The "Tomb of the Wind Words" stone tomb is located on a depleted scrap iron pit, a journey from Moshantiel.

However, Wang Fujian, who was able to explore the reasons for "openness and integrity", chose another increasingly prosperous "Diamond Lake" mining town.

When he knew that one meter deep wood and soil, two rock layers with thick brown pads, one finger of thick metal plates or paper-like lead sheets had a certain hindering effect on the prophecy spell, he spent three years accumulating lead sheets to lay hidden caves-just believe that he was indeed hiding in the cave.

Facing a tomb where files were called and missing, he took it even more seriously.

Under the influence of the land belief of the Leathermans and the supply demand of the Golden Road, most of the residents of Diamond Lake Town, which have developed slowly are foreigners, half miners and half past business travelers. After working every day, they are also addicted to the dazzling array of taverns and brothels on Artery Street.

Wang Fujian directly chose the "Wild Wolf Tavern" on the long street. The stripper who was posing at their doorstep was definitely the most notorious.

He spent a full afternoon with dozens of gold coins to find out the key news in the story of countless alcoholics bragging about his birth on the road to gold.

For example, the mine that had been on a day trip was almost exhausted fifty years ago. Later, the mine owner died unexpectedly and after the lease ended, the mine was completely abandoned.

I also learned from the mouth of an old drunkard full of yellow teeth-

Thirty years ago, the son of one of his friends, Alasto Houtu, was in the rebellious stage. After a family quarrel in his future career, he ran directly into the Tomb of Fengyu, and was also gone.

Then he asked the name of the old miner in the abandoned mine, and after visiting the house with fine wine, he also successfully learned something from the old man-

About sixty years ago, and before the mine was abandoned, there was a famous writer Yulawent archaeologist who led more than a dozen members of the Explorer Association to travel thousands of miles across the ocean to explore the cemetery.

But the incident ended in a tragedy. In the end, Yulawent, the entire team, returned alive, and the others were buried in the tomb.

The old miner said that he still remembers it vividly, and the other party was panicking when he was urinating out.

Therefore, Wang Fujian used several bottles of special "fire wine" to obtain an old map from seventy years ago in the Militia Regiment of Ore Lake - clearly marked with the four words "Tomb of Wind Words".

On the contrary, the new map provided by Carlo was not marked at all. It only relied on the widow's memory and marked the approximate location on it with bare hands.

The more he investigated the information on scraps, the more he felt the more foggy Wang Fujian felt.

If it weren't for the investigation, the call of spirituality became stronger, even if he held the "Nine-Ring Star Construct" and the "Simulated Eight-Ring Shadow Illusion" in his hand, he would have wanted to give up retreating.

In the end, Wang Fujian turned around and found out the location of the black market in the bar.

Here, early the next morning, he arrived at the "Tomb of Fengyu" which was a short distance from the abandoned mine office and headed eastward.

At this time, two skeletons, one left and one right behind, stood behind him, one from the left and one from the right.

Last night, Wang Fujian inquired about some nearby areas with strong negative energy in the black market. Finally, he found two creatures that were revived into skeletons in a wet abandoned hut. Then he used the ability of "reprimanding undead creatures" to uniform the two skeletons.

If there were no recent footprints on the scene and the trampling of branches and leaves at the entrance of the cave, he might not have been able to find this place when looking at the map.

Looking at the densely packed remains and fallen leaves and branches, and the growing vines that nourished and grew under the sunlight, Wang Fujian ordered.

"Open the way, mow the grass!"

The two skeletons who were skulls immediately had their soul fires shiny suddenly. They moved their leg bones with broken leg armor, moved to the entrance of the cave, immediately waved their hand axes, and cut them aimlessly.

Wang Fujian held a black scepter in his hand and honestly portrayed the holy emblem of Leatherman's three mainstream beliefs on the ground.

Roses bloom on the golden wheat ears in the shape of the sun-shaking golden wheat crown - the mother of the earth.

A blue and white star is in the center, shining with light - the magic goddess Mistera.

The golden-horned blue-eyed unicorn head facing the left--the forest goddess Melikay.

"Lord in heaven, great mother, Lord who nourishes all things-given to me..."

In turn, he silently praised these three kind goddesses, but the prayer was more of—

If my sisters help me this time, I will definitely go to the church to worship some property and so on.

After all, when he became a file, Wang Fujian felt the mysterious and terrifying existence, and now he was still scared.

At present, we can only use local gods to boost the market.

At the same time, the Holy Emblem is also the marking signal he left for future generations to find his own.

After more than ten minutes of chopping, the skeletons cleared a hole for people to pass through, and Wang Fujian immediately followed into the tunnel leading to the abdomen of the mountain.

The terrain in the front section of the tunnel was difficult, and the skeletons were shaking when they got up. After passing through completely, they entered a bright passage with two floors in height.

Natural dim light shines in through the tunnel, vaguely lit up the dark corridor leading to the north.

Wang Fujian carefully took out the torch from his backpack and lit it, and the warmth enveloped the three-foot space around him.

He saw the ceiling made of smooth marble above, and the wall behind him was skewedly carved with "names". They were all the deadly groups who came in to test their courage before.

A horizontal line is cut overall at the waist of the wall, and a row of simple geometric patterns are arranged on it.

When the fire shone, Wang Fujian found that the lines included both the master's careful carving and the invasion of the sword and the axe.

The colored porcelain patch paintings above are still brightly colored under the erosion of time, suggesting that the owner of the tomb was once prominent.

Following the airflow of the passage, there was a hissing whisper in the slight breeze, as if there were living people sighing deeply at the end of the darkness.

However, as a fearless necromancer, he has dealt with the corpse without fear at all.

No one can be sure if anyone is scared.

"Take a way forward, No. 1." Wang Fujian directed.

Then Skeleton No. 1 tied a sandbag around her waist, moved step by step in the passage in front, and accumulated dust on the ground and stepped on the bone marks of the soles of the feet.

Wang Fujian even took the delay into consideration.

When he really didn't respond, he followed one footprint after another on the way out of No. 1.

No. 2 followed closely behind.

Then they came to the first cross point, with an alcove on both sides of the left and right, and the ground was full of deep pits. Obviously, there were once streams such as incense braziers on it, which had been poached by tomb robbers, leaving behind a messy and chaotic hole.

In an instant, Wang Fu stopped. He noticed the subtle footprints on the ground, but could not tell what animal it was.

His "careless" flaw makes him easily lowered his guard against the surroundings, but it does not affect his ability to search under concentration.

Only then did he realize that there was a black and moldy rolled cover on the alcove on the west side, which seemed to be made of cotton and linen.

The second skeleton immediately walked up to poke according to the instructions, and instantly the ball of things turned into dust and shattered.

What garbage.

Wang Fujian was full of complaints, and it is most likely that the bedding left by his predecessors was not taken away.

By the way, was he too cautious?

No matter how you look, it looks like a place where countless tomb robbers are patronized by them, even the slag is sucked dry.

When he was doubting himself, he noticed that there seemed to be a green light flashing in the dark passage.

Suddenly, I heard from my ears.

He moaned and sang softly in the lonely late night!
Chapter completed!