Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

"But Master, no, Taoist priest, how do we get to the second floor?" the musician asked in confusion.

At that time, the Faceless Reporter gathered them here to tell them that there was a way to reach the second floor, but now that everything is over, they still don't know it.

Qin Yangming's eyes moved to the high platform, which was the highest place on this floor and where the faceless reporter had been standing. Anyone standing on it only needed to stretch out their hands to touch the roof of this floor.

At that time, the faceless reporter wanted to escape, and the spider silk he sprayed was also shot here.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Yangming climbed the stairs and stood on the platform.

He was so close to the roof that he could reach out and touch it.

Qin Yangming knocked gently with the gesture of knocking on the door, and the crisp sound of "dong dong dong" reached everyone's ears.

There's a vacuum up there. Could it be that the faceless reporter sneaked down from here?

What on earth is on it?

Qin Yangming looked at the people below and saw that everyone was looking at him expectantly.

He no longer hesitated and pushed upwards with force, and a hole was actually made in the roof above his head by his palm.

Dust mixed with small stones fell like threads and sprinkled on Qin Yangming's shoulders.

It looks like this thin roof was put up not long ago.

After the dust above had almost settled, Qin Yangming raised his head and looked as far inside the cave as he could. He saw that it was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He said in his heart:

"Borrow the sword and the fire for use."

As he spoke, an iron sword with a cold glow appeared out of thin air in his hand. Qin Yangming raised the sword, and a ball of flame suddenly ignited on the tip of the sword.

For this brief loan, Ming Guang Kai did not absorb his blood and energy, and it could be considered as a friendly donation.

Qin Yangming carefully inserted the tip of the sword into the cave. The flame was so bright that it made the cave as bright as day.

He stuck his head in for a closer look and found something unusual.

There was a coffin lying in the cave.

It is called a coffin, but it is nothing more than an extremely simple box. It is made of several pieces of wood made of different materials.

It can also be seen that the excess parts of each wooden board were broken off by someone, and the thorny wood stumps formed after breaking were not polished at all. The six wooden boards were simply nailed together.

The reason why it was called a coffin was because Qin Yangming saw a pair of human feet inside through a hole on top.

"Master! What's the situation?!"

Mo Ying's voice came from below, Qin Yangming pulled out the iron sword, shook his hand, and the iron sword disappeared out of thin air.

He walked down and told everyone what he had just seen.

"coffin?"

Everyone was shocked. How could there be a coffin in here?

Qin Yangming had a serious expression on his face at this moment, and he said to everyone:

"I want to go into that cave. There may be a passage to the second floor there."

Since he entered the first floor, he has already searched everywhere here, but he has not found any place to go to the second floor.

There was only that hole.

Some people backed out, only to see the musician's voice was extremely hoarse, like a broken blower:

"Master... my voice is ruined now, and I am no different from an ordinary person. I am afraid..."

He was afraid that he would die quickly if he went to the second floor.

Not only him, Xu Xiaobao, the judge, the shadow puppet master and others also shook their heads. These people either temporarily lost their combat ability or had not yet been promoted, and they were unsure in their hearts.

Mo Ying said loudly: "Master, I will go with you!"

His eyes were still red, and he said in a deep voice: "I want to see what kind of hell this place is!"

He was the one who killed Nan Guan with his own hands, and no one could understand the pain in his heart at this moment.

But now the best carrier of his hatred - the Faceless Reporter - has been reduced to ashes. He can only blame Nan Guan's death on the environment, so that he has an object for revenge.

He had to figure out what was going on in this place, why they were here, and why all this was happening.

However, Xu Xiaobao pulled the corner of Mo Ying's clothes. Mo Ying turned around and saw Xu Xiaobao's tearful eyes. His heart was instantly shaken.

Yes, Xu Xiaobao has not been promoted yet. Not only him, but also Su Mengyuan. If he leaves, who will take care of them?

If it was Southern Crown, what would he do?

Mo Ying's heart seemed to be pulled, and a look of struggle appeared on his face.

Qin Yangming smiled, reached out and patted Mo Ying's shoulder, without saying anything.

