Zhao Zhu subconsciously bent down, a little afraid of being discovered by the people below, but immediately relaxed again. The position he was standing in now was roughly equivalent to the second-floor balcony here, and he also had some inexplicable thoughts about how he got here. After all, it was his own behavior after being hypnotized by himself, and Zhao Zhu didn't know what happened during that period of time.

  However, Zhao Zhu was very clear about one thing, that is, if he stood here, although the height was not very high, the people below would definitely not be able to see him, nor would they notice him. Because when he was below before, no matter how hard he tried, the spotlight couldn't shine on him. It seemed as if there was a layer of darkness with vitality that swallowed all light, and this swallowing was one-sided. At least now, Zhao Zhu could see the figures of Yan Xing and others below becoming clearer and clearer.

  At this time, Yan Xing had long lost the immortal air and bones he had as a Taoist. His face was wrapped in bandages, looking very haggard, and with his originally thin figure and yellow Taoist robe, he looked like a standing yellow weasel. The injuries on his face were mostly inflicted by Zhao Zhu when he discovered that Yan Xing and the others were using him as cannon fodder. In a fit of rage, Zhao Zhu punched and kicked them, while Yan Xing and the others were suppressed by the Eight Banners' illusion, unable to react, and were beaten like sandbags by Zhao Zhu.

  Xiao Ge and Shi Chong were no longer as calm and confident as they were at the beginning, their faces were also bruised and swollen, Xiao Ge walked with a limp, Shi Chong supported him on one side, the two handsome guys now looked like beggars on the street.

  As for Li Liangjian, he can't be found at all, it's unclear whether he got lost or died on the road before, the latter possibility is more likely.

  Yan Xing and others first surrounded the large eunuch sculpture to take a look, it was clear that none of them could read Manchu script, they quickly shifted their attention away from there, and soon discovered the female corpses hanging one by one.

  At this moment, Zhao Zhu saw a girl in white clothes and bare feet, about 16 or 17 years old, walking lightly to Yan Xing. She stretched out her hand as if she was going to pat Yan Xing's shoulder, but suddenly a purple light burst out from Yan Xing's body. The girl immediately retreated several steps, then chose Shi Chong beside her, stretched out her hand and patted Shi Chong's shoulder. Shi Chong turned his head, knelt down on the ground, opened his mouth and bit his own palm, biting off one of his fingers. He started to chew vigorously on his finger as if he was savoring a delicious taste.

  Shi Chong's action shocked Yan Xing and Xiao Ge on the side.

  Yan Xing hastily pulled out a talisman and stuck it directly on Shi Chong's forehead, but the talisman paper bounced back. Shi Chong suddenly became like a ferocious beast, pouncing on Yan Xing. Although Yan Xing was very powerful, his abilities were mainly for dealing with ghosts and monsters. However, Shi Chong had the strongest close combat ability among everyone. For a moment, Yan Xing was knocked to the ground by Shi Chong and took several punches to the body.

  On the side, Xiao Ge's fingers moved swiftly, and more than a dozen silk threads shot out, binding Shi Chong and tearing him away from Yan Xing. The three of them were in an unprecedented state of panic, and the scene was chaotic beyond recognition.

  Zhao Zhu didn't plan to continue watching anymore. Since they had already thoroughly torn their faces apart, the main task could only rely on himself. As long as both sides didn't meet face-to-face, whether they were dead or alive had nothing much to do with Zhao Zhu, so he turned around and walked back in the direction he came from, heading towards another direction of the passageway.

  The path winds and turns, but in the end, there is no road ahead, only a stone wall.

  Zhao Zhu stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, he absolutely did not believe that he would walk into a dead end, because the person who designed the ancient tomb would not be bored to the point of intentionally setting up an obstacle here, either use the mechanism in the ancient tomb to kill you or let you pass through to another place, is it just to make you tired and consume some of your physical strength?

  Is it possible?

  Zhao Zhu began to feel around the stone wall, believing that there should be another cave here. Indeed, Zhao Zhu discovered a recess and pushed it with his hand, causing the recess to sink deeper, revealing a metal ring buckle. With one hand grasping the ring buckle, he pulled hard, pulling up the buckle, and the stone wall in front of him slowly moved away, revealing a stone ladder leading upwards.

  There was no other choice for Zhao Zhu, who directly walked up the stone stairs. The stone stairs were not high, and after walking twenty or thirty steps, Zhao Zhu entered a new tomb chamber.

  Just then, in Zhao Zhu's mind, the group owner's prompt tone sounded:

  "Branch mission - Entered ancient tomb completed, obtained 500 points voucher."

  Just as Zhao Zhu was still reading the message he had just received in his mind, a strong gust of wind came from behind him. Almost instinctively, Zhao Zhu rolled forward, but still felt a sharp pain on his back, and his skin was torn open, with blood gushing out!

  After rolling on the ground and getting up again, he saw that there was a huge axe standing in the place where Zhao Zhu had originally stood. It should be a mechanism, which is the first mechanism for intruders entering the tomb, and it's also a kind of warning. In Zhao Zhu's opinion, it should be four hundred years that made some problems and changes with the accuracy and sensitivity of the mechanism, otherwise he would not have been able to dodge it earlier.

  "Ah...!"

  The wound on his back was harder to deal with, and Zhao Zhu didn't have time to take care of it now. He directly took out the hemostatic spray and endured the pain as he sprayed it onto his own back. This stuff could only stop bleeding and was harmful to the body, but if he could survive to complete the mission, all these injuries would recover instantly. Whether some medicine had side effects or not wasn't a big deal either - if he couldn't complete the mission, he definitely wouldn't live long enough to experience the side effects anyway.

  In the tomb where Zhao Zhuang is now, there are no coffins, but some pottery jars and armor, ancient people designed their own tombs according to the concept of life, so it's normal to design a warehouse in the tomb chamber to store some things that the owner liked when he was alive.

  The tomb is roughly a hundred square meters in size, and the things are piled up neatly, but it's clear that Zhao Zhuo's dragon pulse is not here. Zhao Zhuo glanced around briefly and walked towards the passage in front of him, which should lead to another tomb.

  As expected, the next chamber was filled with paintings and calligraphy, each piece mounted on the walls of the chamber. However, due to the passage of time, many of the scrolls had rotted and fallen off. Zhao Zhu wasn't an art enthusiast, nor did he have the noble sentiment of "handing them over to the state". He was completely indifferent to the loss of these precious paintings, but instead sensed a message from them:

  Previously, at the entrance of that large gate, which was also the altar, there should have been a special power that isolated it from the outside. However, the real tomb area did not have this power; otherwise, the giant axe used as a hidden weapon would not have allowed Zhao Zhu to escape from it.

  Just as Zhao Zhu was about to leave this tomb and enter the next one, he was attracted by a pair of characters under his feet:

  According to Fu Gao Tai's "Fu Qiu Jian", what is the origin of the name "Lecturing on Classics"?

  Wei Mo is already a rotten thing, and Emperor Wu of Liang has become a leftover spit.

  Zhao Zhu touched his chin, he had seen this poem before in a tea house and was deeply impressed by its author.

  "This is the Rain Flower Terrace of Emperor Qianlong, it seems that not only Nurhaci's generation but also the later Manchu emperors must have renovated or rearranged this ancient tomb, otherwise Qianlong's poem would not be here."