I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

For a moment, Xu An and Yang Wei both felt that this scene seemed familiar.

They all thought of it in an instant. The huge crack in the sky in the Yellow Springs space was just as terrifying as what was depicted in the picture.

Then contact them with the little information they know.

A bold speculation emerged in my mind.

This mural depicts the three realms of that time.

The one that tore through the void and brought boundless destruction to the entire world was the Dark Daozhou.

What about after that?

They hurried on to see the third mural.

In this, there was obviously a big battle between the two sides.

The existence that tore through the void and broke into this world was depicted as hideous and distorted, its shape like large ink spots, layered and glued together.

As for those fighting against him, more than a dozen figures are depicted in detail, including men and women, old and young.

Among them, there is a figure rushing to the front and depicted most prominently. Even through the mural alone, one can feel his heroic appearance in those days.

"Is this the tomb owner?"

Yang Wei turned his head and looked at Xu An and the fat man.

He instinctively felt that things might not be that simple.

Xu An was standing next to him, also frowning slightly.

"of course?"

The fat Taoist priest slapped his thigh and said:

"Tomb murals are usually used to record the life of the tomb owner or important events that happened there."

"Imagine that after you die, you're going to be placed in a super luxurious tomb, and the person in charge of building it asks, 'Sir, what would you like to have painted on it?'"

"Why don't you draw some of your favorite beauties, cherished friends and family, and pets?"

"Even if you think these are meaningless, you should at least draw some of the most productive moments in your life, right?"

"When I was digging the imperial tomb, I saw the murals. They were all about coronation ceremonies, sacrifices to heaven, or who was in charge and commanding the country. I'm used to it now."

After these words were spoken, Xu An and Yang Wei looked at each other in surprise.

This fat guy is really not simple. He is so bold that he even dares to dig the imperial tomb?

If this were discovered, the gods in charge there would grind him to dust.

However, judging by the way he ran to the underworld, he must have offended too many people in the world of the living and could no longer stay there.

Thinking of this, Xu An couldn't help but point to the lower right corner, where a figure was also depicted with exquisite and lifelike details.

"Look, Taoist, who is this person?"

The fat Taoist priest didn't even think about it and answered directly:

"Of course, he must be someone who also performed outstandingly in this battle."

Xu An nodded, and then continued:

"Then according to your speculation, the person in front of them is the tomb owner. His strength must be extremely strong and he can fight against powerful enemies from outside the domain, right?"

"Yeah... Is there something wrong?"

The fat Taoist priest responded at first, but as soon as he said that, he sensed something was wrong, and he began to feel guilty about the subsequent questions.

"If this leader is really him, then his mausoleum wouldn't be able to accommodate this size. Do you really think a tomb like Qiuyun Mountain and an underground palace like this could accommodate him?"

Xu An had a guess when he discovered that the bronze palace was covered with numerous cracks before he even entered.

The owner of this tomb must have been very powerful when he was alive.

But no matter how you look at it, its strength is not as strong as depicted in the mural, where it leads countless powerful men to fight against the invading enemies.

Instead, it was the figure depicted in this inconspicuous corner that caught Xu An's attention.

So, he made a bold guess.

The tomb owner did participate in the great battle that year, but although he was strong, he was far from being able to compete with the strongest among them.

For example, the figures charging forward and depicting the most brilliant scenes were the strongest group of people in the world at that time.

Their great achievements cannot be ignored, so they have to be described.

But this is not their tomb after all. What's the point of only depicting their deeds?

Therefore, we can only highlight the elegance of the tomb owner and the dullness of others in this corner.

Obviously, this is a compromise solution.

After listening to Xu An's story, the fat Taoist stared at him carefully for a moment. Seeing that he felt uneasy, Xu An couldn't help asking:

"Master Dao, do you have any objection to my speculation?"

"No."

The fat Taoist shook his head and said:

"I've noticed that you're quite thoughtful and talented, kid. How about learning grave digging from me?"

"..."

Xu An's face was filled with black lines. Looking at the fat Taoist priest's serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, he couldn't help but say:

"Master Dao, don't forget why we are here!"

"Tsk, I gave you a chance and you didn't cherish it, then you can only blame me for not being destined to be with you. It's a pity that you will never have the chance to appreciate my abilities again."

Muttering to themselves, they continued to look at the fourth picture.

The moment the picture came into view, all three of them fell silent.

The mural clearly depicts the tomb owner being surrounded by many figures and buried in a coffin.

And on the broken land, the countless corpses that died in battle and had no one to collect them were being placed into the huge pit bit by bit.

There are three pits in total.

One buried the broken bodies, one buried the broken weapons and magic treasures, and one buried the precious bones in the bodies of the wild beasts living in this land.

and so.

The three huge pits in front of Qiuyun Mountain are not burial pits or sacrificial pits.

But it is the burial place where the souls of the heroes who died in the battle that year were finally gathered after being buried and unable to recognize each other!

For a moment, the passage fell into a brief silence.

But soon, the fat Taoist priest broke the silence heartlessly.

These things happened in a previous life, too long ago. Even if they touched his heart, it was only for a moment.

He walked in, muttering:

"Where are the treasures? Were they all broken in that battle?"

Xu An and Yang Wei looked at his greedy look and hurried to catch up.

Soon, three atriums appeared on each side of the passage, arranged in the shape of a Chinese character "丰".

Each apse has a hinged bronze door, tightly sealed.

On it, some special power was used to depict the patterns of the formation.

In the middle, there is a groove, which obviously needs to be embedded with a key to open it.

His thoughts were slightly depressed. Xu An only needed to sense it slightly before he realized the strength of this formation. To him, it was like Mount Buzhou.

He is not Gonggong and does not have the ability to break down the door.

Beside him, Yang Wei's robe moved slightly, revealing the tip of his magic spear.

He narrowed his eyes and said:

"The strength of the carvings on this formation is at least the work of an immortal. Opening this door is impossible without a key. Now we can only hope that the erosion of time over thousands of years will consume most of its strength. Let's work together and see if we can force the door open!"

Xu An was completely stunned.

What kind of brain circuit?

Yang Xu, you are so brave.

Aren’t you afraid of causing a chain reaction?

What talents and means did you display when you governed the underworld?

How come when I get to the grave, I forget everything and all I can think about is taking action?

Unable to count on Yang Wei, Xu An turned his head to look at the fat Taoist priest and asked in a slightly lingering tone:

"Master Dao, do you have any way to open this door?"