"The amplitude of his expression was too great, and both me and Fanying could immediately tell that something was wrong."
I then cast a glance over, finding nothing out of the ordinary at first glance, the statue remained intact.
The next second, my pupils contracted as well.
The black purple robe, revealing a piece of bronze hardware at the waist, disappeared without a trace at this moment...
There are only three people and one ghost here, where the bronze ware went, is self-explanatory!
"Hard words cannot persuade a damned ghost..." Old Gong howled with a thin voice.
"What are we going to do?" In an instant, even Minguang lost her composure, looking uneasily at Old Gong and then at me.
Moving the ritual artifact here would wake up the ghost inside the statue! Even that ghost might absorb Yang Guijin's yang energy. Anything else that might happen, nobody would know.
Old Gong himself said that the loop was extremely unlucky, going down was nine deaths and one life, with a balance of luck and misfortune.
I had thought that we should go down, with a balance of luck and misfortune, and there were signs of good fortune.
With the situation now, how can it still be considered lucky?
The brightness of the light seems to have increased somewhat.
The face on the statue appears to have come to life, faintly looking at us.
Not only that... I also felt that there were some subtle changes, but I couldn't pinpoint them specifically.
Vague and indistinct, I thought I heard footsteps.
The sound is both coming from the direction we came down, and also coming from the doors inside the walls on both sides...
"Old Gong..." I lowered my voice and asked.
"Let's go down, Master. Yang Guijin deserves to die, and we'll save him... Otherwise, we'll both be unlucky going back and forth. Something that shouldn't have woken up has woken up, and I seem to have smelled an unpleasant odor," Old Gong's tone was particularly unpleasant.
My heart gave a sudden thump.
Unpleasant odor? Lao Chuan?
According to the time, it's about right, Twin Monks utilize Lao Chu, but find Lao Chu missing, he must be found. They have gone up the mountain and even chased here, enough time for them.
Minguang quickly formed a spell, and shadows of reed rats emerged, crawling towards the direction we came from.
The footsteps continued, still as if coming from within those doors.
It's like, the ghosts that have woken up in those rooms can only circle around in the room, they can't come out.
Several reed rats returned, crawling back into Minguang's shadow.
Minguang's face turned faintly pale, and she said with pursed lips, "There are people outside. Three people are hiding near the entrance of the passage we came in, waiting for us... Anyone who peeks out will be strangled..."
"They don't seem to have any intention of coming in..."
Even with psychological preparation, my face looked even worse.
There were still some strange changes in the scene, the ten-foot statue began to shake slightly, there was no wind, but it seemed to be moving on its own.
I heard something faintly, but it was as if I didn't hear anything.
"Master... We need to go," Old Gong urged me again.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the statue, followed by Minguang.
Several reed rats have been running around in front of us, their role is to scout the way.
When we reached the side of the statue, I had actually passed this area before to observe the statue. Back then, I didn't notice anything amiss, but now I saw a small hole on the ground with steps leading down.
The reed rats went in first, and only after Minguang nodded did we follow.
This passage is very narrow, the enclosed feeling is unprecedentedly strong.
Basically, there is only about 10 centimeters of space between the shoulders on both sides, flashlight is useless, started a few steps, shining green light, after a while, the light went out directly.
Minguang took out a fluorescent rod, the faint light spread out, and the light did not go out.
The walls on both sides of the passage were adorned with some reliefs and murals that made one shiver.
The content of the murals was actually quite simple, mostly depicting women carrying infants or children. However, the bas-reliefs were much more terrifying and disturbing. There was a long, protruding face, with faces on both sides.
Although the lines are simple, they can still be seen as being created by Gao Tian Dao.
Minguang had mentioned the legends of Gao Tian Dao. From these murals, it seems to be irrefutable evidence?
Finally, we reached the end of the passage, where there was a very narrow door.
The door was at most 1.5 meters high, and people had to hunch over and bow their heads to enter.
After pushing the door, a slightly wider passage appeared, and there was light here. The walls on both sides were protruding with lamps, as if burning perpetually lit oil lamps.
There was a door at a certain distance, and the door was made of iron bars. However, from our current doorway, we couldn't see what was inside.
What's peculiar isn't this, but the height...
The height of the passage is the same as the doorway, only 1.5 meters...
The top of it had bas-relief faces, all of them were a face protruding much, and the faces on both sides were very small!
It's as if Gao Tian Dao is staring right at this passage.
As to why there are only three faces instead of four, the bas-relief can only depict these, and there should be another face at the far back.
"What the hell..." Minguang was extremely uneasy, whispering, "This is the tomb chamber? It seems to be a bit shorter than normal?"
I can't say.
The next moment, several reed rats darted into the passage. When they passed through the first door, they stopped as if to peer inside.
Suddenly, a thin arm emerged from inside the door and struck the reed rats with a loud thud.
The gray mist dispersed from the reed rats, and the reed rat became a withered bamboo weaving. The next moment, the arm withdrew and dragged the bamboo weaving back.
The other reed rats scattered in surprise, and from the opposite door, another hand emerged, grabbing the reed rat and causing it to disintegrate into gray mist... Then, it similarly dragged away the bamboo weaving.
Only two reed rats remained, fleeing back and hiding in Minguang's shadow...
Even reed rats formed by the souls of the living, had crisis awareness, knowing they would die if they continued forward.
"A group of starving ghosts..." Old Gong sneezed.
"Hungry ghosts?" I felt a chill in my heart.
"If you walk in the middle, you'll see, there is a footprint there, which has been walked on by people for a long time." Old Gong squinted his eyes.
I only then noticed that there was indeed a mark in the middle of the passage, as if it had been worn down by people walking.
Minguang suddenly stepped forward.
I grabbed Minguang's arm and pulled her a bit behind me.
Minguang obviously wants to explore the way.
I gave her an undeniable look and went in first.
Still, I couldn't stand straight and had to hunch my back.
We soon reached the first door.
Actually, there are two doors on either side.
The cold wind drizzled out from the iron bars of the door, and the back hole was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.
The next second, two soft thuds came from both sides.
Two twisted, thin faces pressed against the iron bars at the same time, four arms suddenly reached out, fiercely grabbing towards me!
Those faces weren't just thin, but also hideous, painful, and resentful!
They didn't seem to be more than ten years old, still carrying a hint of innocence...
