A stone monument lies across the silent, dark underground ruins and has stood for thousands of years.

A corpse was lingering in front of the stone monument, waiting for the long darkness, but there was no dawn here, so he couldn't wait.

Who is this?

My heart was greatly shaken, and along with the trembling of the Earth Spirit Pearl, there was an unspeakable emotion stirring up, making it difficult to control myself.

This is definitely not what I want, but the inexplicable sadness lingers, as if an invisible hand full of magic is holding me at this moment. I have become a puppet, unable to control anything, and there are tears in my eyes.

His legs automatically opened and he walked forward step by step.

"Hey, little Weizi, what are you doing? Why are you crying?"

Lao Bai didn't understand why, and stretched out his hand to pull me, but my master stopped me, and then they followed me silently.

The stone tablet is towering, with some strange words written on it. The structure of these words is very old, very similar to the oracle bone inscriptions in the Yin Ruins, but it is obviously older than this kind of writing, and the structure is simpler, just like the words left by humans in the caves during the savagery period.

Just like doodling.

"Such words..."

If it was just because of the influence of the Earth Spirit Pearl that I had some weird emotions before, and therefore was full of desire to explore, then now I am so shocked that I can't even say a word.

Because these words are so familiar to me!!

This is the text in the Book of Ten Thousand Burials that my father often showed me!

What is under the stele is not a complete corpse, in fact, it is just a withered skeleton.

There are not so many mummy corpses in this world, let alone that many wet corpses. They all appeared in special tomb environments after complex changes. In fact, most of the corpses in ancient ruins really only have bones left.

, the north is better, the soil is more alkaline, and most of the bones in the burial pits are quickly melted into the loess, and they look similar to fossils, at least a little harder. The soil in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River is acidic, and many bones cannot be picked up.

It seems that the person in front of me has no coffin and the place is still ventilated. The bones have long been brittle and can barely maintain their shape. I dare say that if you go up to it, you can crush the bones into powder.

It was wrapped in a long robe that had been weathered and was in tatters, with almost only strips of cloth remaining.

Moreover, it lost one arm, and the other hand was holding a knife, supporting the bones and sitting here for thousands of years, but now the knife has become as rusty as scrap metal.

Surrounding this corpse, there are countless bones, both human and animal. You can still vaguely see the posture of these bones when they fell to the ground. They kept moving forward, as if they wanted to pounce on the bones under the stone monument.

All these clues are connected together, and the identity of the bones under the stone tablet has been revealed!

"He is my ancestor, the last heavenly official!"

I looked at this corpse and felt mixed emotions in my heart.

This is the last ceremonial officer in the world, a ceremonial officer who can be called a heavenly official. Our lineage has been passed down for thousands of years. Until now, in fact, it is just putting gold on one's face. I

I think even my dad knows very well that after the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were no more heavenly officials in the world, and all that was left were just a bunch of descendants in name only!

"This knife is very interesting!"

Lao Bai's eyes were very sharp and he saw the inscription on the sword at a glance. He smiled and said: "The Baipi sword, this is a legendary sword. It was made by Cao Cao in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. It is recognized by dragons, tigers, bears, birds and sparrows.

Five, one each for Cao Pi, Cao Zhi, and Cao Lin, and two for Cao Cao. Look at the sword in this man's hand. The blade is long and narrow, with a strange arc. The shape is like a furious dragon soaring into the sky, soaring ninety thousand miles.

This should be the most precious dragon-shaped knife among the five hundred swords!

It is said that this dragon-shaped sword was the favorite of Cao Cao. He had long wanted to be an emperor. However, there were too many heroes in the world, staring eagerly at that man. Anyone who dared to go up would be killed immediately. He was so scared that his eggs shrank, so he could only

He came to hold the emperor hostage and commanded the princes. He stared at the emperor and drooled all his life. This knife entrusted his ambition to soar into the sky. He was still thinking about it until he died, and it was buried with him in the ground.

Who is Cao Cao? He is the originator of tomb robbers in the world. General Faqiu and Colonel Mojin are all fooling around with him. The coffin boards that tortured the dead can't hold it down. When it's his turn, he will naturally

I was afraid of being pulled out of the coffin, so I set up thirty-six suspicious tombs. Until now, I haven't heard of anyone discovering the real cave.

However, now it seems that your ancestor has already taken action and stolen all the dragon-shaped knives. He must have demolished the ancestral graves of the old Cao family!"

I don’t know where this grandson came from so many gossips. Just by looking at Ya’s expression, I knew I hadn’t held back a good idea. My eyes turned red when I stared at the Baipi Dao. I grabbed him hastily. I was about to remind him that this is my old man.

Ancestors.

