The blood formation continued to condense and take shape under the little savage's fingertips, and the formation was consistent with the mark.
After a while, I held a stick of incense.
The little savage's face was a little pale, and he had obviously lost too much blood, because what is needed to build the blood array is blood essence, not the ordinary blood that can be seen everywhere in the body.
His figure swayed.
He smiled and said: "The blood formation is formed."
The nervous clan leaders relaxed and couldn't help but smile at each other, it was a success!
Lord Shen Nong immediately stepped forward, poured out a drop of crystal clear liquid from the treasure gourd, and said: "Although this treasure gourd is a fierce weapon, the elixir it produces is mild. Please use it."
The little savage took the drop of elixir and threw it into his mouth. He recovered in a moment and returned to his peak state.
"Fortunately, the blood array is not big, otherwise I wouldn't be able to build it even if I bleed to death." The little savage couldn't laugh or cry.
The Lord of Jiuli said expectantly: "Please activate the blood array and open the second door."
With a thought from the little savage, the blood array turned into nothingness and merged into the wall at the end.
Then a door manifested and opened!
No one grabbed it, and took the initiative to let the little savage walk in front. They followed closely and went down to the second underground floor.
There were no fancy burial objects, just some ancient bottles and jars, and a sarcophagus.
Those items can no longer be described with a sense of time. Zhao Fan and the others feel as if they have traveled back to the primitive era of the ancestors, and are incompatible with their cognition.
"Welcome to the leader of the human race!"
The Lord of Jiuli stood in front of the sarcophagus with a pious expression, and he and the other clan leaders knelt down in front of them.
The same is true for Zhao Fan.
But after the little savage knelt down and worshiped, he stood up and went straight to the sarcophagus. He said, "Can I see the remains of that being?"
The heads of the clans did not stop and nodded in unison. They thought they were not qualified, but the former was very likely to have the blood of the ancestral leader, so of course he was qualified.
Zhao Fan forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, stood up politely, and did not move. He wanted to take a look, but he still controlled it.
The next second.
The little savage opened the coffin lid.
Zhao Fan and the clan leaders saw the little savage's pupils shrink and he stood beside the coffin blankly.
"Brother Tu Ye, what's wrong?" Zhao Fan asked doubtfully.
"empty."
The words of the little savage made everyone stand up and move to the coffin. When they looked inside, they found it was empty. Even if the bones were weathered, they would at least leave traces.
"this……"
Zhao Fan was dumbfounded and said: "The original king's coffin is empty. Has it been stolen? Or is the real resting place somewhere else, and this is just a cover?"
"Impossible. If it was a pretense, how could the Ten Evil Soldiers be on the first floor?" The Lord of Sui Ren shook his head.
Lord Taihao said worriedly: "The coffin on the second floor is empty, and the souls of the Ten Soldiers on the third floor may not be there either..."
Just at this time.
The little savage suddenly looked at the corner of the second floor. He raised his feet and walked over.
Everyone looked at the direction where each other was going. There was a wooden bed with curved sides, like a shaker, but it was only half a meter in size.
The little savage came to the small crib and touched it. For some reason, tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
Zhao Fan and the clan leaders looked at each other.
"What have you thought of?" Zhao Fan asked the little savage with concern.
