Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

 Huo Zhezi fell from mid-air.

It hit the ground paved with stone with a thud.

 The last bit of fire, which was already dying, eventually disappeared.

but…

 Partridge Whistle is obviously still prepared.

  Calmly took out a phosphorus tube from under his sleeve.

I pulled out the wooden pin and blew gently into the tube. I heard a crash, and the flames burst out from the tube, and then it burst into flames.

 Fire light dispels darkness.

The tomb, which was originally silent, became bright again.

 “Brother Chen, please.”

 Hello.

 The two of them walked in tandem, pushing the door open without any delay.

 It is completely different from the damp and gloomy atmosphere at the wellhead outside.

 The air in the stone chamber beneath me is extremely dry.

 Suddenly there is a feeling of transitioning from cold winter to hot summer.

The space is also much wider than the two outside ones, with a length and width of almost sixty or seventy meters, and the dome is also astonishingly high. Standing in it, instead of feeling cramped, it is extremely transparent.

 But as he glanced over, the whole stone room was covered with bones.

But looking at the bones, most of them are animals.

There are cows, horses, camels, tigers, leopards and wolves. No matter how many there are, it will be difficult for two people to tell them apart.

Moreover, compared to those animal bones, Chen Yulou and his wife were more attracted by the surrounding stone pillars at this moment.

more specifically.

 It is a dried corpse tied to a stone pillar.

At a glance, they are all human without exception.

There were more than a dozen dead bodies, their bodies had dried, their heads were hanging down, or their eyes were staring, with a look of fear or unwillingness still on their faces.

 As if silently roaring and calling for help.

This scene made the two of them subconsciously think of the six black-scaled sharks whose heads were tied to copper pillars and made into oil lamps in Zhelong Mountain back then.

 An indescribable sense of gloominess made the atmosphere even more terrifying.

 “Human sacrifice?”

After a long silence, Partridge Whistle frowned and let out a breath, breaking the suffocating silence.

Human sacrifice has existed since ancient times.

Especially before the pre-Qin Dynasty, it was almost a standard burial feature for princes and generals.

Even the princes of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods regarded this as a competition for national strength.

Countless slaves and prisoners of war, with their hands tied, were driven into the mausoleum burial pits like cattle and sheep and became the burial objects of the princes.

 I don’t blame him for thinking so.

 This scene at the moment.

 It is almost the same as martyrdom.

“It’s probably about the same, let’s look forward.”

 Hand did not stay much in the Bone Land.

After saying hello, Chen Yulou walked straight over the piles of bones on the ground.

Because the air in the stone chamber was extremely dry, almost all of the animal bones had weathered. With the slightest touch, a series of clicking sounds could be heard, and then they turned into a pile of powder.

Those ancient corpses have also weathered to their advantage.

Even under the stone pillar, there is a clearly visible pool of corpse oil, seeping into the bluestone slab, leaving a large shadow and exuding a disgusting smell.

The two have been fighting each other for many years.

He couldn't help but frown tightly.

It seems that these people were not simply buried. At least there were no wounds from swords or swords other than traces of rope bindings on their bodies.

I looked at a few ancient corpses silently.

 The two of them came up with a guess at the same time.

These people may have been moved here after being sunbaked to death and dried.

There were even traces of dried blood on the weathered mummies.

Under the firelight, brown blood dripped from head to toe, making the already ferocious faces even more terrifying.

 “It’s not a human sacrifice.”

 “This should be some kind of evil sacrificial ritual!”

Chen Yulou gritted his teeth and exhaled, his brows filled with shadows.

The mummies have different expressions, and their eyes almost all protrude outward, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

After all, Gumo is one of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions.

There is still a big difference between Chinese customs and Han customs.

Sacrifice means simply killing someone and being buried with them.

But all the methods revealed here reveal a hint of evil.

 “But…who is being sacrificed?”

Partridge Whistle was slightly startled, and his eyes subconsciously glanced around.

 Huge stone room.

Other than the white bones and ancient corpses on stone pillars all over the ground, no stone statues or gods with religious elements have been seen so far.

  “Is there a possibility.”

“Is the person offering sacrifices to the owner of the tomb here?”

 Chen Yulou said calmly, but the indifference in his tone could not be concealed at all.

“Are you saying that the people buried here are inextricably linked to religious beliefs?”

The partridge whistle is thoughtful.

 He suddenly thought of Azhiya, a wizard from the Uighur tribe, and Basicu, a demon from Malu Village.

 As messengers of the gods, they themselves represent the gods walking in the world.

If the person buried here is a wizard or something like that.

The emergence of such evil sacrifices seems to be reasonable.

“Yes or no, you can tell by opening the coffin.”

Chen Yulou did not explain much, but moved his gaze from the ancient corpse on the stone pillar in front of him to the huge sarcophagus in the distance.

 See this situation.

Partridge Whistle immediately took a few steps quickly, passed over the bones everywhere, and inserted the phosphorus tube in his hand on the stone wall nearby.

 The light of the fire flickers.

The sarcophagus finally appeared in their sight.