In the end, as if he guessed what I was about to say, he swatted my hand away and said seriously: "Little Weizi, don't say anything. Brothers have settled accounts. Since ancient times, treasures have been kept by the virtuous.

Don’t you think this knife suits me well?”

He straightened his back and tried hard to show off as a proud man. Not to mention, this grandson's appearance is really good, but it's a pity that none of us here don't know what kind of virtue he is. Looking at it this way, let alone say that he is.

The proud son of heaven, the whole mythical beast is like a mud horse.

"It's so dark. He keeps calling me brother, but as soon as he turns around, he thinks about his ancestors. This brother is really good!"

Brother Yaozi sneered: "Jingzhe, leave him alone and let him do it here. If he dares to touch that knife, we brothers will kill him."

"Damn it, Yaozi, are you trying to do something evil again?"

Brother Yaozi seemed to be joking, but Lao Bai immediately jumped to his feet: "Mr. Zhang is here, if you dare to do anything to me, I won't get any good results from you!"

As he said that, Lao Bai took my hand and said quickly: "Little Weizi, don't believe this turtle grandson. This turtle grandson is the worst. Everyone in the industry knows that he is not a good guy. He even followed me the night before.

Liu Laowei'er drank and punched each other and called each other brothers, and the relationship was strong. The next day, he tricked her into going into the pit to get something. As a result, a blue and white jar was placed upwards. Without saying a word, he hit her head with a crowbar and followed.

It was like playing a whack-a-mole. It is said that their heads flew up and they were smashed directly into the burglar's hole. Even an old man in his seventies was not spared. Do you think this is still a human being? The old man stuck out his butt and followed him there.

He worked for a day and ended up like this. If you believe him, he might give you a crowbar one day!"

I walked around these two people, one was honest on the surface and had a sinister heart inside, and the other was a good-looking person with a dirty look, but neither of them was reliable anyway, so I simply stopped talking and stared at the stone tablet non-stop.

"I said, little Weizi, are you really not going to get this knife? This is really a treasure. Although it has a little bit of rust, it is in very good condition. Once you go back and take care of it, it will definitely be worth your money. Just like that Wu

Just like Wang Fuchai's sword, it is definitely a magic weapon. There are not many such well-preserved famous swords in this industry now. You can be polite with your friends, and you can be polite with your wife, but don't be polite with your father. Although this is your ancestor

, but it is no different from your father. It is only natural to inherit his legacy. You are the only one in the old Wei family!"

Lao Bai was still chattering in front of me about his ideas of nibbling on old people. At the end, he didn't forget to bring himself with him: "I really don't think you see it like this. Brother, go over and get it back for you. I don't want your things, so I'll just take a look at them."

Can it be done at a glance?”

Look at your mother...

If I really let you take a look, why don't you get in there? If you look at it for a while, it will become yours!

I cursed in my heart and was pissed off by this bastard. I waved the Tianguan Blade and said angrily: "If you dare to touch the body of my ancestor today, I will definitely kill you with a sap!"

"I advise you not to touch that thing."

My master smiled and said: "That sword has already had spirituality. I am afraid that it will follow the last heavenly official for a lifetime. He is dead, but the sword is not dead. Otherwise, where do you think the bones around it come from?

This heavenly official is sitting here cross-legged, and the demons and monsters he suppressed are naturally not angry, and may want to whip the corpse to vent their anger, so they all confessed themselves to it, so you'd better not get into trouble."

This time Lao Bai finally stopped.

"Jingzhe, look at what's written on this stone tablet. This writing is exactly the sacrificial inscription passed down from your family, and we don't recognize it!"

My master said again: "It's better to find the way quickly. The Demon Burial Tomb can't be that simple. We have reached the end in just a few steps. We haven't seen the real owner yet. The way must be hidden here. Maybe

There are clues in the words on this stone tablet."

funeral oration!

This is the first time I have heard of this word, and it is still in our family heirloom, which is a bit interesting.

So, "The Book of Ten Thousand Burials" was written in this kind of sacrificial text?

With this thought in mind, I subconsciously moved closer to the stone monument.

In fact, I don’t understand all the sacrificial texts. My father never taught me this kind of writing at all. All the scriptures he showed me were translated by him and given to me. However, the original version of the scriptures has always been with me.

It was kept in the store and has now been moved to the Zhenwu Temple. Although I have not systematically studied the text above, I have read the translations and compared them with each other. I can still understand some of the sacrificial texts, but it is more difficult to decipher them.

Not as easy as my dad.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the Tianguan Blade in my hand trembled and started to get hot!

I was a little surprised. After this thing was sealed by my master, it rarely reacted. At this time, it had such a change, which really surprised me. When I lowered my head and looked around, I happened to see the person.

The bones of the last heavenly official...

There was a strange smile on that skull...

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