Before Xuan Ji could scream, Sheng Lingyuan hooked him to his side, protected him in his arms, loosened his hand, and rolled down the route of rolling down his sleeves.

This fall almost caused all the internal organs to be thrown out. Sheng Lingyuan's chest was numb for a moment, and he didn't breathe, almost losing consciousness... but he was not injured.

At the same time, the phone with no signal in Xuan Ji's pocket flew out, threw it out more than ten meters, and the screen lit up.

The faint light shone at the bottom of the abyss, and under them were a large thick leaf of plant leaves, like blankets, and the green vines emerged from the middle like blood vessels... a human body.

The "person" hung on a familiar bronze tripod, and its limbs had turned into green vines, extending everywhere.

Xuan Ji got up, picked up his phone, shone it with a flashlight, and opened the dense green vines and branches under their feet.

I saw that the other end of the green vine was nailed to a skeleton that was even bigger than the half-blooded Vermilion Bird.

It is as big as half a mountain, and its head is also facing the southwest-Chiyuan.

Unlike the half-blooded Vermilion Bird on the tomb altar, this skeleton is very light and sharp, with a prominent sternum, without a terrible jaw and fangs, and the wings behind it are extremely wide... It looks more like a pure winged clan.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a while, as if he felt something. He raised his hand almost tremblingly and touched the skeleton.

Sheng Lingyuan: "What?"

"I seemed... dug my own grave." Xuan Ji let out a breath, "It's so exciting."

He said, lifting up the flashlight and illuminating the man on the bronze tripod.

The "person" has become a mummy, and his facial features can still be seen.
Chapter completed!