The Cursed Ship

Zheng Yang and Tennok slowly crossed the tombs and crosses, approaching the edge of the dome.

They touch it with their hands, feel the solid boundary, but see only opaque white, like a wall of air.

It must be some kind of enchantment, and unlike the valley outside, this place is isolated from the outside world.

The only passage between this place and the outside world should be the waterway. First, a large number of ghost-eyed monkeys guarded the external exit, and then a giant double-headed poisonous python guarded the internal exit.

Even the valley outside is only revealed at night.

Such a cemetery is guarded so heavily, what exactly is there?

Gray, dead, bare, without any sign of life, no wind, the lake is as calm as a mirror.

"It's a medieval material, equivalent to today's lime mortar."

Tenok lightly touched a cross and said.

There are no tombstones in these tombs, and a half-meter-high cross stands in front of each tomb, neatly like a formation of troops.

Also very scalp tingling.

Zheng Yang and Tenok couldn't even think of digging up a tomb to have a look. They walked around the lake and reached the mountain opposite the lake. Although the mountain here was as steep as a cliff, there was a dilapidated stone ladder path that zigzagged to the top of the mountain.

This path is too steep, with an elevation angle of nearly eighty degrees, less than half a meter wide, and some stone steps have collapsed.

There is nothing to cling to next to it, and it is not accessible to ordinary people at all!

Even an extraordinary person like Tenok shook his head helplessly. He only has one arm, so even if he has all the freehand rock climbing skills, he can't climb up.

So Tennok took out two 50-meter-long parachute ropes from the bag and handed them to Zheng Yang, saying, "You choose the harvest first!"

Zheng Yang understood what he meant.

According to the agreement between the two parties, if the items obtained by each of them in this expedition are based on their own ability, they do not need to be distributed, and they belong to each of them; for the items harvested together, they will be divided 50-50, and Tennok will choose first.

Now Zheng Yang will climb up first, find a foothold in the middle, and then use the paracord Ratenok to go up.

The two act together and take care of each other, but when there is something to gain, Zheng Yang will choose first.

Zheng Yang put down his backpack and began to climb up with only his long sword on his back. He has not practiced rock climbing, but his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, and it is not too difficult to climb such a place.

In less than ten minutes, Zheng Yang found an optimal foothold that was two meters long and half a meter wide on the mountainside.

Next, Zheng Yang put down the paracord, first pulled up their backpacks and hangers, and finally Tennok.

From here, it is not as steep as the bottom, and Tennok can climb up carefully by himself. But stepping down a stone or two from time to time is still extremely thrilling.

In the end, the two arrived at the top of the mountain without any risk, a rugged platform with a radius of about 70 meters.

On the top of this mountain, there is only one tomb, the same as those by the lake below the mountain, with gray and white materials and crosses, facing the cliff.

Its size is five times larger, and the cross is towering, like a guarded king, who visits the tombs below and accepts their kneeling.

Zheng Yang and Tennok walked around the top of the mountain, and they looked at each other speechlessly.

They seemed to have found a great place, but found nothing.

Do you want to dig up this big tomb?

Zheng Yang looked at the huge tomb, but he couldn't help but have such thoughts after all.

But Tenok's character is a bit straightforward. He feels that it is disrespectful to the dead to move the grave of the dead rashly, and he will be punished by the god of death. And that's what he warned Zheng Yang.

"So, do we go home empty-handed?"

Zheng Yang spread his hands and asked.

He didn't care, this expedition was mainly for the corpses of the ghost-eyed monkeys, and the task had already been overfulfilled.

Tai Nuo said solemnly: "Bao, I think the purpose of the expedition is to enjoy the process more than the final harvest. This time, our experience is rich enough to see the ancient and powerful enchantment space. Satisfying!"

"So we're going out now?"

"Now that you are here, take some photos and go back, they will become our precious memories!"

"..."

The two took out their mobile phones from their waterproof bags and took pictures of their surroundings.

Until Tennok exclaimed: "Damn, the pictures I just took are all blank?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yang opened the photo album and saw that the few photos he took just now were only a blank whiteboard, and the tombs, crosses, and lakes were all gone.

This really is hell!

Zheng Yang took another photo, and then kept staring at the photo.

After about five seconds, the color on the photo gradually faded, and then the entire frame became blank.

It's like what Zheng Yang photographed was illusory.

Is it really an illusion? Or is there some kind of rule that interferes and affects taking pictures?

Zheng Yang didn't believe in evil, and took another picture facing the biggest cross.

After a few breaths, the picture began to fade again.

However, at this moment, Zheng Yang discovered something different.

When the cross in the photo faded to a certain extent, one could vaguely see spells and exquisite magic patterns criss-crossing, and then faded away with other colors in an instant.

If Zheng Yang hadn't been staring at it without blinking his eyes, he would never have been able to capture that fleeting scene.

Zheng Yang took two more shots to prove that he was right. It's hard to say anything else in this space, this huge cross is absolutely extraordinary!

Zheng Yang took another picture of the huge tomb, staring at the picture to see it fade.

Repeated three times, the photo of the tomb bag did not show the curse mark when it faded.

"A Bao, did you find anything?"

Tenok noticed Zheng Yang's operation and came over to ask.

Zheng Yang did not hide anything, and told Tennok his discovery, hoping that this experienced explorer could see something.

Sure enough, Tenok's expression became serious after personally verifying it.

"I've seen from an adventure written by a transcendent that a tomb with a curse mark hidden on a cross like this is likely to suppress some kind of powerful undead that is difficult to kill in the tomb. Po, I think we should leave!"

"Let's go!"

Zheng Yang picked up his backpack resolutely and walked towards the stone path first.

The process of going down was smoother. The two climbed backwards and returned to the foothold. Then Zheng Yang used the paracord to put Tennok and the backpack down first, and then climbed down by himself.

Seeing the tombs by the lake, Zheng Yang's heart moved, and he took another photo of a small cross for verification.

It turned out that these small crosses also contained curse marks.

Is the existence of the entire barrier space just to suppress so many undead?

Zheng Yang looked at a large circle of densely packed graves, feeling a little creepy.

Or, is this simply the habitat of an army of undead?