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"Snake-shaped pattern." Usman inspected the corpse and said, "It is indeed the mark of the bandits in Gefeng, but the mark is too obvious. On the contrary, there is no silver 300 taels here."

"You really caused a bunch of troublesome guys." Yan concluded.No matter how hard it was to get Wu Sang to attack, or these dead men who committed suicide by swallowing medicine, it could be seen that the other party really wanted to kill Usman.

The most valuable thing about Usman is his throne, so Yan was the first to doubt Usman's brothers and sisters.

"Yanyan, what are you thinking?"

"The enemy is too obvious, but I can't tell which one it is." Yan looked at the corpse and said.

"Yanyan, why are you always so smart." Usman squinted and smiled, obviously he also doubted his compatriots.

"Usman, you are still in the mood to tease me, don't you worry about getting up one day and losing your head?"

"With you here, what am I afraid of." Usman smiled even more.

"Who will sleep with you..." Before Yan finished speaking, there was another burst of "giggle" laughter from the high ceiling.

"What?!" Yan always thought it was the assassin playing tricks, but now that the assassin is dead, what exactly is laughing?

Yan instantly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end like an electric shock, and his teeth wanted to fight.

Usman looked up at the ceiling, which was so dark that it looked like blobs of ink sprayed on it, and even he couldn't see what was laughing.

"Giggle, giggle." The laughter was magnified by the empty ceiling, lingering in the ears as if there was nothing, like a lot of little ghosts running around the top of the head, setting off gusts of evil wind.

Yan took a breath, stretched out his hand to grab Usman beside him, and pulled his sleeves into a ball.

"Yanyan..." Usman came back to his senses as soon as he opened his mouth, and immediately let go, but Usman grabbed Yan's retreating wrist as quickly as lightning, and said tightly, "I don't know if there are any assassins, you hold the hand first." me."

Yan pursed his lips, pulled his wrist out of Usman's hand in a heartbeat, then picked up the broken Ye Mingzhu at his feet, put it in his palm and squeezed it hard, with a "crunch", the Ye Ming Pearl was crushed into fine pieces.

Yan suddenly exerted force and threw them upwards, scattering them towards the ceiling.

The night pearl fragments were like scattered stars in the sky, flickering and extinguishing, illuminating the dark canopy.

Usman and Yan stared at the high ceiling at the same time, and the first thing they saw was a series of murals that were still in color, with red or green patterns showing through the gaps between the criss-crossing vines.

There are plump women in veils, strong men in armor, and many crow spirit warlocks in black warlock robes.

The statues of sharp-billed crows with rubies embedded in their eyes were placed in one alcove after another, probably this is related to the tomb, Yan thought: Usman once said that crows hold the dead...

Yan was not surprised by these things, until the shimmering night pearl saw the clumps and clusters of things squeezing each other.

"Snakes!?" Yan is not afraid of snakes, but at this moment there are so many snakes that his scalp is numb!

The high and wide ceiling is supported by many criss-crossing beams, which provide an excellent habitat for snakes. They probably climbed up along the vines, wrapped around beams of different thicknesses, and piled up in the corners. full.

There are also many snakes hanging upside down on the beams like reins, swinging around, looking like they might fall off at any moment.

"Giggle, giggle!" As a big snake was winding around the scaffolding, there was a shabby "laughter" from above. Usman looked intently, and the side beam was very old and could not bear so much The coiled snake has long been split like a tree branch, and when the snake moves a lot, it will make a cracking sound.

"Yan!" Usman said, quickly hugging Yan and protecting him under his body. At this time, the right end of the side beam collapsed instantly, and it slid down like a swing. Hundreds of black snakes and flower snakes smashed down like hail.

When the snake slammed, the dangling wooden beam was like a bell hammer, beating a thick stone pillar, bang!Bang!Bang!After three consecutive violent impacts, the wooden beam broke completely and fell to the ground, setting off a cloud of old dust.And the stone pillar trembled and swayed for a couple of times, then fell straight to the side as if fainted, causing the stone wall to collapse, and the rock and mud poured down, flooding a corner of the tomb with a bang.

