Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

When everyone arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already evening.

Looking at the deep pool from a close distance, it was much larger than imagined, a pool of clear water, deep and bottomless.

More than a dozen waterfalls flowed down and poured into the deep pool, and the splashing water vapor lowered the temperature around.

Everyone found a dry place on the shore to camp and lit a bonfire to cook.

As night fell, the only sound around was the rumbling sound of water and the sound of people talking.

Er Yuehong asked while eating.

"Mr. Ji, are you really sure that the underground palace is under the water?"

Blackback Laoliu also said curiously.

"To build an underground palace underwater, what a huge project it would take!"

Ji Changsheng pointed to the surrounding mountains and explained the principles of Feng Shui.

According to the Feng Shui orientation, this deep pool is the center of the water dragon formation. Unless King Xian does not abide by the Feng Shui rules, he will never be wrong.

As for how to build an underwater underground palace, according to his speculation, it is indeed a huge project.

First, we need to cut off the upstream waterfall, and then dig several artificial canals to drain the water in the deep pool until the pool is completely dry, and then we can carry out construction at the bottom of the pool.

As he said this, he pointed to the rivers around.

"Half of these rivers are naturally formed, and the other half are artificially excavated."

"There are nine rivers in total, forming a nine-curve dragon shape, which is also part of the Feng Shui formation."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

In ancient times when productivity was backward, only hundreds of thousands of laborers could be used to build such a huge project.

Although this King Xian was just a small local regime, the mausoleum was as grand as that of the emperors of the Central Plains!

The fat man smacked his lips and said.

"It seems that King Xian did nothing in his life, and all his energy and financial resources were used to build his own tomb."

"Since this grandson wants to become an immortal after his death, he will probably not leave any property to his descendants. There must be mountains of treasures in this underground palace!"

Shirley Yang couldn't help but think of her father when she heard it, and then said.

"There are a lot of information about King Xian in my father's office. King Xian exhausted the country's strength to build a tomb."

"This local regime only existed for a few decades and quickly disappeared after King Xian died."

"I don't know if he can become an immortal, but this way of wasting money and harming the people is the way to disaster."

The fat man immediately said that he would seek justice for the working people in ancient times, take back the people's fat that King Xian had extorted, and make use of the remaining heat to benefit the people.

Xiaowu spitted disdainfully.

"It's for your benefit."

The fat man immediately argued with her, and the little girl was not afraid of him. The two talked and laughed, which was quite lively.

At midnight, everyone else went to sleep, leaving only Ji Changsheng, Xiaoge, and Hu Bayi to keep watch.

Ji Changsheng and Hu Bayi discussed Feng Shui, and talked nonsense and boasted by the way, and Xiaoge quietly acted as a listener.

Hu Bayi was talking excitedly, but Er Yuehong came out of the tent.

Er Yuehong looked at Hu Bayi and the young man and said.

"You two have worked hard all day, go and rest, I will take over."

Hu Bayi said immediately.

"Old man, we are young people, we can hold on."

"You are over a hundred years old, you should go back to sleep."

But the young man pulled him and walked away without saying a word.

Hu Bayi realized that Er Yuehong actually had something to say to Ji Changsheng alone, so he also obediently avoided it.

After waiting for the two of them, Er Yuehong spoke.

"Mr. Ji, can you come with me?"

Ji Changsheng did not speak, but nodded slightly.

The two left the camp and walked a few hundred meters away before stopping.

"Second Master, just say whatever you want to say."

Er Yuehong looked at the deep pool in the distance and said slowly with a complicated expression.

"Mr. Ji, I have been in Zhalong Mountain for 62 years. At first, I just wanted to find a quiet place to retire and spend the rest of my life."

"When I walked here, I was attracted by the unique Feng Shui situation of Zhalong Mountain. I thought it would be nice to be buried here after death, so I stayed."

"Until I knew the secret of King Xian and Zhuchen Pearl, everything changed!"

Ji Changsheng knew what he was going to say and asked directly.

"Do you want to tell me the real secret of Zhuchen Pearl?"

Er Yuehong nodded.

"Yes, I can only tell you this secret."

"Because I think you are the only one who believes me!"

Ji Changsheng's expression moved. It seems that Er Yuehong's experience must be very bizarre, and no one else will believe it.

"Please tell me, I'm all ears."

Er Yuehong then slowly told the story.

When he settled in Zhalong Mountain, he didn't know that King Xian's tomb was here at first.

Er Yuehong was only interested in the tombs of famous generals and martial arts masters in history, so he didn't care about King Xian's tomb at all.

However, the legend of the tomb of King Xian spread in the martial arts world, attracting batches of tomb raiders to Zhalong Mountain.

Er Yuehong didn't care at first, but watched these people enter the Worm Valley, and none of them came back alive.

Until later, a master of the Southern School recognized his identity and wanted to ask him for help, and told a shocking secret about the Zhuchen Pearl and King Xian!

It turns out that the history of the Zhuchen Pearl is much older than that of King Xian. It appeared more than 3,000 years ago. It is a rare treasure that was passed down from an ancient country in the Western Regions to the Central Plains. It has been passed through the hands of several emperors, and later somehow fell into the hands of King Xian.

It is said that if you place this bead in a tomb, your corpse will turn into an immortal!

Although this legend is illusory, it makes Er Erhong tempted.

He doesn't want to make himself an immortal, but he wants to make the girl an immortal and resurrect him!

Speaking of this, Er Erhong couldn't help but blush, and said with emotion.

"At that time, I was still immersed in the grief of Zhuo Jing's death, and I even had the idea of ​​accompanying her down there."

"When I learned that the Muchen Bead has a function, I became greedy and wanted to take it for myself."

Ji Changsheng nodded.

"Second Master is a man who values ​​friendship. This is human nature and there is nothing wrong with it."

Er Erhong couldn't help but nodded gratefully.

"Thank you for your understanding."

"Later on, I entered the Worm Valley many times, trying to find the tomb of King Xian, no less than thirty times in total."

"But they all fell short. At most, they only found the edge of the deep pool, but they couldn't go deeper."

Ji Changsheng couldn't help being surprised.

"You actually found this place? Then why didn't you go to the grave?"

Er Erhong shook his head solemnly.

"After I found this place, I tried more than a dozen times, but I still couldn't succeed."

"This method of presenting the king is more powerful than I imagined!"

"He designed a mechanism in the deep pool. I have tried everything I have learned in my life, but I can't get into the underground palace at all!"

He was the top master of the Southern Sect, but he couldn't get in here after spending decades. This made Ji Changsheng realize that things were not simple.

However, Er Erhong immediately changed the subject.

"But I think Mr. Ji might be able to do it!"