By decree and pro

Usman nodded in agreement.Carefully walk from the head of the coffin to the end of the coffin, making a complete circle.

He noticed that apart from the sparrow pattern, there were many ancient runes and patterns engraved on it, including symbols symbolizing the sun, moon, and starry sky, as well as a raven warlock holding a strange magic weapon, as well as the continuous desert and the bones everywhere.

In particular, the bones are carved into three points, as if they died under Usman's eyes, and their flesh was peeled off by the wind and frost, leaving only the dense

The bones were howling.

These patterns seem to indicate a different kind of death.

However, this is an ancient coffin, so it is not surprising that it symbolizes death.

"Open it and have a look." Usman lightly touched the rock-thick and ice-cold coffin lid, "But I'm afraid it will take some effort."

"You carry the back, I'll carry the front." Yan stood at the head of the coffin, "Let's work together to open the coffin."

"Okay." Usman and Yan stood in their respective positions, with their eyes facing each other, holding the outer eaves of the coffin lid with both hands, and began to exert strength.

"Okay, so heavy!" Yan's arm was about to break, and his face was flushed, but the coffin lid didn't move at all, so he stared at Usman on the opposite side and asked, "Did you use all your strength?"

"Yes...it's really heavy." Usman's arms were also bruised.

"Listen to my password, one, two, three—up!" Yan exploded with strength, the sarcophagus lid cracked and cracked, and finally lifted up a little bit, moving inch by inch to his right side.

"Boom!"

When the sarcophagus cover slanted and fell to the ground, the half-person-high stone base was shaken to create a hole.

Whether Yan or Usman was bending over and panting like a cow, for a while, Yan's eyes were full of gold stars, and both hands were trembling.

"Yanyan." Usman slowed down first, came to Yan's side, took his arm and said, "Look inside."

"Huh?" Yan looked inside, and sure enough there was a corpse that had weathered long ago, leaving only bones.

The white bones lay flat in the coffin, with their hands folded in front of their chests, and a flat black cloth was covered from the waist down to the ankles.Yan could tell from his slender height and the size of his head that he was the skeleton of an adult male.

In addition, there were no funerary objects in the coffin, and there was no decoration related to the Wuque clan to prove the identity of the bones, Yan was extremely disappointed.

"Has it been stolen?" Yan asked Usman.

"Impossible. The coffin lid is so heavy, if it was stolen, there is no reason to put it back." Usman said, "It's too troublesome."

"Do you have a way to prove who this corpse is?" Yan continued to ask.

Usman looked at the bones, slowly shook his head and said: "His body is only covered with a piece of black cloth, and it is a black cloth that can be seen everywhere. I can only infer that he is not an important person in Linze. But if he does not Important, how could it be buried in such a luxurious tomb on purpose, and there are still people buried in front of the coffin."

Usman stretched out his hand and pulled the black cloth away. Not surprisingly, there was nothing under the black cloth except for the bones.

"Only the people who are looking for the Priest Tower have a look."

Although he didn't want to mention the name of the Priest Tower at this moment, Usman still said, "They know the corpse better than Wu Zuo. However, Yan, don't get your hopes up too much. In my opinion, this is just an ancient bone. It's hard to find anything useful anymore."

"Really..." Yan's disappointment is obvious, he thought he could find some clues about the origin of the Wuque tribe, if he told the emperor brother, how surprised the emperor brother would be if he found the ancient tomb of the Wuque tribe in Xiliang .

Not only the imperial brother, but also the imperial father will be very concerned. After all, there are so many ancient books that have never mentioned that there are Wuque people in Xiliang. It is undoubtedly a great discovery for the past history of the Wuque clan.

But there was nothing in the coffin except a white bone, so how to check his identity.

"But... there is no reason." Usman still stared at the sarcophagus in puzzlement and said, "Even the coffin is so luxurious, how could there be no sacrificial objects?"

It should be said that not only was there no sacrificial object, but the owner of the tomb did not even have gorgeous silk clothes, and was only covered with a piece of cloth that was neither too long nor too short.It's so unusual.

Is his status in Linze high above or as low as dust?

Or some serious crime?So much so that he didn't even have decent clothes when he was buried.

"Will there be a hidden compartment?" Yan touched the black jade sarcophagus, it was bitingly cold, smooth as water, and there was no hidden compartment.

"It's really weird." Yan complained secretly.

