Cultivating Master In City

The picture depicts dozens of maids and maids in the long view or close view, either preparing seats and long tables for the banquet, or carrying all kinds of wine, water and dishes. The expression and body of each maid were vividly depicted like a divine pen, reproducing the banquet scene in the imperial palace.

Zhou Yi is acutely aware that a young woman in the picture who is obviously the head of a maid is looking at him. Yes, just look, look at him with your eyes. Zhou Yi tilted his head, and his eyes turned slightly with his head. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but he found that the portrait had not changed at all.

But Zhou Yi knows that she is absolutely right. The young woman was looking at herself just now. His hand touched it and felt the smell inside. The maid moved and dodged. She was half sideways facing him. At this time, her whole body turned around, lowered her head, and half squatted down to bless Zhou Yifu. Then he looked at Zhou Yi with lively eyes and even an ambiguous and resentful look.

"Can you see me?"

"It's a strange spell that locks people's souls in the strokes. It's the pen of the demon clan."

"Are you a human? Not a royal family? Then how can you enter the mausoleum? Can you save me?" the beautiful maid turned her big bright eyes, and was very sad and pitiful.

Not only the maid, but also the maids around them came alive, gathered together, bowed down to Zhou Yi and begged. Some maids even began to undress and strip, revealing an alternative style of murals.

Zhou Yi didn't reply. He is not the kind of chivalrous knight who upholds justice. He knew that the maid in front of him was stripped of her soul before she died, and then imprisoned in the mural with magic. Generally speaking, as long as there is enough spirit of death, the soul will survive in the mural. It is a very luxurious way of burial for the demon nobles.

Zhou Yi didn't think of this before. When he saw that the seal was broken, he understood. If you break the mural, you can release the soul, but the soul will immediately become a fierce ghost and attack all tomb robbers who dare to enter the mausoleum.

"Well? It seems that you are the guard of this door. Can you open the door for me?" Zhou Yi is not unable to open the stone door in front of him, but can use wisdom. Why use the stupid method of smashing the door?

The head maid turned her eyes, nodded, and waved her hands on both sides. The waiting women who were still seemed to start running. All the portraits moved and pushed, concentrating all the elements in the pattern to the left, and then the portraits also hidden to the left. As the pattern on the right becomes blank, the stone gate slowly starts and slides to the left.

The stone door opens and Zhou Yi enters a small tomb. At this time, in front of Zhou Yi is a stone house with an area of about 120 square meters, in which the bodies of more than a dozen girls lie. Yes, it's the girl's body. I don't know if they have been soaked in formalin. The bodies of these girls actually give people a fresh feeling. If the stone gate is not opened and a light wind blows, the clothes, clothes, skin and meat on those bodies will be turned into fly ash and disappear. I'm afraid Zhou Yi thinks what he sees is really a living person.

These girls are the bodies of the maidens on the murals, but they have become white bones at this time. Just now, the shape of those girls was deeply imprinted in his mind. The faces of those girls were smiling, even with a pleasant flush, as if they were not dying, but just sleeping in Begonia spring.

Zhou Yi sighed. Of course he knew what had happened just now. These maids were all martyrs. In modern times, it is not unreasonable to criticize slave society and feudal society. At least in terms of human rights, slave society and feudal society are completely unreasonable. Why should we be superior to others?

With a heavy heart, Zhou Yi came out of the chambermaid's burial room and came to the other side. There was also a stone gate on this side, and there were also traces of colored paintings on the stone gate. He carefully scraped off the thick mud on it and exposed the color murals inside. Although it was not as well preserved as the banquet picture of the maid opposite, the characters were lifelike.

This is a picture of a group of muscular men with bare upper bodies digging a mine. The picture is absolutely exquisite and vivid. He saw the image of a man with a whip in his hand standing out on a boulder. Almost when Zhou Yi saw him in his eyes, the supervisor turned around, knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

"Open the door!" a long chant seemed to penetrate the ancient times and echoed in Zhou Yi's ear in an instant.

