Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

Hei Xia Zi frowned. Did she already know the final result?

Following Yuyan's gaze, I found that there seemed to be a small insect on Chenpi's clothes, but the surroundings were too dark and the insect was also pitch black, so I couldn't see clearly what it was.

Yuyan, who had actually secretly thrown Zhu Jiuyin onto Chenpi, turned around and said to the rest of the people with a cold face, "Let's go."

She only knew the "trapped" and "death" that she had divined in the snow in the cemetery that day, and she had no idea when all this would happen.

Since my brother has his own things to do, as his sister, I should support him obediently, right?

I just saved an eye to protect my brother. I think he can understand, right?

Hei Xia Zi looked at Yu Yan with a hint of paranoia in her eyes, and did not say anything. Instead, he followed Yu Yan obediently and continued to run towards the end of the sacred road.

There are six gates in Shinto, symbolizing the six realms of reincarnation in Chinese Buddhism.

The Jurchens believed in shamanism, and the traces of Han people here are too obvious.

I don’t know how long I ran, but I had already reached the altar at the end of the sacred road. Behind the altar, on sixty dilapidated stone steps was the imperial tomb.

The architectural style of the entire imperial mausoleum is magnificent and noble.

However, the interior of the mausoleum was desolate and dilapidated. Yuyan was a little puzzled. There was no air circulation and no weather influence. How could it be so dilapidated?

Yuyan was taking pictures with her camera as she walked, and she happened to take a picture of the fat man slipping and falling on his butt.

Hei Xiazi, who was standing nearby, looked at the photo on the camera in Yuyan's hand and said with a smile, "This photo is beautiful. Send me a copy too."

Wu Xie stepped forward and helped Fatty up. As soon as his feet touched the floor, Fatty felt something and waved to the others.

Then he dug out a warm bullet casing from the spikes of his hiking boots.

"ignition."

Yuyan put away the camera and drew the dagger from her waist with a serious expression.

Soon, a large number of bullet holes from continuous shooting were found on a pillar.

Hei Xiazi walked forward and touched it, then retreated back to Yuyan. "The muzzle of the gun was swung up along the pillar."

The fat man shone the flashlight upwards along the bullet hole, and finally saw a hanging black shadow on a high beam.

Then he found six or seven similar reflections hanging on the beam, each of which was carrying a gun. It was obvious that they were people from Aning's team.

Yuyan couldn't see clearly, so she was about to climb up with a flashlight, but was pulled back by Hei Xiazi.

"What's so good about a dead person? What if he turns into a corpse?"

Yuyan was a little speechless. She spread her hands and looked at Hei Xiazi, protesting, "Please, I'm not a delicate princess. I have plenty of strength and means. It's okay."

Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows and looked at Yuyan's red and swollen hands, then shifted his gaze back to Yuyan's face.

"Even with rheumatism, you're still not honest. What else can you do with your hands? I really want to find a wheelchair to push you around. You're really wild."

Yuyan retorted: "So what? Life is a wilderness!"

The fat man, who had touched the beam at some point, shouted to the people below, "Don't be idle, take the gun!"

This gun is a high-end product. Fatty had taken a fancy to it when he met Aning and the others on the snowy mountain. Judging from his current attitude, he probably doesn't want to keep even one.

Just as the fat man was picking up the bullet bag from the corpse, the corpse's hand suddenly moved.

Wu Xie quickly shouted, "Wait! This one seems to be alive!"

The fat man felt the pulse and his face changed. He quickly took out a lighter and burned off the "hair" that was hanging the corpse.

After the corpse fell, it was caught by Wu Xie and Monk Hua. When they turned it over, they saw that the "hair" that was hanging the corpse seemed to have really grown from the man's back.

Although he is not dead, he is not far from death.

When Monk Hua was about to send this man on his final journey, the man suddenly convulsed, rolled around on the ground, screamed, and vomited a pool of fishy-smelling liquid.

Pan Zi couldn't bear to watch it anymore and shot him in the heart.

In an instant, there was blood everywhere.

Yuyan didn't understand what the man was saying before he died. She turned around and urged Wu Xie, who was a little dizzy from the blood, to get up the fat man who was still squatting on the top.

When the flashlight was turned over, a white face with wide eyes was lying on the fat man's back, but the fat man didn't notice at all and still had a lit cigarette in his hand.

Looking at Yuyan's serious expression and Wu Xie who was already shouting, Fatty also realized something.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder and immediately met that face.

The fat man's face was pale and he didn't dare to move. The two of them just looked at each other lovingly.

"Click——"

Yuyan quickly took a photo, then put away the camera and pretended nothing had happened.

Several flashlights shone on the fat man's shoulders, and the man turned his head suddenly and stared at them.

What kind of face was that? The whole face was sunken, there was a big hole at the nose, and the eye sockets were terribly deep.

Its two eyes reflected the flashlight, making it look like an owl.

Yuyan couldn't help it, so she took out her camera and took a picture of this strange-looking thing.

Looking down at the things in the photo, Yuyan frowned.

Hey! This little thing looks strangely familiar!

The man was attracted by the "click" sound of the camera in Yuyan's hand. Seeing a good opportunity, the fat man was ready to draw his knife and help himself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fat man's hand touched the knife, the man opened his mouth and prepared to bite the fat man as if he was stimulated.

At the critical moment, just when Pan Zi was about to shoot at the thing, several iron bullets were thrown in from outside.

It's tangerine peel.

He raised his hand and continued to throw out the iron bullet. This time it hit the fat man's foot and knocked him down directly.

But the thing didn't come down with him, it was still above his head.

Only then did Yuyan react. How could this not look familiar?

A bird with a human face!

This is a local specialty!

This was not the route I took when I was led by the Black and White Impermanence before, so I didn't react immediately.

Now that she saw the face lying on Pan Zi's back up close, Yuyan finally understood what was happening.

Yuyan has killed many of these things, so she has some experience.

Just as Yuyan was about to throw out the dagger, the fat man next to her had already opened fire.

The green liquid exploded, and Yuyan pulled Hei Xiazi back, leaving the liquid splashing range.

Just when the fat man thought he had it figured out, Yuyan threw out the dagger.

With one knife, he stabbed the monkey in the mouth of the human-faced bird.

"boom."

The body of the human-faced bird fell, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Yuyan walked over and pulled the dagger from the human-faced bird's body. As she stood up, she heard Shunzi loudly ask, "Who fired the gun just now?"

Fatty immediately raised his hand, Pan Zi also raised his hand, and while he was hesitant, Wu Xie also raised his hand.

There was a rustling sound of tiles breaking on the roof, as if many things were crawling up there.

Shunzi heard it and immediately shouted: "Those who fired the gun, stay. Everyone else, run, run straight ahead!"

With the voice above his head acting as a death warrant, Chenpi glanced at Yuyan, waved his hand and left with Monk Hua.

He doesn't need to worry about Erya. The black bear is still alive and won't let Erya get hurt so easily.

He had something else he wanted to see, so he had to leave first.

Yuyan looked at Hei Xia Zi with a questioning look in her eyes.

Should we run away or not?