"Why build a mausoleum here? Wouldn't it be better to put it on the ground?" Cheng Yu said, pursing his lips.

“How can an emperor think like an ordinary person? It might also be due to some religious belief. Look at how different their dragons look. Temples in Tibet are built in places that ordinary people can’t reach. Only by going up can one get closest to the heavens. We ordinary people can’t understand this,” Wu Xie replied.

"Back in Tibet, even an emperor couldn't get up there without a few bottles of oxygen," the fat man complained. Then he added, "The Wan Nu King built this tomb here precisely to prevent others from accessing it. I bet there are a lot of good things hidden inside. Since it's so well-hidden, let's teach that old bastard the Wan Nu King a lesson and teach him a good education. Good things should be shared!"

"So if you become emperor, your mausoleum will be built on the main road," Wu Xie laughed at him.

"Hehe, it's just that Fatty has never been an emperor before. We'll talk about it when he becomes one." Fatty scratched his head and chuckled. That's how people are; only the flesh on their own bodies truly belongs to them.

Hei Xiazi used a crowbar to forcefully wedge it against the ice door, and a series of cracking sounds spread out. Wu Xie and Pan Zi quickly grabbed chisels and went up to smash the ice blocks down.

Once the ice was broken, the door could be opened naturally. As soon as Zhuangzhuang heard that the door was to be opened, he squeezed to the front and pushed hard. The door, which could only be opened a crack in the original story, was now wide open, and a black mist surged out.

"There's poison gas!" the fat man exclaimed, quickly covering his mouth with his hand.

"It's moisture-proof paint, hahahahaha!" Black Bear couldn't help but burst into laughter as soon as he finished speaking. Everyone found a place to hide, except for Zhuangzhuang and Wuxie, who were covered in black powder and looked like two black people, one big and one small.

Jieyuhua also put her hand to her lips and smiled secretly.

Ling Xiao pursed his lips, handed a bottle of water to Wu Xie, and said, "Rinse your mouth first, clean your nasal cavity as much as possible, and then wash your face." Then he took out a wet wipe and wiped Zhuang Zhuang's little face.

Zhuangzhuang was startled when his face was covered in something black. Still just a child, he hugged Lingxiao and sobbed softly.

As for why they dared not cry loudly, Fatty said that if they cried loudly here, the snow would fall and bury them all, and then no one would be able to find Zhuangzhuang.

Zhuangzhuang didn't want to be lost or separated from his older brothers, so he didn't say much along the way.

Ling Xiao's clothes were stained black in an instant. He was gently held and coaxed until he fell asleep. When the fat man took him, Zhuang Zhuang was still holding onto Ling Xiao's clothes tightly.

After changing the little one's clothes while he was sleeping, Ling Xiao cleaned himself up before peering into the doorway.

Even after the door was opened, it remained pitch black. The light from a flashlight shone through but couldn't penetrate it at all. The central area seemed to swallow up all the light, as if the light disappeared from the middle. No one knew what was inside; it was just darkness.

The fat man swallowed hard and said, "Brother, why don't you go take a look?" Then he shook his head and said, "No, let that blind man go. No matter what's inside, he'll be driven crazy."

"Hey! How dare you talk like that?" Black Bear scolded him.

The young man raised his hand, slowed his steps, and gently reached out. The group immediately held their breath and lined up behind him.

It was so dark here that even with a flashlight, we could only see about two meters ahead. After walking for a long time, all we could see were a bunch of pillars. Wu Xie even bumped his head without realizing it.

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