Chapter 60 The Chess of Creation

The pale moonlight fell like running water. On the desolate cemetery, the soil in front of the mysterious tombstone suddenly cracked a huge crack, and the stone steps exposed to the surface were shrouded in the moonlight, filled with traces of ancient vicissitudes of life. Although these stone levels visible to the naked eye have gradually accumulated thick dust, in some places, the distribution of dust is extremely unbalanced, as if it has been squeezed out.

Take a closer look, the unbalanced place, the dust is extremely thin, and after observing along this strange circle, it is actually...

Shoe print!

Shoe prints that are clearly visible to the naked eye!!

Although the patterns emerging on these dust are extremely messy, as if they have been trampled on by many people, it is certain that these patterns are definitely shoe prints! These shoe prints are very clear. Mo Yan can be sure at a glance that someone sneaked into it not long ago. According to the guy's description and the current situation, I'm afraid that the secret room treasure is stored in this dark passage.

"Let's go." Mo Yan took a deep breath, tried to suppress the exploration impulse and ** in his heart, and said slowly.

After saying that, Mo Yan bit his lip fiercely, carefully raised his foot, and stepped into the stone level suspected to lead to the secret room.

Step, step, step, step...

In the secluded stairs, there were soft footsteps. At this moment, Mo Yan and his party had just entered along the passage opened by the tombstone. The originally split soil seemed to feel that it was empty in front of the tombstone and automatically closed the mechanism slowly.

Rumble, Rumble. After only a few breaths, the entrance of the passageway has been gradually blocked. Originally, it was barely able to follow the moonlight to cove the environment in the passage, but now it is dark in an instant, and it is dark!

Such a dark passage, not to mention looking for a secret room, even if a pile of thick treasures is placed in front of you, you will never see it. In such a dark environment, even if Mo Yan opens the purple pupil, the environment within half a meter looks very difficult. The slightly farther scenery is like a black running water, hazy and dim, like a sleeping beast. If you watch it for a little longer, you will feel tremble.

As if full of endless fear of death, human beings are naturally full of fear and panic about the silence and darkness of absolute death. Now the shocking opening of the tombstone passage is not only dark, but also quiet. Even the sound of people's breathing and swallowing saliva can be clearly heard.

Darkness and silence, this is the most realistic portrayal of this channel.

Mo Yan tightened his eyebrows and gradually gave rise to a sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if he could not disperse the seed of terror quietly sprouting. Even if he took a few deep breaths, the situation did not improve. If you can choose, Mo Yan would rather face hundreds of enemies and die in battle than stay here for even a second!

Suddenly, after the wasteland in front of the tombstone was completely closed, a faint light came out of the passage! This faint light was illusory at the beginning, as if it came from afar, but gradually, Mo Yan could vaguely feel that this light was passing along the position of his party!

Puff, a strange sound came out of the channel, and the stone walls on both sides of the entrance of the mysterious channel suddenly lit up, and the firelight burned straight in the windless passage without swaying at all.

It turned out that in this mysterious passage, the stone walls on both sides were hung with gold-plated candlesticks, and the flame burned the kerosene stored on the candlesticks, and there was a strange fragrance.

This fragrance is neither fresh nor cloudy, but when you take a deep breath, your mind seems to have been hit by some invisible object, fainting, making people unable to stay awake.

"Be careful and try to keep breathing lightly." Mo Yan covered his nose, came to a candlestick and observed it carefully. He said in a low voice, "If I guess correctly, the kerosene in the candlestick is mixed with a special fragrance. Once this fragrance burns, it will smell. However, if the inhalation is not excessive, the brain will only faint briefly, and there will be no big problem if you take a break. In addition, if we see the candlelight in the passage suddenly go out, or there is no fire in front of us, we will evacuate immediately!"

Everyone nodded and agreed with Mo Yan's point of view. This necessary knowledge for home travel has long been extremely familiar to Lin Qing - if the firelight suddenly disappears in the passage, or there is no candlelight in front of it, it means that there is no enough oxygen in the surrounding air, and carbon dioxide occupies the vast majority. If you continue to stay here, I'm afraid You don't have to die of lack of oxygen once.

Step, step, step...

The footsteps swirled endlessly and came out. Although I didn't see any horrible vampires counterattacked along this stone level, I had to be careful and move forward slowly for fear of any accidents.

......

In the pale night, Jiang Liang walked on the cold and dry soil, put his hands in his trousers pocket, and walked slowly step by step. Although there are many horrible vampires around, Jiang Liang doesn't seem to care. He is still as unrestrained and natural as ever, with a faint smile on his cheeks, elegant and gentle, without any restraint and depression.

Especially the dark pupils, like a deep ocean, full of indescribable wisdom, as if no one can hide anything under these eyes.

But the strangest thing at this moment is that although Jiang Liang is wearing a straight suit and his leather shoes are shiny and clean, he is wrapped in a black cloak, and it is like an ancient elf. His ears are actually sharp and slender. Even if you look at it from the front, Brother Liang's handsome cheeks are actually exposed. Two ferocious and sharp fangs!!

In the loose black cloak, it seems to be stained with blood, and the collar stands up, as if resisting the cold wind. At this moment, looking from afar, Jiang Liang's strange shape is no different from a vampire wandering on a desolate cemetery!!

Jiang Liang took a deep breath and stared at the tombstone that Mo Yan and his party had just entered, as if he muttered to himself, "It finally broke the bureau arranged by Situ Hongyue, but..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Liang suddenly smiled softly, smiling lightly, looking up at the gradually accumulating clouds, and sighed meaningfully: "Whether the big fish can take the bait depends on the creation of this 'pawn'."