Endless route

Chapter 326 97. Loyalty from all sides of Huzuma Camp

Forty or fifty meters is almost within reach, but for Zheng Yun and the others, they have to be more careful about this last distance.

Before this, no one had been to the bottom of the pit, and even the previous explorers who died had never explored downwards. They were forced to stop in the middle layer and could not continue.

That's the point.

All the places they passed along the way were actually visited by Zheng Yun in reality. Zheng Yun remembered the environment in reality and knew that the corridors were corridors and the wooden beams were wooden coffins.

Although people are in a strange dream, as long as they are familiar with the real environment, the level of danger will not be that high. At least they will have confidence and can move more freely.

But nothing was known from the mezzanine onwards.

No one knows what is hidden at the bottom of the pit. If there is a fatal mechanism somewhere and Qili Guimeng turns it into an ordinary object, everyone's life will be in danger.

That's a real life risk.

When he and others were in a dream, they could only see Qiliwei's dreamlike scenes and knew nothing about the real environment.

Western explorers called this place a burial pit because it was full of wooden coffins. This reasoning is reasonable.

The ancient Orientals have always liked to place traps in cemeteries. The higher the level of the tomb, the more deadly the traps are.

Under this situation, if they are even the slightest bit slack, they may inadvertently trigger the mechanism in the "sleepwalking state" and die before they can exit the dream.

In addition, evil things in dreams are constantly intruding.

Make exploration more and more difficult.

Just now, Ji Dao could go out alone to explore the road, but from now on, he must also be more vigilant.

"It's still all wooden beams, but the number has increased, and Master Xian, I find that we seem to be poisoned."

Ji Dao followed Zheng Yun with a lantern, carefully observed the wooden beams on the left and right, and suddenly said something shocking.

"how do I say this?"

Zheng Yun immediately turned his head and looked at Jidao.

Could it be that during the exploration just now, he was injured by the magical means of the evil object in the dream? Or some other accident?

"Master Immortal, I feel like my movements are getting slower and slower, I have a very sticky feeling, and my vision is getting darker and darker."

Ji Dao pointed at his feet. In this vacuum passage close to the wall, the black smoke in the air became thicker and thicker.

"It should be swamp silt in reality. Although the structure of this place is complex and the channels are long and narrow, silt is still pouring into this place continuously. I'm afraid it will be filled up in a few days."

Zheng Yun looked down and made an analysis.

Between the collapse lake and the underground ruins, there are only three or four entrances that are not particularly large in area. They are also blocked by swamp rainforest. The silt flows slowly, but it is not completely non-flowing.

It's just that this place was filled with swamp water first, which made the silt flow slower and could only continue to atomize and flow in the water.

This creates the picture before them.

There are always some vague black smoke floating in the air, lingering in various places. In fact, they are more and more concentrated silt, which is constantly settling from high places.

"Master Immortal, have you seen the immortal sedan chair?"

Ji Dao nodded and suddenly pointed downwards, wisps of fairy light came out from the cracks, exactly the same as the light of the fairy sedan chair.

In addition, there were some sounds of fierce fighting ringing in the ears. It was probably the immortal sedan fighting the tentacles, and it had not stopped until now.

"Move slowly."

Zheng Yun raised his hand to ask Yin Bing to slow down.

The Yin soldiers had many roles to play at this moment. They not only had to take action constantly in their dreams, but they were also the vanguard of demining. Through the dense carpet-like human walls, they personally eliminated risks in the gaps between the wooden beams.

Everyone descended slowly.

Not long after, the first batch of Yin soldiers had arrived at the lowest level. A large number of lanterns dispersed the darkness, and the firelight illuminated the environment. The scene at the bottom could be clearly seen.

Zheng Yun Jidao and others were still vigilant and stopped above to let the Yin soldiers move around, but they saw that the Yin soldiers had disappeared.

The space below is huge.

The pit is like a well, and at the bottom of the well is a wide hall where you can walk east, west, north, and south.

The Yin soldier carried a lantern and got into it. The distance could be judged by the changes in light and darkness. As the light became farther and farther away, expressions of surprise appeared on the faces of Zheng Yunji and Dao.

Because in a short period of time.

Almost all the Yin soldiers walked out of the 'bottom of the well'. The light of the lanterns became farther and farther away, like a backlight that was about to disappear, making the entire bottom of the pit return to darkness.

"Master Immortal, how big is this?"

Ji Dao was stunned and asked.

"Considering that the black smoke in the air can cut off the light, the Yin soldiers should go out at least fifty or sixty meters. Let's go down and take a look. These Yin soldiers are no match for the evil things." Zheng Yun said immediately.

Everyone quickly descended.

After stepping on the floor tiles, look around.

The bottom floor of the burial pit turned out to be an underground palace, with wooden beams floating in the air on all sides, which were actual wooden coffins.

The underground palace is filled with evil things.

The first batch of a dozen Yin soldiers were almost completely wiped out. They were attacked and killed by the evil things around them. Only the lantern lay in the blood.

"Do it."

Zheng Yun immediately ordered.

