When he returned to the guest house.
It was almost ten o'clock at night.
He was already physically and mentally exhausted after crossing the mountains during the day.
The moment they returned, Wu Xie and Da Kui's eyelids kept rolling and they yawned non-stop. Wu Sansheng immediately chased them to sleep.
He didn't even need to wash up.
She burrowed into her sleeping bag. Within half a minute, snoring sounds could be heard.
"Daoist Priest Zhou, Little Brother Zhang, are you alright for now?”
Looking at Zhou Mu and Zhang Qi Ling, Wu San Sheng asked.
Both of them shook their heads.
"Alright, we can discuss the matter of tomorrow's fight.”
As he spoke, Wu Sansheng took out the silk book and a tourist map beside it.
Zhou Mu glanced at him.
It should be a rubbing.
There were at least a few hundred words on it.
The font was strange, like a big seal script, but it was more erratic.
He knew that during the Warring States Period, each vassal state had their own writing system, which caused the writing system of that era to be extremely chaotic.
Until Qin destroyed the six countries.
Only then did they unify the words.
However, after looking at it for a moment, he could not find a map from the words.
This was not his fault.
After all, the number of people who could recognize calligraphy and paintings could be counted on one hand.
Only Wu Sansheng, who had extensive knowledge and deep attainments in ancient prose, could understand it.
He picked up a pen.
Almost without hesitation, he quickly wrote several strokes on the map.
A few red marks appeared in a row.
"Eh?"
He only looked at the map for a moment.
Wu Sansheng's face suddenly revealed a touch of surprise.
"Third Master, what's wrong?"
"This Warring States Tomb is quite interesting. I finally understand why the old master said that if you go there alive, you won't be able to return.”
The more Wu Sansheng looked, the more amazed he was.
His eyes were burning like fire.
Seeing this, the others were even more curious. They did not know what he had seen.
"Third Master, don't keep us in suspense. What's going on?”
Pan Zi was a boorish man and had always been straightforward.
He scratched his head anxiously and asked.
Not only him, Zhou Mu and Zhang Qi Ling were also shocked.
"Look."
Wu Sansheng picked up the map and pointed at a circle.
"This should be the place where the old master mentioned the cauldron.”
"This mountain range is high in the front and low in the back. In Feng Shui, this is called a water dragon or a hidden dragon in the abyss.”
"It just happens to be the dragon head of the entire dragon vein.”
"According to Xunlong Dianxue, the tomb owner must be buried under the dragon's head.”
He spoke at a moderate speed and spoke very clearly.
Pan Zi nodded." That's right, Third Master. The dragon-headed coffin is an old rule. What's the problem?"”
"That's the problem."
Wu Sansheng pointed at the map." Look at the entire terrain of this place. It's shaped like a gourd.”
Following the direction of his finger.
Zhou Mu looked down.
It was true.
The original map was vast and he couldn't figure it out at all.
However, after Wu Sansheng drew a few places, the entire dragon vein became clear.
The Southern Sect's Master Tu was best at using Feng Shui to break the situation.
From the looks of it, the rumors were true.
"This is the mouth of the gourd. If you don't go in, you won't know that there's another cave.”
"I can guarantee that the person who designed this tomb is definitely an expert in the Earth Vein Green Crow Art.”
"Burying an ancient cauldron at the mouth of the gourd and placing a human head pit, one after another. Those who are not skilled will be led by the nose when they arrive.”
"And there's definitely a trap set up underneath.”
"That's why…they say that if you go, you won't be able to come back alive.”
Wu Sansheng lit a cigarette.
Even he felt some lingering fear after seeing the entire layout.
However, what followed was an even stronger interest.
It was like a martial artist who rarely met an opponent and suddenly bumped into an evenly matched enemy.
The fighting spirit that was engraved in the bones of the fighting man was ignited.
"Then Third Master, won't we be able to capture him easily this time?”
Pan Zi's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but rub his hands.
"It's not that easy." Wu Sansheng poured a bucket of cold water on him." With this map, we can only say that we have avoided detours, but before we step on the plate, who dares to say that we have absolute confidence?”
……
The night passed in the blink of an eye.
The next morning.
The few of them had a simple breakfast and set off from Tianjing Village with only a few basic tools.
It looked close on the map.
However, when they really walked on the mountain road, they finally understood what it meant to run away like a dead horse.
They walked for two to three hours.
They finally arrived at the collapsed mountain.
The traces of the mudslide were still there.
The road was dug up by the people from the nearby villages, but no one cleaned up the rocks that fell into the valley.
The water in the entire river was cut off from the middle, leaving only a stream.
On both sides were steep cliffs.
It was not an easy task to climb over.
Fortunately, it was the dry season now, and the water in the valley was very shallow. Large pieces of gravel were exposed on both sides of the river, and it was just enough for them to walk through.
In the group.
Other than Wu Xie's weak physique.
The others were all ruthless people.
He did not rest much along the way.
Even so, it was not until two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun began to set, that they finally arrived at the mouth of the gourd on the map.
There were indeed traces of soil being filled in the mountains under their feet.
It was exactly as the old man had said.
Tents, wine bottles, lunch boxes, and other trash could be seen everywhere in the dense forest.
It should have been left behind by his peers.
However, they did not stop and continued to go in.
They walked for another half an hour.
Wu Sansheng took out the map and carefully compared it before nodding.
"There's no mistake. This is where the real dragon head is.”
After saying that, he walked around the valley and finally chose a low-lying place. He stepped on it and made a shallow pit.
"Pan Zi, get a shovel and shine it on this place.”
"Alright, Third Master." Pan Zi responded.
He then took off his backpack and took out sections of spiral steel pipes. In a few moves, he assembled them into a shovel that was two to three meters long.
He and Da Kui were in charge of shoveling.
Wu Sansheng placed his hand on the wall of the pipe and focused on sensing the movements coming from below.
This scene looked extremely mysterious.
Wu Xie's eyes were filled with amazement.
However, Zhou Mu knew that this thing was extremely challenging. Without a few years or more of experience, it was impossible to even think about it.
"I got it!"
Just as Da Kui was about to hammer down.
Wu Sansheng suddenly opened his eyes.
The latter immediately stopped and pulled the shovel out of the ground.
Each shovel carried soil.
Wu Sansheng didn't even look.
However, when the last section was pulled out.
His expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost.
Wu Xie, who had come forward, sat on the ground. Even Pan Zi gasped.
Zhou Mu, who was standing behind them.
Before he could move forward, he sensed a pungent smell of blood.
He frowned and looked over.
He saw the soil brought up by the shovel.
It was a gloomy dark red color.
It was as if he had been soaked in blood.
Drops of blood flowed down.
"F * ck, the Blood Fiend is buried in the ground. This is not a good sign!”
I've been too busy over the new year, so I'm updating a little late.
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