Yan's ears were full of buzzing, and the ground under his feet was trembling, but Usman's hug was firm enough to dispel Yan's fear.

After the snake rain passed, Usman let go of his arms and asked with concern: "Yanyan, are you alright?"

Yan is fine, but looking at Usman's face, blood is streaming down his fair forehead...

"Was it bitten by a snake? Or was it smashed by a crushed stone?" Yan stretched out his hand to check Usman's wound. There was a small opening on the hairline, and blood beads were constantly oozing out.

"It seems to be hit by a small stone." Usman smiled, "Because snakes don't bite me."

"What?" Yan asked in surprise, "You can't even control snakes, can you?"

"It's not to manipulate them, but they won't attack me." Usman said, "I don't know the details, anyway, it's been like this since I was a child."

"I know you are naturally close to animals, but I never thought you could be close to cold-blooded snakes..."

"So, I'm still very good." Usman smiled.

"Bow your head, I'll help you stop the bleeding." Yan directly tore off one of Usman's sleeves, folded it, and pressed it on his wound.

"pain……"

Yan said: "Then press it yourself."

"I don't feel any pain anymore." Usman said hastily.

"Your forehead is hurt, but your hands are fine." Yan suddenly said, "Are these snakes climbing up?"

After some confusion, many snakes crawled towards the vines on the ceiling on the right. At first glance, it looked like a black river was rushing there.

"Yes." Usman said.

"Let me go and have a look, maybe it's the exit." Ke Yan took a step, when a huge black snake "Hiss!" opened its mouth wide and yelled at him angrily, even the surrounding snakes put on a pose to bite. his look.

Obviously, Yan Tuoduo was an intruder to the snake, looking at the sharp fangs and vicious snake eyes, Yan couldn't move an inch for a while.

"Follow me." Usman suddenly came to Yan's side, and held his hand openly, clasping fingers.

"Come on less." Yan wanted to shake off again, but Usman shook his hand firmly, "Let's go."

Usman stepped forward resolutely, not caring whether he would step on those snakes, and those snakes crawled away like gods of plague.

This scene was even more mysterious than what was written in the ghost book, Yan looked down at the big snakes and small snakes dodging hastily, as if afraid that they would be trampled to the ground if it was too late.

"Could it be that Usman is carrying some kind of snake repellent? It's like humpback grass." Yan thought about it, and when they walked directly under the ceiling, many snakes were gone.

"I'll go up and have a look." Looking here, I can't see any tricks at all.

"Okay, be careful." Usman let go of his hand reluctantly.

Yan's body was as light as a swallow, and he flew up, stepping on the crooked stone pillar.As soon as he went up, the stone pillar made a low sound, and the stones fell with a splash. It was obvious that the place was not secure.

"Yan! Remember to be careful." Usman shouted from below, very worried.

"I know!" Yan Pa pulled away some vines and weeds, and several extremely thin rays of light like spinning threads were thrown in dappledly, which was the afterglow of the setting sun.

Yan froze for a moment, and pulled the vines hard as if he couldn't believe it, and pulled out all the luxuriant leaves that were covered in layers, and a not-so-wide dirt path that slanted upwards appeared in front of him.

The snakes came in and out along this path.

"There is a way!" Yan got up excitedly and said, "Usman, we have a way out!"

"Great." Usman also smiled happily below.

Yan still wanted to say something, this beam of light hit the sarcophagus impartially, the black ink jade was shining brightly, as if it was inlaid with countless broken diamonds.

What surprised Yan was not that the sarcophagus was still so beautiful after all these years, but that half of the stone carvings painted with lacquer were exposed at the side of the sarcophagus that was tightly bound by vines.

That is……? !

