Chapter 16 Storm Resurreation

Old Mountain's face turned black and purple, which was extremely tremish, and his eyes were cold and dull.

We were all stunned and didn't dare to move for a moment.

Mr. Shan slowly turned his head and walked into the ebony coffin.

The black glasses were stunned for a second, and soon grabbed Mr. Shan and said, "You can't go in."

Mr. Shan ignored it and continued to walk into the coffin.

Xiaonan called Master Laoshan in a trembling voice.

But Mr. Laoshan seems to have lost his mind, indifferent and completely emotionless.

The black glasses turned up and said, "You can't go in." He said to pull Mr. Laoshan out hard.

Mr. Shan grabbed the clothes with black glasses, actually lifted the black glasses, pushed back, and the black glasses fell under the stone platform and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fat Ma couldn't help sighing, "It turns out that Mr. Shan is so strong!"

The three of us are still in place and don't move. Xiaonan's voice calling the master was already crying.

Old Mountain did not further attack the black glasses, but continued to walk into the ebony coffin.

Black glasses got up from the ground and continued to walk towards the stone platform. Soon the black glasses were pushed again.

One foot of Mr. Mountain has stepped in.

I looked at the black glasses, his face was pale, and he got up again.

I sighed and came forward to hold Mr. Lao Shan and shouted, "Mr. Lao Shan."

Mr. Shan looked back at me, and I couldn't help loosening his hand. But it's tight again.

At this time, the black glasses walked up to the stone platform again and grabbed Mr. Lao Shan with me.

But the next moment, I felt the power of Mr. Shan, and I was also pushed to the ground.

Mr. Shan was stunned and wanted to go to the ebony coffin without hesitation.

Fat Ma saw that I was thrown to the ground and immediately shouted, "Mr. Shan, I respect you as a senior, but whoever wants to hurt my buddy, you have to ask Fat Master me."

Speaking carelessly, he pulled Mr. Lao Shan back.

Fat Ma hasn't understood the situation yet. I hurriedly shouted, "Fat, be careful." But before the words fell, Fatty Ma also fell down. Fatty Ma complained, "Why is this old man so strong!"

Xiaonan also wanted to go forward, but was stopped by the clay figurine.

The black glasses pounded the ground hard and got up again. I said, "I can't stop it."

"You don't have to worry about it," the black glasses replied to me.

With that, he quickly stepped onto the stone platform. At this time, Mr. Shan had already stepped in with his feet. This time, he hugged Mr. Shan with his black glasses in his hands.

Mr. Shan shook it hard, and his black glasses were thrown up.

The situation is not good. If you are dropped, you can't move if you don't die.

I struggled and greeted the fat man. The two quickly stepped on the stone platform and grabbed the feet of the black glasses. Fatty Ma and I turned around with a hard time, and then we fell off the stone platform. Fatty Ma and I screamed at the same time, and we became meat mats.

The clay figurine started and cut the back of Laoshan's neck with his hand as a knife, but it didn't work at all.

The clay figurine quickly retreated and still wanted to move. I stopped him and said, "It's useless."

The black glasses still had to come forward, but they were pulled by me and Fatty Ma. Fatty Ma said, "You still want us to be a meat mat for you. Don't think about it!"

Mr. Shan lay in the coffin. The coffin actually pushed and pulled it by himself, and then slowly sank to the ground where the wild cat was located.

Black glasses escaped from our hands. But it's too late.

Soon the opening on the stone platform was covered by a secret door.

The black glasses stood on the stone platform and did not move. At this time, Xiaonan also broke away from the clay figurine. He fell on the stone platform and shouted sadly, "Master...Master."

But there is no response below.

After a while, the black glasses pulled Xiaonan up and retreated from the stone platform.

The three of us didn't speak, and things happened so suddenly. People have misfortunes and blessings, and the weather is unpredictable. Sometimes life is like this. A living person suddenly says that it's gone and it's gone.

I smoked a cigarette from the clay figurine and handed it to the black glasses, but the black glasses refused.

Fat Ma smiled and said to me, "Sun, give it to me, I want it."

I threw it to Fatty Ma. After Fatty Ma fell to the ground, he spit out a deep mouthful of smoke. The smoke began to thicken, and then slowly dispersed.

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

The black glasses shook his head. Xiaonan said stubbornly, "I must save the master."

My throat suddenly became hot. I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hand and coughed a few times. I knew it must have vomited blood again.

The clay figurine helped me get along.

I put down my fist, grabbed my clothes, twisted them, and wiped the blood stains.

Fat Ma said, "Sun, what should we do next?"

I thought about it for a while and looked at the tomb again. The foul smell still did not dissipate, and there was a strong smell of blood.

I have no idea. At this moment, I shook my head to keep myself awake.

The person to be saved has not been rescued yet.

"Let's go!" I whispered.

Continue to the depths of the mausoleum.

Xiaonan chased him and pleaded, "Brother Sun, you must help me save the master."

I took a deep look at Xiaonan and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Xiaonan's expression was a little surprised, but he still returned and said, "16."

I continued to ask, "How long have you been in this industry?"

"I have learned from the master since I was a child, but this is the first time I went to the ground," Xiaonan replied.

I sighed leisurely. The clay figurine interrupted, "After going out this time, don't do this."

Xiao Nan did not respond. I didn't answer either. They all became silent.

Fat Ma said heartlessly, "What can I do if I don't do this?"

The clay figurine was a little annoyed: "It's better to do any job than to do this."

Fat Ma still wanted to speak, but I stopped him. That's all for the argument.

The tomb path is very long, and the material of the piled tomb path has changed. It is a large piece of rock, but it is polished smoothly and bright, and murals and words appear one after another.

Traditional Chinese characters have been used for 5,000 years.

There are few words, mainly murals, and after the passage of years of history, the fonts are somewhat unclear, but murals can still be identified.

These murals and words are usually used to record and praise the great achievements of the life of the owner of the mausoleum.

I carefully identified that these murals are very strange. It seems that they are not recording a person's life, but scattered freehand works, which seem to be completely unlinked.

There is a picture like this. In a large room, there is an empty sitting man with a sword carved with complicated patterns in his hand.

And the second picture is actually another person planting rice seedlings in the field.

Then the third picture was a man fishing by the river, but when I saw the fish in the bucket, I was shocked.

Although it only outlined the fish head, it only outlined the fish head, which shocked me.

is a bronze fish head, I affirmed in my heart. Because after Fatty Ma gave it to me in the northwest, I kept it by my side and used it as a pendant.

Is there any connection between these?

I closed my heart and looked down. The fourth picture is forest, endless and realistic. There is no one in the fourth picture.

When I looked at the fifth painting, I was a little vague and couldn't see clearly, and the latter was the same, until the seventh painting was a vast expanse of yellow sand. In the thousands of miles of yellow sand, there was a person standing alone, but like the first one, I couldn't see clearly.

I'm thinking about looking back, but it's gone.

At this time, I looked back at the text above.

two words; alternating back and forth, life and death... the last word is death. I don't feel cold when I see it.

I seriously compare with the painting.

The first picture represents life, the second picture represents death, and the third picture represents death... Until the seventh picture is also death.

I don't understand what it means.

I asked them, "Do you understand?"

They all shook their heads and Xiaonan asked, "Brother Sun, do you understand?"

I also shook my head.