I saw that it was nearly ten feet long and as tall as a person.

 Wandered around in a circle.

The more I looked at Partridge Whistle, the weirder it became.

For most of his life, he had seen too many coffins either while fighting upside down or on the way to the grave.

Although the styles of coffins have varied throughout the dynasties, they are basically the same. At most, the differences are in materials, but the one in front of me is really too different.

 Four and square, the inside and outside are integrated.

  It is not so much a coffin as it is a box carved from mountain stone. Other than that, it does not have any decorative patterns. It is so simple that it is unbelievable.

“It was supposed to be a fusion of Han Chinese style, but it turned out to be completely different.”

 After all, Gumozhou was the most important town at that time. It was located on the ancient Silk Road and had numerous trades. Especially during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, transactions with the mainland were extremely frequent.

 This can actually be seen from the buildings in the ancient city.

 It was deeply influenced by the Han people.

Hearing this, the partridge whistled and laughed.

 Hand without any further delay, he took out the vaginal probing claw.

Chen Yulou casually took off the bone knife from his waist that he had not used for a long time.

The gaps in the sarcophagus were sealed with beeswax-like isinglass, and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing was inserted into it and made a slight stroke.

 In an instant.

The already petrified isinglass shattered to pieces on the ground.

 The other end.

The partridge whistle saw the opportunity, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he hooked his probing claw under the coffin lid, then pulled the hook rope and exerted force suddenly.

　　With the qi and blood surging all over his body.

The coffin lid weighing hundreds of kilograms was lifted by him forcefully.

Seeing that the gap between the coffin lid and the body was getting bigger and bigger, Chen Yulou did not hesitate, raised his breath, jumped to the head of the coffin, and kicked out hard.

The force of this leg-breaking kick was extremely shocking.

Violent friction sounds were heard, and the stone lid attached to the edge of the coffin slid back for more than two meters before it came to a stop.

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 See a gap at the head of the coffin.

The two of them did not rush forward, but took half a step back with a tacit understanding.

The aura of death in this ancient coffin, which has been sealed for thousands of years, is comparable to that of the black snake we encountered at the well. Even if it is accidentally inhaled, the five internal organs in the abdomen may be melted.

 Since ancient times, countless people have died in this way. As old Jianghu people, how could Chen Yulou and Partridge Shao not understand?

In addition to the miasma in the coffin, this behavior is also to prevent the depressor.

  Fortunately.

 A moment later.

In addition to a pungent corpse aura, no hidden arrows, flowing fire, sword slaves, or bows and crossbows were seen being fired.

After confirming that there was no danger, the two of them approached each other from the left to the right.

By the light of the phosphorus tube inserted into the stone wall.

 Looking down.

 Two ancient corpses, a man and a woman, sleep in each other's arms.

Similar to the ancient corpses seen along the way, thanks to the unique climate environment of the Black Desert, the corpse in the coffin did not rot, but dehydrated and turned into two mummies.

However, the dignity of their status can be easily distinguished from the clothes and decorations on their bodies.

 Although it is not to the level of golden strands and jade clothes.

 But it is also an extremely rare brocade silk garment in the Western Regions.

The man is wearing a vermilion-black robe, with faint black bird embroidery visible, and the shape is smooth and majestic.

As for the woman, she was wearing a white feather coat, as thin as cicada wings. Even after thousands of years, there was not much damage.

As for the two people, they each held an object, which reflected a bright gold and silver luster under the firelight.

“It should be a gold instrument that proves identity.”

Looking at the tightly clenched hands, both of them's eyes lit up.

　　　It is the custom of Han people to swallow jade when they are buried.

At present, there are two ancient corpses of a man and a woman. The dehydrated cheeks are deeply sunken and there is no sense of fullness. It is obvious that they have not swallowed antiseptic ancient objects such as Yasheng, Yucheng or Yinzhu.

The partridge whistle jumped up and stood on the edge of the coffin.

 The claws that probed the **** in the hand were carefully stretched out towards the male corpse's hands.

I tried to hook it hard, but there was no movement.

 After all, for thousands of years, the fingers of both hands have been intertwined, making it difficult to separate them easily.

 Plus, I don’t dare to use too much force.

 In case the gold items are damaged.

  It is not easily repairable.

Chen Yulou was not in a hurry. While he was taking out the light, he walked around the coffin body and looked elsewhere inside the coffin.

 Except for what they hold in their hands.

There are many funerary objects in the coffin, including gold, silver, jade, glass wine cups, rhinoceros horns and ivory, and utensils with a strong Western style.

 They are all priceless goodies.

 Chen Yulou will naturally not let it go.

The journey is difficult, and with two to three hundred brothers following us, we cannot return empty-handed.

However, when he was gathering the bright objects, a strange-looking gold object caught his attention.

 Grab it and put it in your hand.

It was actually a snake head with two ferocious pupils!

  To be precise, it is Jingjian Ahan!

 Made of pure gold in the pattern of a mother snake.

The snake's head was raised high, spitting out the snake letter, and its huge pupils were full of indifference to all living beings.

