It's like a child who has been wronged finally sees a mother who can take charge of their family.
"Everyone should be more vigilant and remind each other to set up a post after a few meters."
At this moment, the spy with the best eyes was lying on the tree, pointing in one direction.
"Boss, I saw all those birds burrowing toward the hillside. If your guess is correct, the monster's lair is behind that hillside."
"I saw it, I saw it, there was a huge crack behind the hillside."
"If your guess is correct, that crack was originally a place where elixirs were produced."
"Later, after something big happened here, no one bothered to take a look at the crack anymore."
"Wait! It seems that Mr. Mai's guess is correct. The crack has actually expanded."
"It has expanded into a valley, and the narrow crack has opened to where the cemetery of Yunzhongguan is."
"It splits the purpose of Yunzhong Temple into two, and the crack actually extends deep into the mountain."
"And the crack is no longer covered in white mist. It is actually filled with a strange black gas, mixed with the former white mist. It is so gray that it is difficult to see what is going on inside."
"Those strange birds all flew into the gray mist and disappeared."
"Boss, what are we going to do next?"
Because of what the spy said, the group of people all stopped because they saw something shadowy in front of them. Everything was shrouded in this weird gray fog.
Because the spy's eyesight is better, he can see where the gray fog originates, but now half of the mountain is basically covered by this kind of gray fog, and his eyesight is not that good. It worked, but they really had to think about how to move forward.
At this time, Mai Fan took the initiative to stand up again.
"Now that we have found the place, I'm sure the other party also knows that we are here. You can see from the reaction of the paper man in my hand that he knows where we are now better than we do."
"So this matter should be resolved sooner rather than later. If you can trust me, I can show you the way."
When he said this, Mai Fan pointed at his eyes and then at himself, always holding a paper and pen in his hand.
At this time, Mai Fan actually clearly drew all the mountains and roads they walked along the way.
At the same time, a long path also stretched forward in Mai Fan's hands.
At the end of this path is the huge canyon that the spies told about. How many tombstones on both sides of the canyon are depicted on this picture.
After seeing this picture, everyone clearly understood how humble Mai Fan was when he said that he had unique experience in surveying.
This is not a unique technique, it is simply a complete depiction of the mountain top using a 3D printing method.
"If the guess is correct."
"The place that caused all these strange things should be at this node."
Whenever a circle is drawn on this map, it happens to be this crack, a point that passes through the tombstones in this cemetery.
And when that crack opened, what was completely destroyed was an ancient tomb.
This ancient tomb. It is more luxurious and larger than other tombs, and it is also the most complete one destroyed by this crack.
Only he was torn apart from beginning to end by this crack.
If there really is a coffin inside, or the ancients buried it here with great care.
Probably the one with the greatest resentment.
As long as you find the right place, you can attack him.
In total, this group of people already numbered dozens and nearly a hundred people.
Everyone looked around and cheered each other up, which lifted their spirits.
However, no one noticed that the distance between people had shortened a bit. Everyone worked hard to get together so that there would be companions within two or three meters of them within sight and walking side by side.
However, Mai Fan followed closely behind the two shop owners, guiding them in the right direction, and they acted as the vanguard. Although they were surrounded by their own guards, they definitely belonged to the team leader's row.
The group of people passed through the gray fog without any obstacles.
A few people in the front row who were in charge of the investigation started to make a rattling sound under their feet before they even took two steps.
The visibility here is not very high, so someone started asking Mai Fan behind him.
"Mr. Mai, you can light a fire here."
There was no need for Mai Fan to ask any more questions. With a thought in his mind, the diary gave a detailed answer to the surrounding fog situation.
"Don't worry, there's nothing here. You can light a fire with dangerous gas, but don't make it too bright. It won't be good if you become a target for others."
It would be much easier if I could light a torch. The two waiters in front who were responsible for finding the way lit the pine candles in their hands.
The first thing they wanted to investigate was what the creaking thing under their feet was.
With the torches dispersing the cold gray mist, the surrounding area of about two or three meters became clearly visible.
They looked down and saw that this was incredible. There were bones under their feet.
Those squeaking sounds are the sounds of bones underneath cracking and breaking due to the crushing force of the heavy weight.
Looking at these bones, they should be a mixture of humans, fairies, and spirits.
If anyone is knowledgeable and sees the gray-black dust slowly spreading under the bones, they will understand that this should be the mark of death left by a soul or a ghost.
In other words, this is a burial place for multiple species?
And to be able to die in this state, it must have been buried here for many years to create a state of bones and powder, right?
But an attentive waiter discovered that he had bones under his feet and was still wearing a few pieces of clothing.
Taking a closer look at the style of the clothes and his observant memory of welcoming people and sending them off, he could tell after only a few distinguishing steps that they seemed to be someone he had entertained before who was passing through the small town. Clothes for guests.
After the waiter discovered something strange, he immediately stopped moving forward and fed back the information to the bookstore owner.
The shop owner, who had dealt with the customer and could even be said to be the customer's supplier, followed the waiter's lead and went to inspect a certain skeleton buried in the pile of bones.
Sure enough, I passed by the store owner. After double identification with the waiter, the identity of the customer was finally confirmed.
This person is not just a nameless traveling businessman.
