Just as the atmosphere in the valley was about to become eerie, something happened outside.

  Mikazuki Ichinose and Nappa have been shaken by the sudden earthquake, and after walking through the winding river that has reached its end, they passed through a pile of rubble and walked out of the riverbed on the right side. Fortunately, they didn't encounter anything strange, which also made Mikazuki's attitude towards Takashi better.

  The surroundings were some thick trees as big as waist circumference, the sky was full of wisteria connecting these trees together, all kinds of strange flowers and weeds could be seen everywhere, except for the muddy road under their feet which was quite uncomfortable, what troubled them most was the mosquito attack.

  The mosquitoes here are much smaller than those outside, with yellow bodies and sharp butts, yet they make a fierce noise. As soon as someone is active here, a large group of them rush up, and in no time the four of us are covered in bites. Old Zhuo's thick skin can withstand it, but it's a pity for the two sisters, who were already injured and didn't have the strength to drive away the mosquitoes.

  Even with the three divine halberds in hand, they can't be used to swat mosquitoes. Wishing for a swift exit from this forest, he understood that if they didn't hurry up and leave, they would eventually be sucked dry by these mosquitoes. As he danced with his sleeves and shouted: "We must rush out quickly!"

  The forest floor was not flat, a thick layer of fallen leaves had already been trampled soft and weak. Zhuo Lao Han led the way in front, while Wang Yue and Tao Jing sister followed behind, supporting each other.

  The forest was very dense, the sky-blocking branches made it impossible for light to penetrate, which also made them lose their sense of direction. At this moment, they could only fly around like headless flies, and in fact, this behavior is extremely dangerous.

  Zhuo Yüguì, who was being bitten by mosquitoes and felt extremely uncomfortable, simply waved his hands wildly and ran forward. He didn't have the heart to look at the road under his feet, and only vaguely saw that there were no obstacles in front of him before taking big strides to charge forward. The four people were separated by a distance of only about half a meter from front to back. By the time Wang Yue thought he felt empty space beneath his feet, it was already too late.

  There was originally supposed to be a vertical cave here, but the entrance was covered with withered branches and leaves, which were no different from those around it. The four people stepped on it one after another, just like wild animals falling into a trap, and only heard Tao Jingxue shouting "Ah!", and then disappeared from the ground.

  He gasped, the first reaction after falling from a high place. Then came the pain. Old Man Zhuo felt that his old bones were about to scatter all over the place, but fortunately, there was a thick layer of leaves under the cave, which had a buffering effect. The few people panted heavily and sat up one by one. Wang Yue's face turned into a pig liver color, and he raised his sword scabbard to strike Old Man Zhuo. Seeing that he was about to be hit, Old Man Zhuo randomly picked up something from the ground and placed it in front of him to block the attack.

  Wang Yue's hand, which had been raised to strike with his sword, now froze in mid-air. His eyes were fixed on the object in Zhuo Lao Han's hand, and an expression of incredulity appeared on his face. It seemed that it was just a cloth bundle.

  "Give it to me!" Wàng Yuè snatched the package from Old Man Zhuō's hands, his facial expression gradually twisting in a mixture of emotions, his trembling hands hinting at some major discovery.

  "What's going on, Master?" Qian Xue had suffered internal injuries from the fall and her pale face was devoid of any color, but as a guardian of the Wang Yue family, she had to be ready to serve at all times.

  "What's this?" asked Mutsuki Kazuki, picking up the bundle of cloth and pointing to a golden flower pattern on the lower right corner.

  This is a chrysanthemum! Perhaps for Zhuo Lao Han, this chrysanthemum is just a decorative pattern on the package, but for Wang Yue Yi Mu, what does it mean? He is very clear! Because this chrysanthemum pattern is a 'sixteen-petaled eight-layered chrysanthemum crest'! It has a great origin, and the original shape of this pattern is the family crest of the Satsuma Domain during the Muromachi period. In the late 8th century, Japan moved its capital to Heian-kyo (now Kyoto), marking the beginning of the Heian period, which had a turning point in Japanese history. In the early years of the Heian court, the imperial family, as well as nobles and literati, all highly praised the beauty of chrysanthemums. In Japan, the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th is also known as Chrysanthemum Day. On this day, the Crown Prince leads the officials to pay respects to the Emperor in the Purple Hall, and they admire the golden chrysanthemums together and drink chrysanthemum wine. In October, the Emperor holds a residual chrysanthemum banquet, inviting his ministers to appreciate the chrysanthemums. Perhaps the chrysanthemum on the Japanese imperial family crest was carved at this time.