Usman turned to study the crooked coffin lid, and suddenly said pleasantly: "Yan, look there!"

Yan looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a rectangular black jade box fell out from the hidden compartment of the coffin lid, and it lay horizontally on the ground!

"How could it be in the coffin lid?!" Yan was extremely surprised, and hurriedly picked it up, it was really a treasure box.

"The sacrificial object will not be placed in the coffin lid. Is it some kind of blindfold, this box is really going to be buried?" Usman had a whim.

"To bury or hide?" Yan answered, looking carefully at the treasure box, it was black all over, about three feet long, like a long box for antique calligraphy and painting, with an exquisite golden back-shaped lock.

It looked easy to open, but Yan didn't do it rashly.

"Yanyan, have you noticed?" Usman roughly measured the position of the hidden compartment, and said, "If I guessed correctly, when the coffin lid is closed, the position of the hidden compartment is just in line with the eyes of the corpse."

"You mean, even if this person turns into a bone, he still has to keep a close eye on this treasure box?"

"almost."

"Could it be that the owner of the tomb was buried as a martyr, but the box was actually buried?" Yan further confirmed, because it was too unimaginable, no, it was creepy.

"It can only be said that it is possible."

"So, what exactly is this..." Yan murmured, staring at the treasure box in his hand.

"Yanyan, this golden lock looks simple at first glance, but it's just a Chinese character hooked in the latch," Usman said, "but it's a trap."

"trap?"

"Yes." Usman looked at the golden lock and said, "There is an 'iron tongue' under the lock, and a golden ink cartridge is pressed on the base of the tongue. The ink is naturally overturned in the box, and no matter what is in the box, it will be stained beyond recognition."

"Is there a scroll in there?" Yan reacted quickly, "Only when the scroll is stained with ink will it be difficult to see clearly."

"Well, it probably records something." Usman nodded, "This lock requires a special olecranon needle to open, and maybe you have to wait until you return to the palace."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go up now." Yan grabbed Usman's hand.

"Okay." Usman smiled slightly, "I really want to go out, but the exit is right in front of me, and this king is still a bit reluctant, after all..."

Usman was about to say something tender and sweet. After all, they had never explored together before, let alone the dangers along the way, but Yan immediately let go and said: "You want to stay here to cherish life, I don't want to Stop it, I have to go out and call someone to save others."

"Don't." Usman quickly grabbed Yan's wrist, "Yanyan, don't leave me."

"I would like to." Yan whispered, but Usman had to open the treasure box.

"What did you say?"

"Let go first." Yan said.

Usman let go, and Yan walked to a porch pillar, pulled out a particularly thick vine, pulled it over, tied it around Usman's waist, and then Yan pulled the vine to take the lead in the air, and saw him pulling the vine , dragged Usman, and flew towards the exit above the ceiling.

"Stand firm." Yan asked Usman to land on top of the stone pillar, right in front of the dirt corridor.

"Why don't you just hug me up?" Usman said as he untied the vines on his body.

"I don't have a spare hand." Because Yan wanted to grab the treasure box.Who knows if it will be broken.

"..."

"I just saw that this tunnel is narrow but unimpeded, you can climb out slowly." Yan Fei said quickly, "I am the queen."

Seeing how Yan took care of him all the way, until he had to wait until he went out, Usman was moved by this careful care, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Seeing this gentle smile made Yan's heart shudder.

If Brother Huang's smile is like a spring breeze, making people's hearts sweet, then Usman's smile is like a ball of blazing fire, making people's hearts restless.

Usman bent down and got into the darker corridor. It should be because it was dark outside, and the wind was blowing in, which was cold and clear.

There was a lot of damp and musty smell in the bottom, and the cold wind instantly made Usman's lungs and head cool, and he became more energetic.

As Usman approached the ground gradually, he could hear the barking of dogs, human voices overlapping from near and far, and the sound of digging and digging.

The flames created by countless torches even made the sky red. Usman got out of the hole and saw a vast land in front of him.

Behind him, at a distance of seventy or eighty feet, Jinayali's army was busy, and Dayan's elite soldiers were digging the soil shirtless.

And the soil dug out was tired into rolling hills one after another.

"Yanyan, meet carefully." Usman bent down and pulled Yan behind him out.

"...Hoo!" Yan took a deep breath, as if the boulder pressing on his chest was finally removed, and he was able to breathe freely.

