"Just what?" Odachi said dissatisfied.

It expressed strong resentment at the act of saying only half.

"Wait, don't interrupt." I walked to the nearest corpse, knelt down, and carefully blown away the dust covering his body.

Suddenly, a line of shallow marks appeared.

Although there is only one sentence and a few words, it is written with the blood from the fingers.

I was coming up and down, and after reading it several times, I found that I didn't recognize any of these words!

So I asked Daidachi: "Do you know these words?"

Odachi smiled: "Although I am a literate knife, I have to say, I don't even know any of these words!"

"Then what are you talking nonsense!" I sneered.

"Yeah, do you know?" Odachi asked rhetorically.

"Do I even ask you if I know?"

"What is the arrogance of not knowing you and me!" Odachi retorted.

Then we quarreled.

After arguing for two or three minutes, I feel annoyed. I continue to arguing like this, and I may not know when I will be heady, so I tried to shut up, and at the same time, I converged my thoughts and focused all on the blood on the ground .

After searching the entire memory, I finally determined that I must not recognize these words, but I don’t know that doesn’t mean that no one knows them. I believe that the well-informed old man Taylor or the fairy queen who has a deep understanding of words said Maybe it can help me solve this mystery.

Thinking of this, I started rummaging through my backpack.

"What are you doing?" Odachi asked curiously.

"Look for pen and paper" I said: "I want to draw these words, and I will find someone to recognize them when I go out."

"Can you guarantee that what you painted is exactly the same as what he wrote?" Odachi asked again.

"This...then what do you say?" I was embarrassed, holding a pen and paper in one hand.

"Since the blood has soaked deeply into the floor tiles, you might as well cut it off, put it in your backpack, wait for it to go out, and then take it out for a complete look. This is more efficient."

"Hey, what you said makes sense!" I had to praise it again.

Afterwards, I used combat skills with the Taidachi to cut off the bricks with blood written on them.

Before putting it in the backpack again, Daidachi told me again, saying: "You cut the stone block according to the spacing between the fonts, and then put it in the backpack in order. When you show it to others, you will also take it one by one. Come out, but it’s best to get it out of order."

"...You are really cunning!" I laughed.

"This is not cunning, it is to prevent accidents!" Taitadao said: "I think the content of this line is not trivial. If the entire stone bar is submitted, the stone bar may be destroyed."

"Well, what you said makes sense." I nodded and cut the stone strips one by one.

After cutting, place them in the backpack one by one in order of front and back.

After that, I knocked on the walls and ceiling of this compartment one by one. After making sure that there were no more hidden compartments, I left here. Before I left, folded my hands together and bowed slightly toward the corpse that died tragically and turned into a mummy.

"Are you trying to pretend to be a monk to save them?" Odachi asked.

"No" I shook my head: "I just feel that digging up their burial place and prying away a floor tile inside is a little uneasy."

"I don't think it is disturbing for you to do this. Maybe you can dig this place to allow the dead souls who have been trapped in it to return to their gods. Speaking of which, this is still a merit!"

Although Odachi's words were a bit ridiculous, he made sense.

If there is no appearance of me like a thief, perhaps their dead souls can only be trapped in this compartment forever in this vain way and never see the sky again.

Perhaps, this kind of despicable approach, in exchange for a good ending.

Stopping silent for a few seconds, I continued to move forward cautiously.

The journey is very smooth, with no organs, no traps, and no compartments.

The tunnel became very silent, so quiet that the sound made when the tip of a knife hit the wall was so harsh.

I seem to be in a claustrophobic world, with no end in front and no way behind. Only the luminous magic stone lamp in my hand is still stubbornly fighting against the darkness that envelops me.

The same as this group of stubborn light is my unyielding will. I want to move on and continue to explore. I want to find out who the owner of this mausoleum is, and I want to find out the people who died tragically and were sealed in compartments. I want to find out why they ended up like this, and why this tomb with many institutions was abandoned.

My hand gradually increased in strength, and the Odachi was tightened tighter by me.

"I can feel it," Taita said: "The anger and doubt hidden in your heart, but do you think it really makes sense to figure out all this?"

"do not know."

"Do you think anyone will remember these people who died here?" Dadachi asked again: "Or if these people have family members, children, descendants, and those descendants, they will remember that they died here. An ancestor?"

"do not know."

"You don't know anything, then why do you continue to move forward?" Dadata said: "Is it because you...don't know?"

"Yes" I said lightly: "It's because I don't know, that's why I have to move on. No matter how many institutions and sinister traps I encounter, I will still move on until I find the answer, until'I know 'until."

"You are really a stubborn fellow" Otato sighed, a little sad, but more relieved: "I am still worried that your stubbornness will be wiped away by the ease of this time. It turns out your stubbornness It's still hard and smelly, hehe, but I like it... Now, I guess you may not be able to hear it any more. Then I will say one more useful thing-use me as much as you want, smelly Kid!"

"Thank you."

Odachi was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said a little embarrassed: "Thank you for what you say, see more, hahahaha..."

It took another twenty minutes to walk, and finally came to an end.

In front of me, there is a bigger stone gate, on which is also exquisitely carved reliefs.

It was exactly the same as the relief on the stone door at the end of the tunnel.

But the relief of this stone gate looks more solemn and grand.

Because, on the surface of the relief, layers of oil have been applied, and at the same time, the eyes of the male fairy sitting on the throne are inlaid with larger gems, shining with a more breathtaking light.

Staring at the gem for a few seconds, I chuckled, swung the Odachi, and slashed it without hesitation-once I was hit by hypnotic magic, will I be hit again?

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