Volume 2: Inviting Spirits from the Snow Ridge - Haidong Imperial Mausoleum Chapter 195: The Praying Mantis Catching the Cicada

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The three of them were walking on the gravel road, and the water droplets fell crisply, hitting the cobblestone pavement and creating cool splashes!

The further they walked in, the more they felt the coldness and humidity increasing. Water droplets even accumulated on their bodies and their clothes gradually became colder.

"The rockery is not a real mountain, so why is there so much moisture!"

Song Siyuan has come so far, and her guess has come true:

"I guess the underground of this rockery should be empty. This is the connection between the large pond and the small pond. It seems that a culvert was dug to connect the two ponds. The water vapor seeped out from the ground."

After chatting for a few words, everyone gradually became quiet. When Yue Guanchao was walking, his hand accidentally touched the stone wall, and there was a sudden clang, which startled everyone.

"This sound seems to be empty!"

Yue Guanchao's eyes lit up, he took the fire stick and blew the flames, and the dim light gradually illuminated the stone wall.

The entire stone wall was covered with slippery moss, blending in with the other stone walls, but it rang like copper when snapped with the knuckles. There must be something fishy about this strange stone wall.

"Open!"

He exerted force on his hands, grabbed the stone wall and jerked it outwards. The moss tore, the stone wall opened, and a dark corridor suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Could this be his so-called secret hiding place?"

They climbed up the stairs, and at the end of the corridor, a embossed square door taller than a person stood in front of them.

Looking carefully, this door is guarded by tigers, lions and leopards from all sides, with the Dipper stars in the center. The surface is corroded, rusty, and rough with peeling paint. The double doors are fastened tightly by an ancient machine-spring round lock, which looks like a fire-lacquer seal the size of a bowl. In the middle of the door.

"Wait, this keyhole seems different."

Song Siyuan looked at the copper lock with the big mouth of the bowl. She seemed to have seen the shape of the keyhole somewhere.

She kept looking at the confused Chao Linyuan, pulled the necklace from his neck, took it to the keyhole and compared it, and found that it was a perfect fit.

"It turns out that the key in his mouth refers to the necklace!"

Lou Yunxian suddenly realized.

"Try it and see if it can be opened."

Song Siyuan took off the silver ring from the necklace. As expected, there were different concave and convex grooves inside, similar to the principle of a key.

There was a click.

The ring was inserted into the circular lock hole. When the finger moved clockwise, the copper lock clicked wildly. The square door was no longer bound by the lock, and a gap opened.

"opened!"

They worked together to push the door open, fearing that Chao Linyuan would be controlled by hallucinations and run away, they simply knocked him unconscious, and then tiptoed into the door.

The secret room is not too big, just like a kitchen, and the furnishings inside are simple and clear.

The stone walls on the front, back, and left are smooth and polished like mirrors. Hundreds of copper tablets are evenly distributed on the wall. The words on them are obscure and difficult to understand, like tadpole runes. I don’t know what they are for. I just feel gaudy and dazzling. The more I read, the more dizzy I get. .

There was a blank, nameless shrine placed on the table. The incense burner was rotting and the candles were in tears. On the left and right high-backed chairs that should have been empty, two withered bones sat.

The bones of these two dead men are both men, not too tall, wearing black jackets and tattered jackets, leaving only bones with black flesh stuck to them.

A bow and arrow were pierced into the heart, several ribs were broken, and the wounds turned black, obviously due to poisoning. Their last movement before death was to sit on a chair while covering their wounds.

"Are these two the founding ancestors of the Chao family?"

Lou Yunxian approached the skeleton out of curiosity, and Song Siyuan stood behind her to dispel this possibility:

"It was a thousand years ago when the Chao family came to Changbai Mountain. These two were obviously wearing mandarin jackets, and their death time could not have been more than sixty years."

"If not, then there is something wrong with this room. Does it really have the location of the Tomb of Emperor Sheng of Haidong?"

Lou Yunxian looked at the room, and there was nothing special except for the blank statue!

Yue Guanchao walked towards the desk, he pulled up the blank altar, and there was indeed a lacquered drawer on the back.

"I found it. What's inside is probably what we want."

After struggling for so long, he looked at the drawer with joy and opened it tremblingly.

Spider silk fell to the ground and dust flew into the air.

The moment he looked at the drawer, his eyes widened.

There were no maps, documents, or books in the drawer, only a newly made bullet that was yellow and shiny!

"What's wrong?"

Yue Guanchao's eyes trembled wildly, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. He stood up the drawer and faced the two of them.

"Let's go, we fell into a trap."

Just as they were about to run out, they heard a roaring sound, and the square door closed from the outside. When the lock plate clicked, they finally realized that someone had locked it from the outside.

Yue Guanchao slapped the square door hard, causing a rumble and vibration. However, such a heavy force could not shake it even half.

"Impossible, how could my dizziness be ineffective?"

Lou Yunxian thought about the past, but still couldn't figure out the doubtful point. Did Chao Linyuan take the antidote beforehand?

Yue Guanchao's head gradually regained its composure from the frenzy of searching for clues to the ancient tomb:

"It's too late to say anything now. We were so anxious to find the ancient tomb that we forgot about the saying that soldiers never tire of deceit. This time we fell into a ditch."