Two hundred Yin soldiers used magic and ghost methods at the same time, throwing them in all directions at the same time to clear away the evil objects in the killing field.

Jidao Ghost General also set out immediately to identify the higher-level evil objects in the field, and restrained them for a moment before Zheng Yun could take action, until the many Yin soldiers concentrated their firepower and killed them one by one.

Everyone cooperates in a tacit understanding.

Clear the area with great efficiency.

They have done this process countless times, and they have become familiar with it, and everything is going on in an orderly manner.

The training effect is excellent.

If they come to Qili Guimeng to practice in the future if they have nothing to do, it won't be long before they are all experienced in battles and can deal with them calmly no matter how dangerous they are.

Thinking about it, this is also the key purpose of Qili Guimeng.

The ancient city of Nanze is completely covered by strange dreams, and all the military households in the city are affected by strange dreams almost every day. I am afraid that they have long been accustomed to seeing evil objects in their dreams, and they don't even bother to blink when ghosts touch their faces.

It’s really exquisite when you think about it.

Qili Guimeng can even be used for practice.

Just like the tentacles dreamed out by Gui Jiangmeng, if Haiwei suffers a big loss in reality, he can call in a few survivors and let Qili Guimeng create tentacles for practice.

If you can't get past it once, do it again.

Ten times, hundreds of times, thousands of times, he can always defeat the tentacles and figure out a set of tactics. When encountering them in real life, Triton has long been desensitized and can deal with them in an orderly manner.

It's just that the risk level is slightly higher.

But with the wisdom of the ancients, it shouldn't be a problem to control Qili Weimeng accurately. If you want it to transform into something, it must transform, and there is no room for resistance.

It was only a moment before and after.

Zheng Yun and others cleared a safe area, lined up their troops against the walls of the underground palace, and established numerous lines of defense.

Similar to the previous one at Dikengkou.

With their backs in a blind spot, they only need to guard the front. Once the two hundred Yin soldiers concentrate their firepower, most evil creatures can be killed instantly, freeing their hands to observe the surrounding environment.

"Master Immortal, I'm afraid this is really a burial place, and it's not an ordinary burial place. It's probably suppressing something."

Ji Dao observed carefully.

This kind of link is his strength. If he doesn't recognize the purpose and origin of this place, then no one will.

"You can take your time and watch."

Zheng Yun nodded and looked forward. Not far away from them were the Immortal Sedan and the Tentacles. The two sides were indeed still fighting. The fight was earth-shattering, and the surrounding wooden beams were trembling.

But can't see clearly.

Because there are tentacle residues all around.

Those tentacles were hundreds of meters long, perhaps hundreds or thousands in number. They were cut into pieces by the fairy sedan chair and piled up around both sides, completely blocking the view like a hill.

It's really shocking.

The scene was too miserable to bear to look at.

The tentacle was actually quite pitiful. It was no match for the immortal sedan chair, but Jidao gave him the order to die. He dragged the immortal sedan chair to the main body in one go and took the initiative to deliver it to the door.

But it's also really tough.

He was still not dead after being chopped down, and was still entangled with the fairy sedan. There was a sound of stabbing flesh being chopped.

Zheng Yun didn't know what the main body of the tentacle was, but it was probably not a bad thing. Judging from the size of the tentacle, the main body was probably bigger. Maybe it had already eaten the fairy sedan in one bite.

Both sides are evil creatures with thick blood, a giant sea monster with endless tentacles, and an immortal sedan chair that cannot be killed. If the two are facing each other, they may not be able to tell the difference between life and death in a short time.

"Master Immortal, you can't see the details from here alone. Why don't we go deeper and see what's inside?"

Ji Dao had some suspicions but was not sure.

The scene in the dream is different from reality. The underground palace has an ancient and luxurious style. Maybe it is Yin Tai Villa. It is different from the real underground palace. You have to go through it in your mind to make a guess.

"Okay, let's go."

Zheng Yun moved his eyes away and looked deeper.

They couldn't rescue the tentacle, and they couldn't care less about it at the moment, just let it fend for itself here.

"If the wooden beams are all wooden coffins, then there are probably more than two to three thousand wooden coffins here. This underground palace is the tomb palace. There are tombs in all directions, and they are all filled with wooden coffins."

Ji Dao said as he walked.

As the Westerners exploded the ruins and the tomb chambers were filled with swamp water, the wooden coffins floated up and gathered together, floating upward together, filling the entire hole.

But why did the ancients bury so many wooden coffins here? Is it just a simple burial or is there another plan?

"Do you think it has something to do with Hunumu Camp?"

Zheng Yun asked during the break of killing evil objects. Jidao also went to the Spiritual Throne Tower and saw the spiritual tablets with his own eyes.

"There should be, but this matter is puzzling. Everything feels very wrong. For example, why is there a dark room with an iron door that looks like a dungeon above the tomb?"

"If the people buried here are really Ming generals who made great contributions, then their burial place should be a geomantic treasure. There should be no facilities similar to dungeons within ten miles."

"There is another key question. What kind of contribution did the Huzuma Camp make that allowed it to build a spiritual tower in the Dusi Mansion? And the spiritual throne tower is not at the same place as the burial place?"

