However, Lin Chuan did not tell everyone what he knew.
He had only mentioned the matter of the blood of the Zhang family, but it had already made the adjutant suspicious.
If news of this meteorite were to be leaked now, he was afraid that he would lose his foothold in Changsha.
"Forget it, we won't pursue this anymore. Let's continue walking.”Lord Zeng said to everyone.
This tomb was relatively large, but these black threads seemed to have spread out from the depths of the tomb.
As long as they followed these black threads, they could easily find the next path.
He guessed that this tomb should be a burial chamber. There were so many pits on the ground, so they should be the coffins that were buried with the dead.
However, when the four of them followed the black thread deeper, a strange voice came from ahead.
"What do you guys think that sound is?"
Qi Tiezui immediately became nervous. He hurriedly ran behind Lin Chuan and grabbed his clothes tightly.
It was pitch-black in front of them, and only these black strands that looked like hair lay quietly on both sides of the catacomb.
This voice came from the front, as if someone was calling out.
This gave them quite a fright. Looking around, they saw a tomb. This was where the dead were buried.
The originally quiet place suddenly emitted a sound.
What could not make people's imagination run wild, what could not make Qi Tiezui feel fear?
"It seems to be an opera singer."
Lin Chuan naturally heard this weak voice and said.
"Singing?" Qi Tiezui asked, stunned. That's impossible, right?"
"I'm not deaf, and it sounds like February Red's voice.”Lin Chuan said.
Lord Zeng took a few steps forward and listened carefully.
He was the most familiar with Er Yuehong, and he was most familiar with Er Yuehong's voice.
"A little similar, but not Second Master." Lord Zeng said.
"No matter who it is, it doesn't seem right to suddenly hear an opera singer in this ancient tomb."
There must be something inside. Let's retreat quickly. This is too scary."
"Master Eight, if you're afraid, you can leave first.”Lord Zeng said.
"Then I'll be leaving." Qi Tiezui said with great joy.”
As he was talking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Now that all of them were here, if he went back alone, wouldn't he still be alone?
"Lord Zeng, are you playing with me now? You know that I don't dare to go alone.”Qi Tiezui said helplessly.
"Then shut up and follow us obediently." Lord Zeng said.”
After making a face at Lord Zeng, Qi Tiezui hid behind Lin Chuan.
He knew that Lin Chuan was the only one who could protect him.
"Let's go. It's better to go in and take a look than to talk here.”Lin Chuan said.
Perhaps this opera singer also made Lord Zeng feel a little troubled. Why would an opera singer suddenly appear in an ancient tomb?
"Brother Lin, I'll leave the fortune-telling to you.”Lord Zeng turned his head and said to Lin Chuan.
"Don't worry, he won't die with me around," said Lin Chuan.”
"What are you talking about? Even if you're injured, it won't do. I'm afraid it'll hurt.”Qi Tiezui hurriedly said.
"Alright, alright, I promise you won't get hurt." Lin Chuan said speechlessly.”
As they spoke, the four of them continued to walk forward. The further they went, the more obvious the opera sounds became.
It sounded clearer and clearer.
"Eh? Isn't this Second Master's Coffin Breaker?" Qi Tiezui said.
The Coffin Breaker was a Beijing opera called Butterfly Dream.
It was about a widow fanning a grave by the roadside after Zhuang Zhou attained Dao. She hoped that the grave would dry up quickly so that she could remarry.
So Zhuang Zhou returned home and pretended to die of illness to test his wife.
After he was buried, Zhuang Zhou transformed into a graceful youth and came to offer his condolences.
As expected, his wife was moved by this elegant youth and remarried to him.
On the wedding night, the young man pretended to have a headache. Only the brain of a person who had just died could cure it.
Zhuang Zhou's wife did not hesitate to cut open the coffin and take out Zhuang Zhou's brain to treat her new husband.
Zhuang Zhou suddenly burst out of the coffin and scolded his wife. The wife committed suicide in Zhuang Zhou's new grave after being ashamed.
To suddenly hear the word Coffin Breaker in this place, it was more or less terrifying.
Wasn't this a warning that if they wanted to open the coffin, the corpse would be resurrected? It was exactly the same as what they were doing now.
Just as their imaginations were running wild, a flight of stairs appeared in front of them.
The stairs were only two to three meters deep, and there was a green stone door at the bottom.
The door was also covered by these black threads, and it was much thicker than the ones outside.
The sound of the opera was coming from below, and it was getting clearer and clearer.
Lord Zeng only hesitated for a few seconds in front of the stairs before walking down without hesitation.
"Lord Zeng, be careful!" the adjutant said.
"Follow Brother Lin." Lord Zeng nodded.”
Lord Zeng took the lead and arrived in front of the bluestone door in a few steps.
After taking a deep breath, Lord Zeng pushed open the green stone door. Suddenly, the sound of the opera became clearer.
This was still a tomb, but it looked much smaller than the previous one.
However, this should be the main tomb. There were tomb beasts guarding the four corners of the tomb.
It was impossible to see what was on the walls of the tomb because the black threads had already enveloped the entire tomb.
In the middle of the tomb was an even bigger pit. The four of them could tell at a glance.
The size of the pit was exactly the same as the whistle coffin on the train.
Ever since they had visited Er Yuehong, they had concluded that the whistle coffin was the work of Er Yuehong's ancestor.
There was only one opening left in the coffin, which could only allow one person to reach in and touch the corpse.
This required a lot of boldness and courage, and only people with real kung fu could do it.
Many people wondered why the Whistle Coffin was not sealed but had an opening. Wasn't this just a trap for grave robbers?
Actually, it was not the case. There was an opening in the whistle coffin, which meant that there was something important in the coffin.
The senior didn't have the ability to take it out, so he could only leave a hole for someone with the ability to take the treasure.
In addition, there was a Er Yuehong family's sleeve in the coffin, so they were sure that this was a whistle coffin made by Er Yuehong's ancestor.
It was a pity that Er Yuehong had already sworn to wash his hands of his wife. Otherwise, it would have been easier for him to come.
The four of them carefully examined every stone wall in the tomb, but they did not find anything.
Other than these black threads, there was no value at all.
The music continued to echo in the tomb, as if it came from all directions.
However, everyone was a little stunned. Where did this opera sound come from? Could it be that the ghost of Ancestor Er Yuehong was singing?
Wasn't this too scary? When he thought of the previous situation where they did not interfere with each other.
The few of them naturally thought, could this really be the underworld?
"No, retreat!"
At this moment, Lin Chuan suddenly shouted to the others.
Hearing Lin Chuan's voice, the three of them were a little puzzled. They didn't see anything wrong?
"Brother Lin, did you discover anything?" Lord Zeng asked.
"The temperature here is rising!" Lin Chuan said in a deep voice.”
The temperature in the tomb was originally very low.
With the fire in his hand, the temperature in the tomb was indeed warming up.
"Brother Lin, are you even more timid than me? Isn't it just a little warmer? Isn't that good?”Qi Tiezui said with a smile.
Lin Chuan looked around at the black threads and said,""Look at these black threads for yourselves.”
The three of them were a little puzzled, but they still listened to Lin Chuan carefully stare at these black threads.
"Not good! It was the eggs, the eggs were about to hatch.”
Lord Zeng was the first to notice that something was wrong and exclaimed.
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