Looking at the overall style, it seems to have been broken off from something, and there are obvious cross-sections.

 ‘The Queen’s Throne? ’

Chen Yulou thought about it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it seemed like an embellishment at the front of the handrail.

And dared to carve Jingjian Ahan, the guardian spirit of the ghost cave, on the chair. Looking at the thirty-six countries in the Western Region, there was only one Queen Jingjue.

 The reason why I thought of her.

 There is another most important reason.

 If I remember correctly, this should be the burial coffin of Prince Gumo.

 He led the coalition forces to attack the ancient city of Jingjue, breaking the Queen's high-pressure rule.

As a victor, he removed an object from the throne and was buried with him to commemorate his great achievements.

 “Get it!”

 While he was holding the golden snake in his hand, he was thinking.

 The sound of partridge whistles has been heard in my ears.

 “What is it?”

 “Gold Seal!”

Partridge Whistle opens his palms.

 It is clearly a seal with a camel as a button. The whole body is pure gold. The camel carving is lifelike and dynamic.

However, Chen Yulou only glanced at it and looked under the button seat.

To his surprise, what was engraved under the gold seal was Han Li, and there was a small line of ancient Sanskrit on the side.

 “Gu Mo, Wang Yin?”

Partridge Whistle read out slowly, and then he raised his head in surprise.

"It seems that this person is not a wizard, but the king of Gumo King City..."

Earlier, bones and **** ancient corpses were scattered all over the place as sacrifices. They also speculated whether the owner of the tomb here might be a wizard from the Gumo country.

 But now judging from this golden seal, this is not the case.

 “Where’s one more thing?”

Chen Yulou nodded and subconsciously looked at the hands of the female corpse, finding that her tightly clenched fingers had also been opened and the gold objects hidden in them had disappeared without a trace.

  “It’s a fish.”

Partridge Whistle calmly released his left hand.

 Different from the gold seal, the object held in the woman's hand is a goldfish the size of a baby's hand.

The details on the back of the fish scales and fins are all exquisite, even more realistic than that of the camel, as if it can come back to life and swim away happily when thrown into the water.

It’s hard to imagine that it was an ancient artifact from the Thirty-Six Kingdoms era of the Western Regions thousands of years ago.

“So, this is the mausoleum where King Gumo and his wife were buried together.”

 Chen Yulou rubbed his eyebrows.

  Didn't pay much attention to the goldfish.

Although the design is exquisite and shocking, the goldfish itself does not have a symbol of rights. It is more like it was owned by the female corpse during her lifetime. Because she liked it too much, she was buried with it after her death.

 “Can’t be wrong…”

Partridge Whistle nodded and handed the seal and fish to Chen Yulou.

 It is not a clear weapon to move mountains.

In his opinion, these things are only somewhat interesting at best, and they are not enough to make him tempted.

 It was the snake head in Chen Yulou's hand that made the corners of his eyes twitch.

 The lights flickered, and in his daze, he almost thought that the black poisonous snake from before appeared again.

 Seeing his eyes falling between the palms of his hands, Chen Yulou briefly explained.

 “Decorated with a black snake...Brother Chen, this is not good news.”

Partridge Whistle reacts extremely quickly.

 Her face immediately became ugly.

Hunting down the well, he didn't see any more black snakes, and he was secretly relieved.

 But the appearance of this thing now shows that at least a thousand years ago, the black snake had unimaginable influence among the countries in the Western Regions.

 Even...most likely a totem belief.

Chen Yulou knew it well, but he was also amazed at his quick thinking. After thinking for a while, he smiled helplessly.

“Soldiers are coming to stop us, and water is coming to cover us up. We can only take one step at a time.”

 “That’s all it can do.”

Seeing that his expression was calm, Partridge Whistle's brows were always furrowed.

 The depression accumulated in my heart is so strong that it cannot be dissolved.

 There is something he has never dared to say.

The moment I saw the black snake attacking and killing me, ancient memories poured out like a flood that opened a floodgate.

 In ancient rumors passed down by mouth from Zagrama.

The first disaster that the high priest caused because he spied into the ghost cave... was not a ghost curse, but a group of strange snakes crawling out of hell, biting countless people to death.

 With the death of the high priest, the tribe can only push out two sages to stabilize the situation.

 The two men led the warriors to kill the strange snake and its mother.

 The corpses were all thrown into the ghost cave.

 Then the sage made a divination at the cost of his life and learned that an invisible disaster had befallen the tribe.

 And that disaster was a curse that caused their clan to suffer for thousands of years and caused countless deaths...!

But he didn't dare to confirm whether the poisonous snake that appeared in the ancient well was the same kind of strange snake passed down from his family!

 That’s why he followed resolutely.

 Just want to find out.

Even Partridge Whistle himself didn’t expect that what happened after entering the well was completely beyond his expectation.

 The imaginary snake nest was not seen.

 Instead, they found the tomb of Prince Gumo.

“Brother Dao, come and see, these murals...may be able to explain something to us.” (End of this chapter)