The space behind the door is not big and the humidity is very heavy. Standing at the door, the rotten smell hits your face. This space looks like a stone chamber. Seeing the sarcophagus placed in the center of the ground, it should be a tomb chamber.
The big snake outside was guarding the tomb. I walked into the tomb and looked around but didn't find any epitaphs or tombstones.
The sarcophagus is plain and unpretentious, and the carving technique is not professional. It can be regarded as shoddy.
But with a strange beast guarding the tomb, this person is definitely not an ordinary person.
I came here to fight monsters, not to rob tombs. After looking around in the tomb chamber, I exited and followed the vines back to the cliff.
Azhao has recovered and is sitting cross-legged. The wounds on his body are no longer bleeding.
"Settlement." I stretched out my hand and asked him for money: "Give me money."
"Hero, you are too straightforward, okay, okay." Azhao said, taking out the banknotes from his arms and giving me another fifty thousand taels.
The world of rich people is beyond my imagination, and the money they spend seems to be counterfeit money.
"Here's the money for you. Hero, please go down there again. I'm inconvenient now, but that ancient beast must be guarding some treasure. Could you help me, hero, to find it? I'll see what treasure it's guarding. If it's easy to carry, I'll bring it up."
"It is guarding a stone coffin. I don't know whose tomb it is. There are no words in the tomb."
"The treasure must be in the sarcophagus. I am willing to pay you again. Please help the hero go down again."
"Aren't you in a hurry to find your lady, are you looking for treasure again?" I raised my eyebrows slightly and looked at him suspiciously.
"There is no blood on this cliff, and there is no ice coffin from the Golden Gu Society below. My lady and the hero probably fell into the river and were washed away by the water. With the hero's martial arts, both self-rescue and saving others were possible. It’s not difficult, you can find it just by looking along the river.”
"Okay." I turned around and slid down the cliff, returned to the cave, and entered the tomb to open the coffin and look for treasure.
Whether I am a secret guard or a powerful boss in the wasteland era, the last thing I am afraid of is dead people.
I didn't feel any psychological pressure about opening the coffin. After pushing open the lid of the coffin, I took two steps back, intending to release the stench from the coffin first.
It's just that the gas sprayed out from the coffin is not only the filthy smell of rotting corpses, but also deadly poisonous gas.
I had already retreated early, but I still couldn't help being attacked and inhaled a little poisonous gas.
There should be a mechanism inside the coffin. The poisonous gas spurts out in an instant, not drifts out. It is impossible to prevent it without wearing a gas mask. For the ancients who did not have modern protective gear to defend themselves, it can be said to be a sure-fire mechanism.
Moreover, this poison is extremely overbearing, and ordinary detoxification drugs are useless against it, and the time to take effect is very short.
I immediately retreated to the cave outside and sat on the ground to purify the toxins. Without my powers, I would be a corpse now.
However, if I didn’t have the ability to back it up, I wouldn’t dare take the risk.
Although the poisonous gas in the coffin is overbearing, it will change in normal air. After ten minutes, the poisonous gas will lose its power.
Fortunately, I only inhaled a little, so it purified relatively quickly.
After removing the toxins from my body, I returned to the tomb and walked to the sarcophagus. There was a dead skeleton lying inside. There was indeed a mechanism on the inner wall of the coffin.
There is a stone box among the bones. Judging from its position, this thing was originally held in the arms of the tomb owner.
I put on my gloves and took out the stone box. The box had no lock, and when I opened the lid, there was an oilcloth bag inside.
The oilcloth was wrapped tightly, and the layers were opened, and the innermost part was wrapped in a leather booklet.
The original person had the ability of photographic memory, and I passed through it and directly inherited this ability from her.
I opened the booklet, flipped through it from beginning to end, and found that it was a martial arts secret book.
There are words and pictures on it, and the explanation is very detailed, but there are no words on the cover of the booklet, and the name of this martial art is not mentioned in it.
I thought the oilcloth was troublesome, so I took the book directly back to the cliff and handed it to Azhao.
Azhao opened the leather booklet, and the words on it gradually disappeared before his eyes, like faded ancient paintings, or like morning mist after seeing the sun.
"Huh?" Ah Zhao quickly went to read the content at the back, "I haven't seen it clearly yet!"
When he turned to the last page, the entire text on the booklet disappeared.
He flipped through it several times, and the well-preserved leather book turned into decaying rags before his eyes.
I had forgotten that antiquities preserved in a closed environment generally cannot see light and wind, and changes in the environment will destroy its stability.
However, I didn't expect how old this book was, and I couldn't tell its age from the sarcophagus and simple tomb.
Azhao threw the rag off the cliff in disappointment. I thought he felt sorry for the wasted fifty thousand taels.
But he sighed and said: "We were almost able to prove the authenticity of a legend. Alas... it's a pity."
"What do you know?" I thought to myself, no wonder he didn't even rush to look for Bai Mudan anymore. He spent all his energy and time on the big snake. He couldn't beat it himself, so he hired me to beat it. It turned out to be what he said!
"I know nothing and can't confirm it. I have to go find my lady. If something happens to her, my life will be in danger." Azhao picked up a slightly thicker branch from the side, broke off the fork, and used it as a crutch to lean down. Wander.
After walking for thirty miles, the water gradually calmed down. I called Yunzhou to my side. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to follow Ah Zhao.
For no other reason than to know if Lu Youkang and Bai Mudan were dead.
After walking for more than a hundred miles, he came across a village. Azhao went into the village with a stick to inquire, but was kicked out as a beggar.
His current appearance was indeed not very good, so I went to the village to inquire on his behalf and learned that Lu Youkang and Bai Mudan were indeed in the village.
They rented at the village chief's house. Bai Mudan was in frail health. Lu Youkang hired a doctor for her and her condition has stabilized.
I asked about the location of the village chief's house and took Ah Zhao there. I learned that Lu Youkang and Bai Mudan were still alive. I didn't enter the hospital with Ah Zhao. I sent him to the door of the village chief's house and left.
When I went out, I led Yunzhou along the "waterway", swimming and floating along the water for nearly a hundred miles, and landed in an unknown small village.
I bought two sets of clothes in the village and rented a farmer's house to freshen up and change my clothes. After I left, I didn't go back to the inn where I stayed. Instead, I took a roundabout way north through the mountain road.
The luggage in the inn was worthless, and I had the huge commission from Azhao on me, so I could just buy whatever I needed.
To be honest, I'm not afraid of people from the Golden Gu Society, but I don't want to be entangled by them either.
Their Gu insect tracking is very powerful, but it doesn't work well when exposed to water.
If the tracking target disappears into the water, the Gu insect will lose its direction.
My former boss was the best at gathering intelligence. The information she collected from all parties was complete and complex. An Qi was a subordinate she relied on, and she knew more internal intelligence than anyone else.
Moreover, his original photographic memory was fully exploited by his former boss.
The original body has a lot of martial arts secrets, medical classics and secret recipes/alchemy techniques collected by her boss from everywhere in her mind.
The original person memorized these contents, and her boss destroyed the original copies.
The original person was willing to be the boss's USB flash drive and never used the information in her mind to gain any benefit for herself.
Although she has the teaching content of various martial arts in her mind, she will never practice secretly as long as her boss doesn't let her practice.
