Repugnant Gateway

Both An Zheng and Chen Shaobai heard the horn sound clearly. The first reaction of the two was to find a place to hide. There was nothing beside him, so he had to hide behind the tomb stone statues of those monsters. But after waiting for a while, the horn sounded further away, but nothing happened.

Chen Shaobai looked over and looked at it, then asked An Zheng: "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

"Believe."

"I thought you didn't believe it."

An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"

Chen Shaobai: "If we are really in front of an ancient holy tomb, then you and I may encounter many strange things in it. Some people say that after Xiuwei reaches a certain point, the soul will gather and not disperse, nor I know if it is true. If you said that if you saw the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb, what should we do? "

An Zheng said: "Hello hello, we are here to make a door."

Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then started rubbing his hands: "The tomb of the ancient saint, this time I was really lucky."

An Zheng: "If you spend more time with me, no luck will come."

Chen Shaobai: "You mean that I brought you good luck? Can you not be so narcissistic. Obviously I brought you into this secret realm, how could it be that you brought me good luck? What. "

An Zheng didn't want to say anything, and nobody explained it anyway.

"We didn't come down in the same day, let's be careful."

An Zheng said a word, and then went in first. Neither person has ever seen the ancient saint, and of course never seen the ancient tomb. So I'm not sure whether the grand cemetery in front of me is ancient holy, but I always feel that this place is so horrible to the extreme, who doesn't know if anything will come out next to me in the next second.

The door of the ancient tomb was actually open.

An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."

Chen Shaobai's face slightly changed: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he is using it for the first time. It is impossible for anyone to come in before us."

An Zheng: "Your father's heart is so big that he dare to throw you in without knowing what this is."

Chen Shaobai: "And you."

An Zheng: "I am not his son."

Chen Shaobai: "When you say that, I suddenly feel sad and sad ... Walk around, look inside."

An Zheng: "I didn't feel your sadness at all."

Chen Shaobai: "The difference between me and you is that you grew up in a bitter place like Cangman Mountain's magical world. And I am in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than the environment you live in. I grew up, so my mentality is much better than that of the average person. So after I went to the Magic City, I felt like heaven was as comfortable there. "

An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai and seemed to want to see the answer from his face.

Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders habitually: "Let's tell you this, if you have an Lao Tzu, the head of a sect, and the entire Zong sect regards you as a **** and worships him. He is there You have laid a lot of foundation for you before, and you are his only child, and he doesn't want to make you a second-generation ancestor and idle boy because of this huge foundation. So he sent you to **** early in the morning ... … "

Chen Shaobai smiled, concealing the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, you see heaven everywhere."

An Zheng is not a very comforting person, just patted Chen Shaobai's shoulder.

Entering the gate of the tomb, it was not very big inside. Looking at the huge building of the tomb palace outside, when I came in, I felt like a half-meter watermelon. I cut the watermelon flakes that were only one inch in inside.

An Zheng walked a few steps forward, and then pulled Chen Shaobai.

"what happened?"

"It smells bloody."

"Why didn't I smell?"

"That's because you smell less."

The light inside is very dark, so I can't see how far. Anzheng summoned a scale of the holy fish from the blood-pearl bracelet, and the soft white light emitted from the scale of the holy fish also gave some comfort. An Zheng stretched his hand forward, and the scale of the holy fish flew forward slowly.

After dozens of seconds, the faces of An Zheng and Chen Shaobai changed at the same time.

In the place where the scale of the holy fish can shine, there is a corpse.

"How long has your father been in this secret realm?"

"At least ... at least, I don't know. It should be quite long anyway, at least before I was born."

"The **** smell of the dead man is still so heavy, as if he had just died."

An Zheng slowly walked over and kept alert. He walked closer and looked at it, then turned around and stood in front of Chen Shaobai.

Chen Shaobai: "What are you doing?"

An Zheng: "Don't watch it."

Chen Shaobai: "Why!"

He walked around behind An Zheng, and An Zheng was again in front of him. Chen Shaobai laughed and said that you really can't beat me. He flicked to the side and shook behind An Zheng. But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately became extremely pale.

The person who died was Chen Shaobai.

An Zheng patted the shoulder of Chen Shaobai who was already stiff there: "This kind of thing is nothing. Perhaps we entered a certain illusion as soon as we entered the door. So what we see is not necessarily true."

Chen Shaobai squatted down next to the corpse, and after a moment of silence, he pulled up the deceased's sleeves, and his wrist had an inch of scarlet birthmark about an inch up. After seeing this birthmark, Chen Shaobai's face was even more ugly, and the corners of his mouth were pulling out: "Fuck **** ... it's really me!"

An Zheng squatted down beside him and examined the body carefully. There was no injury in front. He turned the body over, and then the whole person froze there.

