I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao looked at the silent mercenary beside him... Where did this guy come from? How did he manage to get a gas mask?

It seems that the group had indeed forgotten about this person. This conspicuous foreigner had tried his best to minimize his presence, and Ling Xiao didn't intend to expose him. Keeping him around wasn't useless.

The toxic gas here was far too strong. Wu Xie couldn't even imagine how Ling Xiao was breathing. He felt he couldn't breathe even with a gas mask on, while Ling Xiao was only wearing two or three layers of masks.

Cheng Yu shone his flashlight on the wall, where faint traces of carvings could be seen.

This mark is quite old and can only be vaguely discerned. It looks like a child's doodle, a completely different style from the murals covering the walls in front. It seems as if the artist was trying to record something; otherwise, one might really think it was some old tomb raider who drew it out of boredom.

Cheng Yu rubbed the wall with his gloves, trying to make the marks appear.

The fat man also noticed Cheng Yu's actions, which helped him a lot, and the marks he made were also discernible.

"I didn't expect Wang Zanghai to like tattoos too?" The fat man scratched his head, his words not very clear because he was wearing a gas mask.

All Wu Xie could hear was the word "tattoo." "Tattoo? What kind of tattoo?" he asked.

"Look at this simple drawing, doesn't it look like the tattoos you see in tattoo shops these days? Nine dragons pulling a coffin. But I never thought that this guy who's good at making tombs is so bad at drawing. He's drawn nine dragons pulling a coffin as nine worms pulling a coffin." The fat man complained to him.

"Is it possible that this isn't a dragon, but a centipede?" Cheng Yu asked seriously.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment. That thing really did look like a centipede... Looking at it this way, Wang Zanghai's paintings do seem quite realistic...

"What does this mean? Is there a hidden mechanism?" Shunzi didn't understand the meaning of the painting.

"We might be able to find the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds by following this path." Wu Xie seemed to have thought of something, and the fat man's denial suddenly became highly probable.

There were many dead trees lying on the ground along this road. After stumbling along the way, we soon arrived at a stone gate.

The stone gate was incredibly tall, and next to it stood a stone with the words "Heavenly Gate" carved on it. This was the first stone gate in the imperial mausoleum.

Behind this large stone gate, there are stone carvings on both sides. The young man said that this is called the Divine Path. Walking on the Divine Path and passing through the Heavenly Gate means you are connected to the divine realm.

Ling Xiao didn't believe in ghosts or gods. He felt that these were all built by people and there was nothing unusual about them. Walking over them wouldn't make him any more flesh, and he would only have to worry about whether there were any traps or mechanisms.

“I’ve seen this kind of door mentioned in my grandfather’s notes. It says that you have to walk backwards to come out, otherwise you might encounter a door for beheading. This door is used to slaughter coffin bearers and funeral processions. It’s easy to go in, but you must walk backwards to come out,” Wu Xie reminded him cautiously.

After passing through the Heavenly Gate, you can see white human and horse sculptures on both sides of the Sacred Way, almost one every five meters, neatly arranged to guard the road on both sides.

It looks no different or special. The only special thing is this damn atmosphere, as if real people are staring at you from both sides, giving you an eerie feeling of being constantly watched.

Ling Xiao took a few steps and then turned around to face a stone sculpture. After taking a few more steps, he suddenly turned back, and a figure flashed past him from behind, clearly not expecting him to turn around so suddenly.

With doubts in mind, Ling Xiao made a few more feints. Sure enough, he could tell from the corner of his eye that the stone sculpture behind him was moving. But in order not to alert them, he temporarily pretended to believe that he was just being paranoid.

Seeing him turn back every few steps, Xie Yuhua asked secretly with a subtle expression, "Why are you dancing at this hour?"