Mo Ying lowered his head, looking a little guilty.

Qin Yangming looked at Bai Lu, the Sequencer who had been promoted to [Grafter].

Bai Lu didn't look directly into Qin Yangming's bright eyes, and whispered, "I want to wait a little longer, too."

Qin Yangming nodded but said nothing.

The current situation is certainly difficult, but the unknown is even more terrifying.

Qin Yangming said calmly: "Then I will go and explore the way for you first!"

He formed a Yin-Yang seal with his hands and bowed to everyone.

"I will take my leave of you all now!"

"Grandmaster……"

"Taoist Priest..."

"Yangming..."

Some people were reluctant to leave and wanted to say something else.

Qin Yangming just smiled, turned around casually, waved to everyone with his back to them, and walked up the stairs leading to the platform alone again.

His figure was tall and straight, he took one step at a time, and although his clothes were ragged, it still couldn't conceal his extraordinary temperament.

After a while, he stood there again.

Standing on the high platform, he bent his legs slightly, jumped up with force, and his shoulders sank into the hole.

He held the entrance of the cave with his arms, pushed himself upwards with his hands, and his light body slipped into the cave.

The people below watched Qin Yangming disappear and felt very nervous, fearing that there would be some sudden danger.

Only after Qin Yangming jumped in did he realize how crowded this place was. He was half-squatting in this narrow and dark space, unable to even stretch his arms.

It seems that this place was originally a tomb, but some space was dug out by someone.

He reached out and touched the top of his head, and even felt that if he pushed a little harder, his hand would be able to break out of the ground.

"Master! Are you okay?"

Mo Ying's voice came from the hole under his feet. Qin Yangming was about to say something when he suddenly heard some movement above his head.

It seemed as if a noisy crowd was stepping on Qin Yangming's head.

He vaguely heard a slightly panicked voice:

"Master, I heard some noises here a few days ago. It scared me to death!"

The noisy crowd gradually stopped. Although he couldn't see them, Qin Yangming felt nervous as if they were staring at him.

"And Master! Just now! I heard some noise coming from inside again!"

It was the same panicked voice from before, speaking tremblingly.

"Yeah, I also saw white light coming out from underground!"

"Wulian Tianzun! Could it be that my junior brother has come back to life?"

"It is also possible that a magic weapon has been born! This is the opportunity I have been waiting for!"

A flattering voice sounded: "This is all because Master preaches well every day, and it has moved the heavens..."

Then, accompanied by a burst of flattering voices, Qin Yangming suddenly heard the sound of a shovel digging the soil.

"Try harder!"

"The magic weapon is right below!"

The soil above his head began to loosen, and lumps of soil, stones and dust fell on Qin Yangming's head like rain.

The soil layer above his head was indeed very thin, and the noisy sounds outside were getting closer and closer to Qin Yangming, as if the shovel would hit Qin Yangming's head in the next second.

From the cave entrance under Qin Yangming's feet, Mo Ying's voice came again.

"Master, are you okay?"

Puff! The tip of the shovel covered with mud suddenly penetrated the soil and appeared in front of Qin Yangming, and the breeze blew a few strands of hair on his forehead.

Hu continued to dig around with the shovel, making the already tattered coffin even more broken. The coffin lid was pierced and the corpse was exposed outside.

Qin Yangming hurriedly shouted towards the cave entrance:

"Don't come up!"

After Qin Yangming finished speaking, he quickly lifted the simple coffin and covered the hole under his feet.

On the first floor, Mo Ying and the others only heard Qin Yangming's words "don't come up" and then there was no more movement. Everyone began to feel uneasy.

I hope the Taoist priest won’t encounter any danger?

In the narrow space, Qin Yangming had just covered the hole when the soil above his head collapsed, and the soil fell on Qin Yangming like a flood.

Qin Yangming spat several times before spitting out the dirt in his mouth. When he looked up, he found a group of people looking at him in surprise...

Qin Yangming also looked in surprise at the people in dark blue Taoist robes above his head. They all opened their eyes wide and no one spoke for a moment, and the scene fell into silence.

"Oh my god! Junior brother is dead!"

Suddenly someone shouted.