The sky above Yan's head was full of bright stars, and the ground was solid under his feet. He suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

Behind the ear was the voice of a soldier, and I vaguely heard someone shouting: "It should be in this direction, 'Ku Yun' is digging here."

The voice sounded strangely familiar.Yan Hui turned around to look, and suddenly found that the Colosseum had collapsed most of the walls, as if it had been stepped on by a giant beast, and the ground was in a mess.

Yan gasped and sighed, "I didn't expect the explosion to be so powerful."

After the inflammation, I realized that it was not easy to save my life.

"Yeah, and I didn't expect that we were not far from the Colosseum. I thought we would have left the city long ago after wandering around underground for so long." Usman also sighed.

"—Your Majesty!" In the end, it was Jinayali who was holding the 'Yunyun' with sharp eyes. From a distance, he saw Usman and Chunyuyan who were covered in dust and looked like clay figurines.

"It's Your Majesty!"

"It's His Royal Highness! They're there!" Everyone was boiling, and before they had time to wipe the sweat off their faces, they threw down the shovel in their hands, and rushed towards them "over the mountains and over hills and mountains".

Yan smiled because he saw Shen Fangyu.He walked with strides and windy feet, but he walked as if walking on flat ground, steady as usual.

The level of this skill can be seen in the steps, and Yan admires it very much.

Usman noticed that Yan was smiling, and that smile was aimed at Shen Fangyu alone.

"Your Majesty!"

Jinayali, who was one step ahead of Shen Fangyu, knelt down in front of Usman, choked up and said, "It's the guilty minister who escorted you badly, which put you in danger and suffered all kinds of hardships. .”

Yan had never seen such an excited Jinayali, her face was flushed, and her ears were also red. Even if she was asked to commit suicide and apologize, she would not hesitate at all.

Yan couldn't help thinking: "Jinayali is loyal to Usman."

"Your Highness!" Shen Fangyu's voice was low and hoarse, and I don't know if he was worried too much, or if he was too excited to get carried away, he didn't

He knelt down to plead guilty like Jinayali, but walked in front of Yan and put his arms around Yan's shoulders.

Driven by Shen Fangyu's arm strength, Yan swayed forward slightly, leaning into Shen Fangyu's broad and thick chest.

"Huh?" Yan couldn't help being stunned, feeling Shen Fangyu's arms hugging his back more and more tightly, as if he was hugging something like his wealth and life, both forcefully and carefully.

Yan's chin was forced to rest on Shen Fangyu's shoulder. Seeing behind him, whether they were kneeling or the soldiers of the two countries who hadn't had time to kneel down, all the soldiers from the two countries were stunned and stared straight at them.

Yan believed that he also had a "stunned" expression on his face. Isn't Shen Fangyu too enthusiastic?

Although he has always had a good relationship with his subordinates, no one has ever hugged him so cheek-to-cheek and waist-to-waist.

One is not in etiquette, and the other is that everyone is a big man, don't you feel disgusted by hugging so tightly?

"Your Highness, I will never let you go out alone to take risks," Shen Fangyu's anxious voice rang in Yan's ear, "I will never leave you alone..."

These words are very concerned, so concerned that it means "the subordinate commits the crime above". After all, Shen Fangyu is just a subordinate, and he has no right to interfere with what Yan wants to do.

"This..." Yan was confused by Shen Fangyu, what happened to him?She was even more excited than Jinayali. When she saw him walking just now, she was quite calm.

By the way, Yan suddenly thought that he was a prince anyway, if he died in the ancient city, Shen Fangyu's whole family would be buried with him, no wonder he was so excited.

"Shen, Shen Fangyu, I'm fine," Yan raised his hand to pat him on the back, and comforted him, "Also, don't worry, the current emperor is Mingjun, and he won't punish you with death just because I ran around and lost my life , not to implicate the innocent.”

"Your Highness, I am not afraid of death." Shen Fangyu finally let go of Yan's waist, but still held Yan's arms and said, "I am afraid that I cannot die for you."

"I don't need you to die for me." Yan's expression dimmed, and he gently pushed Shen Fangyu's arm away and said, "Can't you live well?"

Yan never wanted anyone to die because of him, even if it was verbal, it felt uncomfortable to hear it.

"Yanyan, why bother about this matter." Usman suddenly took a step forward.He called Yan's name affectionately, but his eyes were on Shen Fangyu, "If he is going to die, you can fulfill him, after all, he is the one who failed to protect you."