Huang Ting

Looking closely at the six shark candles, Hu Xiuwu discovered that there were three more candles behind the six shark candles.

This time it was no longer made of sharks, but King Xian went even worse and used seven or eight-year-old children as candles.

On the candlesticks of these three candles are also engraved the names of the "Sages of the Year".

Wang Kaixuan said: "This sacrifice to the king is too cruel. He actually turned a child into a candle."

Hu Bayi said: "This should be the fairy boy made by King Xian to welcome the immortal who will become an immortal."

"What kind of god would accept such a welcome? King Xian must have lost his mind."

Liao Zhong spat and said.

Wang Kaixuan looked at the nine candles: "Old Hu, you said that this kind of longevity candle corresponds to the coffin, right? One longevity candle corresponds to a coffin."

"Why are there so many longevity candles now? Are there nine coffins here?"

Hu Xiuwu retorted: "No, those three boy candles are to attract boys and should not be regarded as longevity candles."

"It's not the six immortal candles. Look, I have another unlit bull-headed candle here."

Shirley Yang opened her mouth and everyone looked at her.

Sure enough, in front of her there was the largest lamp in the tomb, on a copper candle made into a bull's head.

"The remaining seven longevity candles may actually correspond to the seven coffins."

Hu Xiuwu looked at the ceiling and floor.

Lao Meng, who is also a practitioner, immediately understood what Hu Xiuwu meant:

"You are saying that King Xian prepared three incarnations for himself. This Hades Palace actually has three floors, the human world in the middle, the Netherworld below, and a layer representing the Immortal Mountain above."

When Liao Zhong saw Lao Meng and Hu Xiuwu playing riddles, he directly asked: "Where is the coffin for the king?"

"Since the purpose of King Xian is to become an immortal, he will definitely not put himself underground, but will definitely put himself high above."

After listening to Hu Xiuwu's words, Liao Zhong looked at Lao Meng again. Seeing Lao Meng nodding, he understood that Lao Meng agreed with Hu Xiuwu's statement, so he looked up at the ceiling of the tomb.

Liao Zhong put his hands on his hips and said, "I know, little fat guy, are the explosives at your place?"

"Here I am, Mr. Liao." Wang Kaixuan put down the gun and took off his bag.

"Blow this place up!"

"Look at it!"

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With a loud noise, the ceiling of the tomb was blown open by explosives, the chains originally binding the copper coffin broke, and the heavy copper coffin hit the ground hard.

Fortunately, Wang Kaixuan had not touched the bronze mirror before, and this time the bronze coffin hit the ground and the bronze mirror did not collapse.

The contents in the copper coffin are still very honest.

Just the heavy copper coffin hit the ground, making a big hole in the floor of the tomb, exposing another layer of tombs hidden under the tomb.

Hu Bayi had learned precision blasting in the army before, so he had some experience with the amount of explosives used in blasting. No other parts of the tomb were damaged.

"Hey, there really is another tomb down here. It seems that Hu Xiuwu's guess was right."

Liao Zhong came out of the corner where he was hiding and stood in front of the big hole punched out of the copper coffin and said.

Hu Bayi used his flashlight to shine along the entrance of the cave. He could vaguely see a stone coffin in the underground tomb.

"It seems that the candles are indeed used to represent the third incarnation of King Xian, but what does it mean to welcome the fairy boy? Are they really here to welcome the fairy?"

Wang Kaixuan made a joke: "They can't represent us, the number of people doesn't even match up."

Liao Zhong raised his head and looked at the situation above and said:

"Don't think about this, let's go up there and take a look first."

Looking at the hole blown up on the top of the tomb, Hu Xiuwu controlled the talisman to send the rope up, and tied the rope with the talisman.

The top of the tomb is about four or five meters high. Hu Xiuwu can jump up with just a little effort, but Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang and Wang Kaixuan still need the help of ropes to get up.

After going up, Hu Xiuwu discovered that the painting style of the tomb on this floor was completely different from that of the tomb below.

The tomb on the lower floor still feels a little gloomy, but it looks quite fairy-like.

