Another Qingfei Pill?
Wu Xie was very surprised. He was very clear about the effects of this thing.
After Ye Han gave him one last time, his mouth was filled with the fragrance of herbs. After eating it, his lungs felt much better.
But didn't Ye Han say there was only one? Where did this one come from?
Wu Xie didn't think too much about it. He swallowed the Qingfei pill and felt much more comfortable.
This was the underground palace of King Nan Hai. How good could the air be?
It was already good enough that they could breathe. Who would care about the quality of the air?
Wu Xie's lungs were already burning, and his breathing became heavier.
Now that he had taken a Qingfei pill, he felt much better.
Ye Han was checking the tomb, and Little Brother Qilin was also helping.
Fatty was lazy. He sat on the ground and began to chatter.
"Why is that candle so godly?”
"When we didn't light the candles, we didn't see anything. We only saw the door after we lit the candles.”
"I thought that this door was an illusion, but now it seems that what I saw before the candle was an illusion!”
Fatty pondered and said.
Hearing this, everyone nodded their heads. That was reasonable.
"This underground palace is very strange. Other than those murals, everything here is leading people into an illusion.”
"We can't rule out the possibility that there are some special components in the air that can affect a person's nerves and brain, causing hallucinations.”
"This candle is very precious. You must keep it well. The burning of the candle can probably neutralize the illusion.”
Ye Han waved the candle in his hand and said.
"Why does it smell like grilled seafood? What is this candle made of?”
Fatty Zhang was very talkative. He said that the candle smelled like seafood.
However, it was not nonsense. There was indeed that smell.
No one could tell the specific composition. The most important thing now was to find a way out.
Under the light of the torchlight, everyone could see the structure of the tomb clearly.
This tomb was very large. There were actually some bronze plates pasted on the surrounding walls!
In the middle of the tomb, a huge bronze bell was hung upside down by chains. There was a coffin below the bell!
"Why does this look so similar to the secret chamber in Yang Daguang's house?!”
Fatty let out a cry of surprise. He quickly stood up and looked at the center of the tomb.
"There is also a device here that can collect thunder!”
Ye Han said.
Fatty had already rushed to the coffin under the bronze bell.
Ye Han and Little Brother Qilin also came over. Wu Xie also walked over and stood at the side to watch.
Only Liu Sang was still lying on the ground.
They pushed open the coffin lid and saw what was inside.
An ancient corpse was lying inside, but it didn't have seven ears. It was just a normal ancient corpse, and there were no signs of it rising.
"Why aren't there any treasures?"
"There's nothing in this coffin other than a corpse!”
Fatty frowned. He thought that there would be some treasure in the coffin. The Thunder God statue was thrown away, and his heart was still aching.
"It looks like this is only a side hall. This should be the coffin of a minister of the King of South Sea. We might be very close to the main hall.”
Ye Han said.
At this moment, Little Brother Qilin had already reached out and knocked on the coffin.
"It's solid."
Fatty heard the sound and knew that the coffin was solid, but he still wanted to study it.
He began to dig the coffin.
Ye Han looked at the bronze plates around him.
"Back then, Third Uncle went to the underground palace of the King of the South Sea for nothing but to listen to the thunder.”
"He used the device here to translate the thunder and hear the ancient language hidden in the thunder.”
"So we can also listen to the thunder here!”
Ye Han said.
Hearing this, Wu Xie slapped his thigh and quickly took out the recorder.
This was left behind by a member of the archeological team. Now, they could listen to the thunder in the side hall and find the secret of Wu San's loss!
When Fatty heard this, he hurriedly tried to stop Wu Xie.
"You can't listen to thunder. Did you forget that the last time you played this tape, the corpse was alive!”
"Who knows, we might even be able to lure out some demons and ghosts!”
Fatty's words made sense.
However, Ye Han smiled.
"Don't worry, Fatty. With me and Little Brother Qilin here, even if something appears, we can deal with it.”
Hearing Ye Han's words, Fatty nodded.
Ye Han was right. With Ye Han and Little Brother Qilin around, what was there to be afraid of?
As he spoke, Wu Xie had already taken out the tape recorder. The coffin lid was also closed. He placed the tape recorder on the coffin, facing the bronze bell.
Then, the recorder started playing and thunder sounded.
Ye Han had already taken out the candle and placed it beside him after lighting it.
When the others saw this scene, they also nodded. This was the safest way to avoid falling into an illusion.
"Rumble…"
With the sound of thunder, the bronze plates in the tomb began to tremble and resonate. Everyone heard it.
Of course, the others couldn't understand it. They could only vaguely hear some ravings and couldn't get any substantial content.
However, Ye Han was different. He was the last Thunder Listening Heavenly Master in the world. He had the ability to listen to thunder. He had already heard some murmurs that carried a kind of majesty!
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