As he climbed down, Chen Wenxuan realized that Francolin Whistle was working harder than him.
Francolin Whistle not only climbed quickly, but he also searched carefully. He touched almost every part of the rock wall covered by vines, afraid that he would miss any secret passage.
Chen Wenxuan could roughly guess what Francolin Whistle was thinking.
Francolin Whistle believed that the main tomb chamber contained the Melting Dust Bead, or clues to its whereabouts.
Actually, Francolin Whistle had guessed correctly.
There were indeed clues related to the Dust Bead in the main tomb.
However, that clue was useless. It was a clue to the Divine Book of the Dragon Bone. He remembered that the Divine Book of the Dragon Bone was the instruction manual for the Dust Bead.
Thinking of this, Chen Wenxuan felt a little itchy in his heart.
The clues related to the Dust Bead in the main tomb pointed to the Great Buddhist Temple of Tongtian in Western Xia, which was also a treasure cave of the Western Xia royal family.
A royal treasure cave, just thinking about it made him drool!
"Swoosh!"
Just as Chen Wenxuan was letting his imagination run wild, the sound of a sword being slashed rang out.
Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Zhe Gushao not far away holding a kukri knife and cutting the vines on the cliff with an excited expression.
"Dao brother, did you find it?"
Chen Wenxuan's eyes lit up when he saw the joy on his face. He climbed over the vines.
Not far away, Chen Yulou and the others also noticed the commotion and moved over.
"The tomb is here!"
Francolin Whistle replied in a low voice, and his actions of clearing the vines became faster and faster.
Chen Wenxuan immediately perked up when he heard what Francolin Whistle said.
Finish work early!
He looked past the vines and saw that there was indeed a tomb hidden in the rock wall.
This catacomb was only half broken. It looked like it had been broken. It should have been caused by the earthquake.
He held the oil lamp and shone it inside. At the end of the light, a figure could be vaguely seen.
"Corpse King?"
Chen Wenxuan immediately thought of the Corpse King of Pingshan. He stepped on the centipede ladder used by Zhe Gushao and jumped into the catacomb.
Only after entering the tomb did he realize that the figure was not the Corpse King.
It was a tall male corpse that stood motionless. His head was lowered and his arms were hanging down. His appearance could not be seen clearly. His body was covered in dust. From the thickness of the dust, this male corpse should not have moved for many years.
Although the dust was thick, one could still see that the male corpse was wearing armor. However, the armor was the size of a wolf's shoulder, which proved that the male corpse was at most a deputy general.
There was also a short spear on the ground beside him, and a skeleton was strung on the short spear.
The moment he saw the skeleton, Chen Wenxuan's expression turned serious. He slowly took out the steel knife from his back.
The skeleton on the ground was wearing Miao Yi, and there was a small bamboo basket beside it.
Clearly, the skeleton was a herbalist when it was alive.
Because she had accidentally entered this place to pick herbs, she was killed by this male corpse in front of her.
Thinking of this, the identity of the male corpse was clear.
Tomb Guardian General!
The mausoleum guarding general referred to the general who guarded the tomb for the tomb owner.
In the early days, only members of the royal family had the right to set up tomb guards in the tomb.
This was because those who were qualified to become Tomb Guarding Generals were all fierce generals who could fight against a hundred people when they were alive. They were at least generals in the army. Only the members of the Imperial Family had the right to let them guard their graves after death, or even be buried with them.
Later on, the mausoleum guarding trend became more and more intense, and after it spread to the army, it received the recognition of a large number of soldiers.
The generals believed that setting up a mausoleum guard in the tomb would not only protect the tomb from theft, but also allow them to continue leading their soldiers in the Underworld.
The soldiers believed that it was the most glorious thing to guard the tomb of a brave general they worshipped.
So now, there were Tomb Guardians in many noble tombs.
Nobles with followers would ask their descendants to move their followers into their graves after their followers died.
The more black-hearted ones would even order people to dig up ancient tombs in various places before they died, bringing the undead into the dangerous places to wake them up and seal them in their own tombs. The more exaggerated ones would have more than ten tomb guards in each tomb.
The tomb guarding general in front of him should have volunteered to guard the tomb for the Yuan Dynasty general. Otherwise, the Yuan Dynasty general would have sealed the tomb path and left the tomb guarding general with nowhere to escape.
Because in the Yuan Dynasty, voluntary burial was encouraged and approved.
As long as a general's prestige was high enough, even if there were thousands of soldiers willing to be buried with him, it would be fine. The emperor would allow it.
"I'll vent my anger on you first!"
Chen Wenxuan gripped the steel blade tightly and moved toward the Mausoleum Guard General.
The six-winged centipede earlier was too ferocious. He could not fight it head-on at all. He was very aggrieved.
It was all good now.
The dumplings of the Yuan Dynasty were only 700 years old. He didn't have any pressure cutting them!
When Chen Wenxuan was only five steps away from the Tomb Guardian General, the latter woke up without any warning and suddenly pounced toward Chen Wenxuan.
This movement caused the armor on its body to clang. The thick dust that had accumulated on its body scattered, stirring up a cloud of dust in the cave.
"Go to hell!"
However, Chen Wenxuan was prepared. The moment the Tomb Guardian General moved, he raised his leg and kicked forward.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out as Chen Wenxuan's foot landed squarely on the Tomb Guardian General's chest, sending him back a few steps.
Immediately after, Chen Wenxuan held the knife with both hands and went forward excitedly.
"What a noob."
"Finally, I've picked up a soft persimmon!"
"Don't blame me, blame the Six-Winged Centipede!”
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