The tomb chamber is semicircular and has no edges. The walls are covered with various patterns of gods, sculptures of gods and gods are also carved, and they are also decorated with gems. There is no doubt about the financial resources of King Xian.

Hu Bayi followed the rope and climbed to this level. The style of the tomb on this level looked familiar to him, and he couldn't help but fall into memories.

Others are searching for vital things in the tomb,

coffin,

There are coffins again, and the same old problem has appeared in the tomb chambers on this floor. In the most critical tomb chamber, the coffins cannot be seen again.

Hu Xiuwu searched around but found nothing. He stood in the middle of the tomb and let out a sigh of relief.

He felt that King Xian just couldn't get along with him. There were a lot of things that shouldn't be done and there were a lot of things that shouldn't be done.

At this time, Hu Xiuwu realized that something seemed wrong about Hu Bayi. His face was red, veins were popping out on his neck, and he looked as if he was suffocating.

Hu Xiuwu saw that something was wrong with Hu Bayi, so he quickly went over to pull him away and check the situation.

As soon as Hu Xiuwu pulled him away, Hu Bayi touched his neck and started breathing heavily.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Hu Xiuwu said while supporting Hu Bayi.

Shirley Yang and Wang Kaixuan also came over, concerned about Hu Bayi's situation.

"Well, there's something weird about that painting. When I was staring at it, I felt an arm reaching out from the painting and grabbing my neck, making it hard for me to breathe."

Hu Bayi was still rubbing his neck with one hand, and pointed the other hand at the painting he had just observed.

Hu Xiuwu looked at the painting, which showed a dignified and gorgeously dressed woman, who seemed to be the wife of King Xian.

There is indeed something magical about this painting. As long as you stare at it, your soul will fall into the artistic conception of the painting and be entangled by the woman in the painting.

However, it encountered difficulties when it tried to entangle Hu Xiuwu.

It couldn't find Hu Xiuwu's soul, or it could be said that there were too many targets, just like there were too many people in the lens of an old-fashioned camera, and they were at different distances, causing the camera to fail to focus.

Just like a bug in the program, the system repeatedly loops, causing the computer to crash. This painting of a lady in palace clothes spontaneously appears cracks.

The portrait shattered, revealing a secret passage hidden behind it, as well as a very luxurious and dignified female corpse sitting in the secret passage.

As soon as the female corpse saw the light, it shattered into a cloud of gray mist and floated towards them,

When the gray mist drifted closer, I realized that they were countless corpse moths. The moth powder on the wings of corpse moths was highly poisonous. Once it touched the skin, it would be infected with corpse poison.

But these mere flying insects were not worth mentioning in front of Lao Meng.

Lao Meng didn't put much effort in letting these moths rest quietly on both sides of the secret passage.

Compared to the moth, Lao Meng was more curious about the painting just now.

Lao Meng pushed up his glasses and said, "Is this an original method created by King Xian? It's very interesting."

"No, this is not an original method created by King Xian, it was spread from the Central Plains."

As one of the people in charge of the bunker, Liao Zhong was well-informed and rejected Lao Meng's statement:

"This is the wonderful art of painting. A stranger who knows the art of painting can create paintings with various wonderful effects. The art of painting is widely spread and has many schools."

"The Wang family, one of the four families, masters the art of divine painting. In the past, there was a sect called Secret Painting in China, which mastered the unique art of painting. Unfortunately, during the Republic of China, the Secret Painting Sect suffered from civil strife and the whole sect fell apart.

Just disappeared into history.”

Lao Meng looked at the broken painting and felt a little confused:

"Since we entered the Insect Valley, we have seen a lot of King Xian's methods."

"Feng Shui, Qi Lian, Qi Technique, Weapon Refining, and now also Painting Technique, I can be said to be proficient in all of them, and this King Xian can also be called an all-rounder."

"I don't mention King Xian's character, but just say that his methods are truly remarkable and he can be called a strange man of his generation. Would such a person really believe in the mythical theory of becoming an immortal?"