Hatulin find a tomb...

It was easy for Hatulin to kill someone.

No one likes a world where the strong prey on the weak... The survival rule that big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimps is simply not applicable to human society...

Hatulin has done so many bad things that even the law can't do anything about it... Pylos can only really help the crow. Those who always talk about the law of the jungle must be either stupid or bad.

But now Pylos can only worry about it... because he still has to face the danger of landslides... this loose tomb... begins to swallow up the civilization buried underground...

Although they had been stolen long ago, fortunately, as the only archaeologist in the spirit world, Dr. Pylos still recorded everything that might exist here...

There is a family of tomb robbers, which must be a disaster for this world...

(End of this chapter)