"This isn't common, but it's not like I've never seen it before. "My grandfather showed it to me." My grandfather showed it to me. " I exchanged glances with him, and asked first, "Grandfather said that he only saw it once. At that time, it was painted on a piece of parchment with cinnabar." Grandfather said that this face is not the only one, but to be honest, this face alone is very scary. "

"It's exactly the same." I was very shocked. However, my family's antique did not mention the word "not all".

"There are only two possibilities," he said. "Not all of them. First, there were many, at least more than one piece of parchment like this. The second, "he paused," In addition to this face, there is the Nether King's body below it.

Something flashed through my mind again, as if I should have grabbed it and let it go. I couldn't hold on to the main point, and it gave me a headache. "So, there's another layer down there. Could it be that we're not looking at this face, but at a headless body?"

"That's not the point." He rubbed his chin and said, "Think about it, why did the snake retreat just now?" He pointed at the two red balls, "Also, what's behind this face? Why did you carve this face here?"

"Is this a medicinal pill?" "I don't know how the snake got back."

"Say, why don't we take this thing down?" "It might be useful."

"..." "No," I subconsciously rejected her, "You forgot, you can't destroy it …" It's not like this is a tomb, "he said." I really think this thing is useful.

"Let's see if we can get rid of this face first and let us pass through." I said.

On this King Yan's face, other than the two eyeballs which were not made of stone, the rest of the four were made of stone. The carvings were round and smooth, and the fangs on both sides were terrifying. It was crowned with a high crown, and the neck looked as if it had been broken off by the road, but we guessed that the area below was where the body was.

What do you mean by looking at the two red balls again?

There was a creaking sound as he was thrown far behind.

His previous actions were just a test, so I didn't pay much attention to it. It was only after what happened that I realized something was wrong. When I looked at it again, it was like I had gone mad.

I didn't care what would happen if he was knocked on the door again. According to his method, I would desperately push forward.

It didn't move at all.

I cursed in my heart. Is this f * cking impossible to pass?

I leaned back where I had been standing and was about to think when I saw nothing behind me.

I staggered and fell to the ground, my skin and flesh cracking on the floor. Fortunately, the right side of his body fell to the ground. His spine and left arm were fine.

Why didn't he get up yet? He fell to the ground and looked at me.

I sat up with a jerk of my back and propped myself up with one hand. It was also fortunate that I didn't fall on my back, otherwise my huge travel bag would have crushed my spine.

The main difference was that the door was open in both directions. It was fortunate that I had walked to the original place, otherwise, I would not have known how long I would have stood there.

"So you really …" I didn't know how to say it. "How can you say your hands are so fast!"

"You can't blame me for that." The moment he fell in, he changed his posture and fell to the ground on one side just like me. At this moment, he was pinching his own arm to ease the pain, "Didn't you say you were going to find a way out?"

"I don't know if this door can open from here," I said. "You've lost two of your pills, tsk tsk." If it's gone, then it's gone. " He sighed, "As long as he is still here." "Hai." I also let out a long sigh.

"Let's go." What do you mean by look at the front.

When I switched on the flashlight, I realized that it was no longer a straight, calm face in front of me, but a flight of steps.

The first step led to darkness, as though it led to hell.

The steps went down, but there was still a way down. As long as you cross from both sides, you will be able to walk all the way to the flat area in front of you.

I discussed which way to go. I don't care what it means to go down. However, when he looked at the flight of steps, he always felt that it was somewhat strange.

Two paths? Not a trap? What's down there?

I shook my head and told him about the scene in the snake den, which made his face turn white. "Then why don't we move on." "Let's go down." "If there really is a snake-cave down there, why isn't the snake coming over? I think, even if there is, as long as we stand on the steps, it won't be a big deal." "But that's what you think," he said bitterly. "What if?"

"Let's go." For the sake of safety, I had never been close to anyone before. I almost pressed my whole body against the wall, but it was clear that this place was no match for the place where I had first entered. On both sides of me were smooth stone surfaces. However, his state of mind was different from before. He didn't think that he would die if he fell down, so even though it was a bit difficult, his speed was still very fast.

He wasn't slow either. Scurry led me forward, but two meters further on, there was another wall.

"It shouldn't be," he said. "Could it be another mechanism?" He searched up and down, hoping to find something to let him pass.

Disappointed, obviously, and still sighing when I returned.

"There's no need to be so sad, is there?" You don't understand. " "Take out the gun in your bag first. My bullets are all gone, I can't load them. "

When he came over, I handed him the bag. Then I saw him touching it, and his expression became even more unsightly. He almost pinched his face as he asked, "Eh, where's the gun?"

"Shouldn't it be inside?" "No," he said with a frown. "Your gun is gone."

"Are you sure it wasn't there in the first place?" He then shook his head, "Yuting and I have both, there's no reason why you don't have them."

I had never seen my so-called gun, so I didn't feel anything. However, he was more or less envious of his actions. As a man, a handgun was also a gun, not to mention it was openly used.

What do you mean helplessly said, "Look, I should only have two bullets left in my gun, if this goes on, I won't be able to protect you."

"Pooh," I said, "Do I need your protection? Shoot without a gun. "

Even though I said that, it was impossible to say that I didn't feel guilty at all, but looking at the steps, I gritted my teeth and walked down.

The lower down I went, the more dust I felt in my nose, but it was very quiet down there, and I couldn't hear a thing, let alone the sound of snakes rubbing against each other.

There was no sound at all? Stunned by my discovery, I turned and started up the steps.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I didn't see the cave of snakes in my imagination, and I was even more confused about my actions. However, while I was still confused, she followed me and asked, "What's wrong?" Just as he turned around and walked up the stairs, he had already made an exit. I couldn't hear him, but I could roughly understand what he was asking.

But there was no need for me to answer. The moment the words left his mouth, he realized it himself and turned pale.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I took a deep breath. When I gradually heard that my voice had returned to normal, I heaved a sigh of relief. The burden in my heart had finally been lifted.

"What just happened?" "Deafness?"

I told him about what happened after the coffin, and he suddenly realised, "It's that situation again!"

"I'm not sure if it's dust or something," I said, "but I'm familiar with the smell." This is the truth, I am already familiar with it.

He couldn't help but ask, "Then what should we do?"

"What do we do?" I said, "There don't seem to be any snakes down there, so what's there to be afraid of? Let's just walk over there."

What do you mean by being scared by my calmness and fearless spirit? After a moment of silence, I said, "Then let's go."

Going down again, the air was so quiet that it made people feel breathless, and the smell appeared again. However, I was already on my guard. There was no need to speak to ease the tension. Therefore, the key point was to carefully observe and not miss a single doubtful point.

His movements were very careful, but they weren't slow at all. Step by step, he moved forward. I looked around. Aside from the dust on the ground, this place was like a completely sealed off space. But I could see that it wasn't, because when this road leveled out, it also pointed to a deep, dark corridor.

But to tell the truth, it was just my imagination.

I was stunned for a moment. Why was it that I had walked so quickly through this even, slightly sloping road? It was almost as long as the stairs we had just walked down, only a hundred meters long. Why was he already half out of my sight?

But he didn't send out any distress signal. I was stunned for a moment, afraid that he didn't hear his cry for help. I quickly walked over to take a look. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I was relieved.

What is easy to step on the steps, seeing that I did not come over, turned around to look at me, indicating why I did not follow.