The back of Chen Shaobai ’s dead head had been smashed, and a bronze bell was embedded in the cracked skull.

Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.

An Zheng asked: "How many do you have this thing?"

Chen Shaobai: "Just one."

An Zheng: "So ... I killed you."

The corpse seemed to have died shortly afterwards, and the body remained warm. The blood was still flowing out of the wound, and it was inferred from the time that it should not exceed five minutes. The bronze bell was embedded in the back of Chen Shaobai's brain, and the blood had stained the bell red.

Chen Shaobai was silent for a while, and then asked: "Why did you kill me?"

An Zheng also remained silent for a while: "I don't know."

Chen Shaobai laughed immediately: "So you don't even have to think about why, you don't know why you killed me, so of course it's not you who killed me. You're right, this must be just an illusion ..."

But An Zheng could see that there were some very complicated things in Chen Shaobai's eyes. In fact, An Zheng also knows that things like hallucinations are flawed after all. For example, the scarlet birthmark on Chen Shaobai's arm. If the person who created the illusion does not know the secret, then the illusion created by Chen Shaobai does not have this birthmark at all.

"Go forward."

An Zheng thought about it and took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you will temporarily withdraw the bell."

Chen Shaobai shook his head: "No need."

An Zheng put the bell in Chen Shaobai's hand: "Hold it, since you see it, you must be careful."

Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put away the bells: "That's fine, see what else you use to kill me later."

The two looked back at the corpse. Chen Shaobai sighed and looked so miserable that he looked so dead. Then he walked in first. An Zheng followed him, hesitating a bit or looking back.

He saw that the dead Chen Shaobai sat up slowly, with blood all over his face, pulling the bronze bell out of his back, and then extended his hand as if handing it to An Zheng. He sat there, grinning ...

An Zheng felt that his heart was about to explode, holding Chen Shaobai in front. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, An Zheng pointed to the body. Chen Shaobai looked over ... the body was still lying on the ground like that.

"You will not be scared silly?"

Chen Shaobai said with a smile: "I don't take it seriously, don't yell. Go ahead, the grandfather wants to see which **** is here to scare people."

An Zheng looked back, the body did not move.

The two of them walked forward to the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but it is simple. It should be piled up with stones. Judging from the material and color of the stone, it is not a treasure. They are all ordinary stones. There is nothing on the throne.

"That's the shell."

An Zheng said a word to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger. Ice Soul is a red pinnacle magic weapon, the material is very special, if the level of forge Ice Soul is higher, then a gold treasure will be created.

The ice soul is very sharp. On the sharpness, An Zheng feels that he is second only to the Sorrow Sword in his magic weapon.

He cut the ice into the gap between the stones, then pryed and pulled, and a stone was pulled out. The stones are boxy, that is, one foot in size. It seems that someone deliberately sealed the real throne inside with stones, and did not know the purpose of doing so.

It took An Zheng more than ten minutes to dig out the stones piled around the throne, and the entire hall suddenly became bright. The throne glowed with dazzling white light, and it seemed to have a sense of holiness.

"Why is it so big!"

Chen Shaobai came and looked at it: "Is this ... 磗 磲?"

An Zheng nodded: "It is said that the largest tortoise that people have seen is about one meter, weighing six or seven hundred pounds ... and it is something in the deep sea. This atrium looks at least six or seven meters away. Appear here? "

The shape of the clam is strange, but this one is like a natural throne.

An Zheng thought of the Leichi Temple, which had previously refined his body outside, and then looked at the throne in front of him. It seems that many things are closely related to the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. Isn't that ancient saint the ancestor of the ancient hunting clan? Why are there so many things about Buddhism? Qi Tian should have been asked from the beginning, but now he has no clue.

"Not right."

An Zheng said: "This is turned around, is the back of the throne."

Chen Shaobai also saw it: "Well, it should be facing away from us. But why should the throne be placed like this, did the person sitting on the throne always face the wall? Since it is the face wall, why do you put such a big bottle He grabbed him as his seat. "

He walked a few steps forward, grasping the side of the throne with his hands: "Just turn around!"

An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grasped the throne of Thyme and pressed it hard, and squeaked below, as if it had driven some organs. The throne began to turn slowly, and the following mechanism rattled, and it seemed so harsh in this quiet hall.

Both An Zheng and Chen Shaobai backed off at the same time, their faces dignified. The speed of the throne is very slow, obviously it is extremely heavy.

The moment the throne turned, the two almost stopped breathing.

Sitting on the throne ... an contention.

A dead anxiety, a hole was opened in the forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was inserted in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, so it was inserted there, and blood was still dripping down the umbrella handle.

Tick, tick, tick ...