Ji Dao asked questions again and again.

None of these details make sense.

There are very detailed rules and customs for funerals, whether in the private sector or in the court. Officials and generals have different ranks and burial methods, and no one can exceed their rank.

Especially the Spiritual Position Tower.

The memorial tower and the burial ground are separated into two places, respectively in Nanze Ancient City and No. 2 Ancient City District. They are not far nor close to each other.

This situation is not uncommon. The endless sea route is long and boundless. Children of common people may never be able to return to their hometown once they go to sea, and they will never see their parents again for life.

Therefore, children will worship their parents' spiritual tablets at home, and pay homage to their parents' spirits in heaven at the end of the sea of ​​stars, light years away.

There are also those who are close to each other, such as the royal family members of the royal family, the royal family, the burial place and the spiritual tablet are also separated into two places. The burial place is in a good Feng Shui place, and the spiritual tablet is enshrined deep in their own mansion.

Hunumu Camp is slightly different.

But Ji Dao couldn't tell where the problem lies specifically, because in the Ming Dynasty's more than 600 years of history, almost everything has exceptions, and if there are too many exceptions, they are no longer exceptions.

"etc."

When Zheng Yun heard this, he suddenly remembered something. He first asked the Yin soldiers to kill all the evil objects, and then asked Jidao:

"Is there a possibility that the spiritual throne tower was built before the burial place? Even before the generals died in battle, the spiritual throne tower was built first, and then the Hunumu camp loyal martyrs and the burial ground were built?"

"Um... Master Xian, you mean that thousands of generals from Hunumu Camp accepted a mission that was certain to lead to death, and they had already built a spiritual throne tower before setting off?"

"This is really possible, because there are many such things in history. For generals or counselors who are good at maneuvering and understanding people's hearts, this move can inspire the generals to die."

Ji Dao's eyes lit up.

The spiritual throne tower was built in the backyard of Dusi Mansion.

This is an act of encouragement that can boost morale and uplift people's hearts. People in the whole city pay homage to the deceased. Although they are going to die, they have no regrets in their hearts and they will die anyway.

"What you said is inappropriate, but the meaning is similar." Zheng Yun glanced at Jidao and said nothing.

Ji Dao's view of history is different from that of ordinary people. He is a descendant of Tiangong, the head of Tiangong, a sect leader, or a Taoist priest.

Although he is the only one left in the Heavenly Palace, his status is truly high. He fantasizes about returning to the Supervisory Immortal Division every day, and most of the identities he assumes by reading ancient books are generals and ministers.

Therefore, after he heard about this incident, his first reaction was to be Machiavellian, thinking that the Spiritual Throne Tower was a means of motivation, but he slightly ignored the tragic death of the generals of Hunumu Camp.

These details are usually invisible and can only be revealed at this time. Ji Dao is somewhat separated from the masses.

Ji Dao's life was miserable, but he was different from himself. He was not an ordinary person from beginning to end, but he was born as a real commoner, and he was ordinary from childhood to adulthood.

If something hadn't happened to Jiang Meng.

I guess I'm still working as a driver.

Therefore, when encountering such things, the two parties view the problem from very different perspectives and have slightly different emotional reactions.

Zheng Yun didn't like Ji Dao's statement very much. His perspective was too high. Although the truth was this, it was impossible for a human rights strategist to say these words in public.

"Master Immortal, that all makes sense, but there are still some questions. Why did the commander choose the Spiritual Throne Tower? Perhaps at first, Commander Nanze thought that the generals of Hunumu Camp would definitely have no bones left? But he later retrieved them Got the body?"

Ji Dao still had some doubts.

The burial ground was neatly filled with wooden coffins, indicating that the ancient city of Nanze finally retrieved the body and still had enough time to bury it carefully, but there was still some conflict with the coffin tower.

"Who said it was retrieved?"

Zheng Yun frowned and asked, what he has always wanted to say is this key point, what exactly is this place?

"Master Immortal, are you saying that this place is probably not a burial place, but a battlefield for loyal soldiers from Hunumu Camp?"

Ji Dao suddenly realized the key.

According to the immortal master, all the corpses in wooden coffins here are wearing a special silver mask, which can, to a certain extent, isolate the interference of Qili's strange dreams.

But what separates the dead?

Master Xian also said before that the core of Qili's strange dream is related to the human brain. It is related to manipulation in the brain, and it is related to magnetic fields, consciousness, brain waves and other things.

The brains of dead people are also dead.

Why are you still afraid of Qili Meng?

The most important thing is that dead people don't dream. If you don't dream, you can't enter the treacherous dream, just like taking a sedative.

Since dead people don’t dream.

Why put silver masks on them?

"We have also overlooked one detail. Why do all Western explorers get into wooden coffins when they encounter danger? What is the function of wooden coffins?"

Zheng Yun suddenly turned his head and looked to his side.

What danger can a thin layer of wooden coffin prevent? Are Western explorers really fools? They crawled into the wooden coffin in embarrassment, really burying their heads in the sand like ostriches?

impossible.

There must be some reason!