Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

The cave is rich in supplies, and the Fourth Master and his men have thought very carefully.

In addition to daily necessities such as oil, salt, sugar, grain, seeds, kerosene, medicine, clothes and quilts, they also prepared guns and ammunition for self-defense and books and picture albums to relieve boredom.

Nanchun stayed in the cave for a few days, and only came out after making sure that no one was following him and everything was safe.

He first came to Nan Chenglin's tomb to pay his respects.

He tidied up the tomb, then stood in front of it, looking at the tombstone and couldn't help crying.

Even after living his life over again, he still couldn't save his grandfather.

Although he knew that his grandfather was willing to die for the underground fairy palace, he still felt extremely sad and regretful in his heart.

He wiped his tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, your grandson is here to protect the Underground Palace with you. Your grandson knows that you want me to choose a different life, but I think this is more meaningful.

Grandpa, there's not much I can do for this land. If I can protect the treasures beneath it with my own strength, then my life will be worthwhile! The situation is dire; it's no longer safe here. So I asked Fourth Master to send Mother to Xiangcheng.

Don't worry, the Fourth Master has already arranged for someone to protect her. Lingyun and Jindou are also by her side. I... don't know if I can see her again in this life... but I believe that things will get better here one day. By then, our Nan family will have completed our mission."

After the worship, he came to the entrance of the underground fairy palace, pulled away the weeds covering the cave entrance, and deftly lowered the rope ladder.

After entering the tomb, he took out the map Li Minghe had given him and bypassed the traps one by one. He turned the dragon eye and dragon ball, opened the stone door, and walked into the tomb passage.

He has walked this road many times.

But every time I see the exquisite murals and reliefs on the rock walls, I still feel shocked.

Walking through the mundane life, we came to the palaces and pavilions, and then walked out of the prosperity and came to the beautiful rivers and mountains.

After traveling freely across the mountains and rivers, he finally sat on the top of the mountain and became an immortal, galloping on the ground or soaring in the sky with the flying dragons, fire phoenixes, and unicorns.

Nanchun looked at the lifelike mural and felt very excited.

Although he was familiar with the path in the tomb, the twists and turns still took him half a day to reach the stone cave that could only accommodate one person.

He walked through the cave with a torch and went straight to the huge rock standing in the middle.

If the fifth claw is hidden behind the four claws like on the jade pendant, then the ingenuity should be there.

Nanchun stood in front of the four claws and stretched his head to look. Sure enough, the light left a shadow on the ground, and the shadow looked like a dragon claw.

Nanchun walked around to the back and carefully observed the stone pillar, and suddenly found a groove at the bottom of the stone pillar. The shape of the groove looked very familiar.

He hurriedly took out the jade pendant from his arms and placed it in the groove. Sure enough, it fit perfectly.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound beneath his feet, the ground shook, and rubble tumbled from above. Nanchun picked up the jade pendant and hurriedly retreated, all the way to the cave entrance.

The stone slab behind the stone pillar slowly opened, and a hole appeared. The hole was pitch black and bottomless.

Nanchun waited for a while, and seeing that there was no strange movement, he held up the torch and walked over carefully to take a look.

A long stone staircase led down from the cave entrance. He didn't risk going in, but instead picked up a piece of gravel and threw it down. Then he heard the crash of gravel as it rolled down the steps. It sounded like the underground was quite empty. After a while, the gravel fell to the ground, but there was no other unusual sound.

He took a deep breath, held the torch and walked down carefully. The torch shone over, revealing exquisite murals painted on the rock walls on both sides of the stone steps.

Unlike the murals outside, the paintings here were all about a misty fairyland. As he walked and looked, he felt as if he were in the mist-shrouded Penglai fairyland, with its magnificent and ever-changing fairy mountains and pavilions, which was quite magical.

Walking down the steps, one is greeted by a long corridor paved with white marble. On both sides of the corridor stand rows of lifelike statues, some standing, some sitting, in various postures.

Some hold musical instruments, seemingly playing heavenly music. Some are graceful, as if dancing gracefully. Still others, clad in armor, appear majestic and powerful, like warriors protecting this place.

There is a bronze multi-branched lamp like a tree between each stone statue.

Nanchun leaned forward to see that there was still oil in the lamp. He lit them one by one with a torch, and the corridor gradually became brighter.

At the end of the corridor is a huge bronze gate, the door panels of which are carved with complex and somewhat strange patterns.

Nanchun walked forward and tried to push the door, but it didn't move at all.

He sat cross-legged in front of the door, feeling somewhat discouraged. He took out some dry food and ate while observing the huge monster in front of him.

The owner of this tomb was determined to become an immortal, and he generously left a path for him to descend from the sky. He would certainly not be indifferent to life and kill people to silence them.

He would also definitely spare the lives of the tomb builders.

Then this door should have been sealed from the outside after the craftsmen who built the tomb came out.

Self-flowing stone?

These three words emerged in Nanchun's mind.

His grandfather once told him that some ancient imperial tombs would use a design called self-flowing stone to seal the doors and prevent theft.

The craftsmen would dig a stone trough behind the underground palace's gate and then place a rectangular plate-shaped self-flowing stone on the trough. When the craftsmen emerged from the underground palace, they would place a special pin around the self-flowing stone and pull the pin to tip the stone over.

The stone standing in the groove will be inserted obliquely into the groove behind the gate, thus holding the gate of the underground palace firmly.

Nanchun took out his water bag and drank a sip. He stood up, holding up a torch and peering through the crack in the door. Sure enough, he saw the stone blocking the gate.

If it was a tap stone, it would be easy. Nanchun walked out and he had to go out and prepare some tools to open the door.

As night fell, Xinchuanling was shrouded in a veil-like veil. Moonlight streamed down the rolling hills like water. From afar, they resembled a sleeping dragon, guarding the land.

In the woods, the silhouettes of trees loomed in the moonlight. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and occasionally, the cries of a night bird or two pierced the night sky, their clear and melodious calls adding to the tranquility and depth.

It was late at night, and although Nanchun was walking alone in the deep mountains and forests, he did not feel scared at all.

He had an inexplicable sense of belonging here, and he knew that his grandfather's spirit in heaven would protect him.

At the foot of the mountain, a stream gurgled, its water shimmering silvery in the moonlight, like a flowing Milky Way.

Nanchun rested by the stream for a while. He looked up at the starry sky. The stars were dotted like bright gems inlaid in the black sky.

It would be nice if I could live in seclusion here with Bai Xun.

Although I'm not afraid, I feel a little lonely.

I really miss Bai Xun.

"Grandpa, you must also protect Bai Xun and let him return safely."