Chapter 19: Danmo Xiangtian (Part 1)

  Having made up his mind, Zhang Cheng began to feel around in all directions. However, he soon discovered that this place seemed like a single entity, and apart from the entrance, there were no other openings.

  Of course, he had also noticed this pool of water, but when he personally went down, the pool seemed to be bottomless, no matter how deep he dived, he couldn't reach the bottom.

  The most important thing is that the deeper this pool goes, the higher the temperature and the greater the pressure. Zhang Cheng can only hold on for a short time when diving to a depth of over 20 meters before he can't withstand it and has to float back up to the surface.

  "What the hell is this place? Only allowing people to come in, not letting them out, and not even letting them live." Zhang Cheng sat by the edge of the pond, shouting out these words in frustration.

  He was originally delighted to have narrowly escaped death, but now he's encountered this situation again. He can't get out, what's the difference between this and being imprisoned? Is it possible that those who dug this place want people who try to come in to be trapped here until they die?!

  After finishing speaking, he lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, thinking about what happened today, and felt very terrible.

  Especially since he was thrown off the cliff by that Huai, this made him even more unforgettable. So, he can't die, he must kill that little boy with his own hands, otherwise, he won't be able to rest in peace even after death.

  "No way, I'm not going to die here. You're just trying to get me to go in and take a look, aren't you? Fine, you win." Zhang Cheng sat up again, turned his head and took another glance at the cave entrance that looked like a beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to arrive, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  Then he gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, patted the mud on his back, and walked towards the cave entrance with an unwavering gaze.

  At this time, he had a heroic aura of a brave warrior who went and never came back.

  Although Zhang Cheng had mentally prepared himself beforehand, he still involuntarily stopped for a moment just as he was about to enter the cave.

  Then he subconsciously took a glance inside, although there was no big difference between looking and not looking, but doing so brought some comfort to his heart.

  He swallowed hard, his heart shouting "go for it", then closed his eyes and plunged into the darkness. In an instant, Zhang Cheng was engulfed by the blackness inside the cave, just like the stone before him, without making a single sound.

  At this moment, Zhang Cheng felt that he had run into a thin membrane, but this membrane was like a soap bubble, and with just a light touch, it directly broke through.

  It wasn't until some time had passed that the imagined pain didn't spread from all over his body, which made Zhang Cheng involuntarily let out a sigh of relief, then gathered up his courage and slowly opened his eyes.

  Suddenly, it was another cave. No, to be precise, this should be a stone room excavated in the cave. And all kinds of facilities were already available in this stone room, including tables, chairs, teapots, tea cups and other basic living facilities.

  Moreover, there is not even a speck of dust on the table, as if someone still lives here.

  Suddenly, Zhang Cheng caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye. The appearance of this figure gave Zhang Cheng a big fright, and he immediately turned his head to look at the figure.

  All I saw was a middle-aged man who was meditating with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on a stone bed.

  "Little Zhang Cheng, greetings to my seniors. I didn't mean to disturb you, so I'll take my leave..." Zhang Cheng saw that the person seemed to be cultivating and thought he had disturbed him, so he quickly knelt down on the ground, knocked his head three times, and then turned to leave.

  But just then, he found that the middle-aged man didn't move at all, not even raising an eyebrow, and there was no anger on his face, as if he were dead.

  Wait, dead people?

  Zhang Chengxian was shocked at first, but quickly recovered. Although he had the body of an eleven or twelve year old, inside he had the soul of a grown adult, and not just any grown adult, but a university student who had died once before, so he wasn't very afraid of corpses.

  He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and then Zhang Cheng slowly walked towards the middle-aged man, while still quietly calling out "Senior" to confirm whether this was a dead person or a corpse.

  But after calling out for half a day, there was no response from the other side. At this time, Zhang Cheng confirmed that the other party had died and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

  After all, building a cave mansion in this haunted place requires how terrifying cultivation.

  If he is a good person, then there will be no danger for himself. Who knows, he might even have an adventure and be able to learn from him as his master, obtaining powerful kung fu skills.

  But if he's a bad egg, then he's thoroughly miserable.

  So, to be on the safe side, Zhang Cheng still put his finger in front of the other person's nose and felt for about two minutes or so, feeling that there was no air coming out of his nostrils, only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

  However, the gas exhaled by Zhang Cheng collided with the corpse in an instant, and the clothes on the corpse's body suddenly trembled violently, and it actually turned into a pile of powder and fell onto the stone bed.

  But this change happened too suddenly, and Zhang Cheng was scared to sit on the ground, staring blankly at the corpse that had turned into powder, and it took him half a moment to come back to his senses.

  "What's going on here?" Zhang Cheng was somewhat confused as to how this person suddenly turned into powder, but after some thought, he figured that the corpse had been here for too long and had already decomposed.

  So under his light breath, it changed into this pale powder.

  Having understood this, Zhang Cheng was no longer afraid, shook his head, and got up from the ground. At this moment, a glittering object emerged from the powder, instantly attracting all of Zhang Cheng's attention.

  Zhang Cheng carefully swept away the white powder covering the object, and instantly a ring with a white glow appeared before his eyes.

  "Ring?" Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then picked up the ring.

  The ring felt cold to the touch and gave him a somewhat heavy feeling, although it looked like only a small volume, but it had a weight of over ten kilograms.

  If Zhang Cheng hadn't practiced for a period of time beforehand, he really wouldn't have been able to pick it up.

  When Zhang Cheng put the ring in front of his eyes, he found that the ring was still emitting a faint white glow. At the same time, the ring was engraved with countless intricate patterns, which looked like symbols.

  "Could this be the legendary storage ring?" Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up as he held the ring, recalling a certain scene from a novel, and his spirits were lifted.

  However, this is not the world, so he did not dare to experiment easily. Later, he searched the bed several times, wanting to find some information related to this ring, but the result was disappointing.

  The entire stone bed had nothing on it except for those white powders.

  "Never mind, let's put it away for now and ask Master later. He should know if this is a storage ring or not." With that, Zhang Cheng put the ring into his bosom.

  Then, Zhang Cheng looked at the "ashes" on the bed again and sighed: "Senior, although I don't know who you are, we meet by chance, no matter what, I can't let you expose your body in the wilderness. Hmm, I'll help you build a grave, so you can rest in peace."

  As he spoke, Zhang Cheng carefully collected the white "ashes" on the stone bed and wrapped them in his clothes. Then he walked out of the stone room and came to the poolside.

  Zhang Cheng put the clothes wrapped in ashes aside, then found a place with softer soil, and after digging for a short while, he dug out a small pit. He poured the "ashes" into it, and finally piled up a small mound.

  Then he went to one side and found a larger stone, standing in front of this stele.

  "But what should I write?" Zhang Cheng was confused again, the tomb and monument were already done, but he just realized that he didn't know the person's name.

  "Then write Danmo Xiangtian's tomb!" Just then, a somewhat dull voice suddenly appeared in Zhang Cheng's mind.

  "Good!" Zhang Cheng subconsciously responded with a sound, and was about to move upwards. Suddenly, his movements froze, his eyes widened abruptly, and his face turned extremely ugly.

  "Who is it? Who's speaking!" Then, Zhang Cheng suddenly stood up and looked around in all directions, but there was no one else alive in the entire cave except for himself.

  "Could it be, could it be a ghost?" As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Chen's heart turned cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and all the hairs on his body stood up.