  So this chrysanthemum crest is the family crest of the Japanese imperial family, and it is also because of this that the Japanese imperial family is also called "Chrysanthemum Dynasty"!

  "Where did you get this package!" Mutsuki Kazuaki pointed at Takashi Old Man and roared.

  The old man saw that he had escaped a disaster and secretly congratulated himself in his heart. He hastily said, "It was just now that I randomly grabbed it from behind me, I don't know what this package..."

  Wang Yueyi jumped over, picked up Zhuo Lao Han like a small chicken and threw him to one side; "Get out of my way!" The old man didn't understand why, but saw Wang Yueyi scratching at the pile of withered branches like a mad dog, and as a result, he really did manage to scratch something out.

  Three samurai swords were stuck in the abdomen of three white skeletons, and the three people leaned together, facing east and kneeling down. The chrysanthemum pattern on the hilt of the sword pierced Wang Yue's heart with a dull ache, needless to say, he already knew what he had encountered. In those years, his grandfather went up the mountain with four people, but only his injured grandfather escaped, and the other three never mentioned again, presumably they were in trouble. Unexpectedly, they met here today.

  Looking at the ancestors of the empire, Mutsuki Ichimoku was the first to kneel down, followed by the Tōin sisters. The three bowed their heads respectfully towards their predecessors and then chattered in Japanese, presumably to mourn. After this was done, Mutsuki called out: "Mr. Zhuo, you are responsible for burying these three imperial heroes. If there is even a slight mistake, I will take your life!"

  An old Chinese man heard that he had to bury the dead himself, and cursed in his heart: You little Japanese, running to China to make trouble, dying here is also what you deserve!

  Although he had 10,000 unwilling thoughts in his heart, facing the gleaming steel knife and Wang Yue's murderous temper that could erupt at any moment, he could only comply. Fortunately, the withered branches and leaves were very thick here, so he used his hands to dig out a large pit on the spot, carefully moved the skeleton into it, and buried it locally.

  "What about these swords?" asked Old Zhu.

  "Don't you dare touch this! This is something from the Japanese Imperial Family. You lowly Chinese pig, how can you take it? Put it back!"

  Why not take it, and yet so fierce! Old Han is what kind of evil to encounter this group of Japanese people. If I had known today, I shouldn't have brought them into the village back then. Thinking about these things, Zhuo old man looked at the exit that was more than 20 meters high from the ground. How could he get out? The stone walls around him were covered with moss, smooth and slippery. It would be harder to climb up than to ascend to heaven. Otherwise, this group of Japanese people shouldn't have died here either. Is it possible that his old bones will end up being buried with them?

  Mong Yue found some things in that bag, including an unopened can of food, a notebook, a compass, and a severely yellowed photo. There were four middle-aged men in the photo, which was taken at the foot of Mount Fuji. One of them looked somewhat similar to him, and Mong Yue recognized his grandfather at a glance.

  This group of people should be the best in their family, that's why they participated in this action together. However, it's unclear why Grandfather never mentioned his experience after returning home and only let them learn Chinese Taoism. Wishing for a good moon, Kazuki carefully put the photo into his pocket, planning to bring it back to his country to show his relatives.

  As for the three swords, Wang Yue picked them up and inserted them into the withered branches, as if setting up a tombstone. He thought that he would come back to take away his ancestors' remains when he had the chance. However, reality is always cruel, and he also noticed his current situation. He tried to climb the stone wall, only to find that there was no foothold!

  Wang Yue thought that he finally understood why there was still a can of food left unopened in the bag. It must be that these predecessors found no way out and had lost their appetite, death in despair was the only relief, they were no exception. But it's unknown whether these people also fell from above. What about his grandfather back then? How did he get out?

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