Many coolies took action one after another and boldly moved the mountain that had been digging but not decided, revealing a blank. The stone gate split a gap from the middle, and then the gap gradually expanded, and the darkness inside gradually spread out.

When the stone gate was almost opened, Zhou Yi did not rashly go in, but looked inside with a heavy face. When Yeming's light roughly reflected the situation inside, Zhou Yi took a hard breath. This is a larger tomb. I'm afraid it's 10 times larger than the tombs of the accompanying maidens just now? The number of white bones inside is about ten times? The only difference is that the white bones are scattered all over the tomb. The bones in the middle are thin, and the bones next to the wall are thick. More than dozens of metacarpal bones are deeply embedded in the walls of the tomb, which looks terrible.

I think this tomb is also buried with others, but these are living martyrs. At least those maids were killed after being poisoned with poison. These coolies, the builders responsible for digging out the tombs of the monarchs of the Kingdom, were trapped here and died unwilling.

With a heavy heart, Zhou Yi turned and left. Not long after he left, the stone gate behind him suddenly closed, blocking the scene of near death despair.

Zhou Yi knows that this end is not the entrance. He recalls one item and thinks that there were colored paintings when he came in just now. Those colored paintings are more lifelike and can be called high-quality products.

Zhou Yi turned back and came to the corridor. After scraping off the mud deposited on it, he exposed the colorful murals inside. The difference from the two stone gates is that there are as many as 24 murals here. After careful discrimination, I found that what stood out was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and five long beards. Or war, or garden, or banquet, the handsome middle-aged man was elated and domineering.

Maybe these murals depict the owner of the tomb? It should be Yan Yunlie Hong, the last monarch of Yanyun Dynasty. Behind the stone gates on both sides are buried maids and slaves. So, where is the main Tomb of the tomb owner? It should be far from these two tombs. Zhou Yi carefully searched for clues. These colored paintings are really just works of art, not the terrible painting magic of painting with living souls.

Having seen the ingenious design of the stone gate, Zhou Yi believes that it is just like the same designed tomb, so it must leave a cable in the mural. With a heart, I found something strange. In front of a mural of the tomb owner embracing Shuangmei and watching the troops, Zhou Yi stopped. Only the protagonist in this mural gives people the most real feeling.

Zhou Yi looked straight at the tomb owner of the king's high crown on the mural. Originally, the owner of the tomb, who embraced beauty on the left and Jiao on the right, sat up straight, "bold thief! Dare to peep at the king!" the eyes of the owner of the tomb released two heroic lights, as if there were thousands of knives and blades hidden inside.

Zhou Yi snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, this is also a kind of Dharma array. However, in Zhou Yi's opinion, this array is just a piece of cake. His eyes also radiated two auras. These two auras were the light of aura condensed by Zhou Yi. When he looked at Yan yunliehong in the mural, the puppet in the mural even gave a miserable hum, covered his eyes with his hands, and a blood line flowed out from the gap between his fingers.

Almost at the same time, I noticed that there was something different behind me. I didn't have to look back at all. I knew what was attacking me behind me. Right behind him, in a picture of thousands of troops fighting, Yan Yunlie Hong waved the spear in his hand. The spear in the image turned into a real spear and stabbed Zhou Yi. However, the spear pierced Zhou Yi's body, as if it had hit steel, and the spear tip suddenly broke.

Zhou Yi turns around, grabs the spear like lightning and gently pulls Yan yunliehong out of the mural. Yan yunliehong appeared in the mural as thin as a piece of paper, but it is somewhat similar to the ghost. This is an ancient art of cultivating immortals. It smears the master's blood on a special Rune paper, and then makes a substitute that is almost the same as his own body.

"Good, just stay here honestly." Zhou Yi grabbed the talisman paper of the avatar spell and pressed the talisman paper on the mountain map.

Zhou Yi's palm left the wall. Among the many coolies in the mountain opening map, suddenly there was a middle-aged noble and beautiful man wearing gorgeous armor. It was Yan yunliehong.

"You were cheated by such a faint king to repair the mausoleum, but he ordered you to be buried in a tomb that will never see the sun at the last moment. Do you have resentment? You can kill the double of this faint king."