"What's the matter?" Usman saw that Yan was staring at the sarcophagus in astonishment, and then turned his head to look there.

From the rectangular base to the coffin lid, more than half of the sarcophagus was swallowed up by vines winding left and right. I don't know if the vines absorbed the nutrients of the buried corpses, and they grew very thick, like a giant winding several meters. python.

Yan rushed to the side of the sarcophagus like a flying shuttle, and looked at the vine leaves from a close distance, which were as big as cattail fans.

Those vines wove a net hand in hand, covering the complicated carvings of the sarcophagus half like holding a lute.

"Yanyan." Usman followed closely and asked curiously, "What did you find?"

"Why do I feel that this carving looks familiar?" Yan said as he stretched out his hand to push aside the vine leaves, the carving was covered with cinnabar paint, but it has peeled off a lot, turning half red and half black.This coffin is made of black jade, and black jade is not jade, but a kind of Xiliang crystal.

Those who can afford this coffin are either rich or expensive, Yan has always thought that it is either the Linze King or the Linze General.

But why is there such a... on his coffin decoration? !

When Yan removed the unsightly vines one by one, and the half-red "flower" completely revealed its true face, Usman stared, his expression changed from doubt to surprise.

"This..." Usman pointed at it and said, "Isn't this the sparrow pattern?"

This is the unique mark of the Wuque clan. The vermilion petals that bloom in a silky curl are as gorgeous as peaches and plums. At first glance, they look like a blooming Manjusawa flower, but they are only similar in shape, not exactly the same, because from certain angles, they are also beautiful. Like phoenix feathers stretched out one by one, revealing a gorgeous color.

"It's indeed the Wuque pattern." Yan's eyes never left it, he stretched out his hand to touch the stone carving, half surprised and half doubtful, "Could it be that the person buried in this tomb is a Wuque person?"

"The Wuque Clan?" Usman looked at Yan, "But I've never heard of the Wuque Clan in Xiliang."

"I've never heard of it either. In the early years, in order to identify Daddy as a fairy rather than a monster, Father sent tens of thousands of iron eagle swordsmen around to search for related

The origin of the Wuque clan. "Talking about this past, Yan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, just because his father Ke Weiqing gave birth to him and the emperor's brother in the body of a man, he was condemned by the world and regarded as a monster.

Dad left the palace for several years in order not to implicate them.At that time, he was still young, and forced by current events, he couldn't feel the love of his parents, but luckily he was accompanied by his elder brother, which just added a brilliant rainbow to those dark years.

Thinking of Brother Huang, Yan's tense face eased a bit, and he said, "Father found many ancient books recording the Wuque clan, which clearly mentioned that Wuque is a descendant of the phoenix bird, and is an immortal family. The officials and the common people said that Wu Que belongs to the auspicious family and should not be harmed, which justified my father's identity and respected him as Queen Dayan."

"It seems that the Wuque Clan's turnaround in Dayan Kingdom was very difficult." Usman looked at Yan with distress, "You are the same."

"Actually, I'm fine, because I have Brother Huang to take care of me." Yan said, "I don't care about who the Wuque clan is. In fact, the father is the same. If it wasn't for giving Dad an identity, he wouldn't Get to the bottom of the Wuque tribe and trace its origin."

"Then do you think the ancient western regions have a relationship with the Wuque clan?" Usman asked, "This is an ancient tomb from thousands of years ago."

"Whether there is a source or not, you will know if you open it and have a look. There are always some proofs." Yan is already gearing up.

"Are you not afraid of desecrating the tomb owner now?" Usman smiled.

"I'm afraid, but you don't want to know whether he is a Wuqueren? And his relationship with Xiliang?"

"I really want to." Usman was actually very curious. A tomb with the Wuque pattern suddenly appeared in Xiliang, and the person who discovered it happened to be a Wuque person. Is this really just a coincidence?

Or some kind of mystery in the dark.

"Then the only option is to open the coffin." Yan said firmly.