Chapter 8

Fortunately, Tang Qingyu had gotten used to being scared so many times. He immediately realized that it was a fox. The fox's eyes were glowing in the dark.

Perhaps it was the fox that had led him to the passageway just now. After seeing it clearly, Tang Qingyu could not help but smile.

Foxes were also afraid of people. When it saw that Tang Qingyu had seen it, it turned around and ran. The direction it ran was not towards the outside, but towards an unknown cave that was slanted upwards.

He glanced at the candle in his hand. Although there was only a little left, it could still burn for a while. Moreover, according to the current situation, he could not enter the sealed stone door. Therefore, Tang Qingyu wanted to explore the passageway ruins of the Ancient Tombs.

He indulged the curiosity in his heart and used a little Qing Gong to follow behind the fox. He found that the fox was weaving left and right, running in man-made or natural caves. When it reached a place where the sun was shining, it disappeared with a whoosh.

Tang Qingyu followed it into the sunlight. On the way, he smelled a slight stench. As he walked forward, he saw a female corpse lying face down.

He frowned and walked over to turn the female corpse over. He was shocked.

Different from the corpses of Ling Wan and Zhuo Yu, this was a fresh female corpse. She was quite beautiful. There was a small mole at the corner of her mouth. She had a pair of phoenix eyes. The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned. She was very charming. However, at this time, her eyes were wide open. Obviously, she died with grievances. There was a hideous wound on her neck.

It was obvious that her throat was slit not long ago. Then, her body was dumped here.

There were bite marks on the female corpse. He thought of the fox that ran here just now. It was winter and it was difficult to find food. So, did the fox come here to eat the corpse?

Did foxes eat dead things?

Tang Qingyu was suspicious and shocked. The feeling was different from when he found the corpses of Ling Wan and Zhuo Yu. Ling Wan and Zhuo Yu had been dead for a long time. However, the "fresh" female corpse in front of him showed that this was a murder case. It happened not long ago. Moreover, the corpse might have been moved down from the place where the sun shone. Because the other entrance of the passageway was very narrow due to the collapse of the stones, Tang Qingyu could squeeze in with the Bone Shrinkage Skill. However, it was basically impossible for adults, including this adult female corpse, to get in.

With this thought in mind, Tang Qingyu hesitantly and cautiously walked to the place where the sun seeped in. He checked and found that it was a well. To be precise, it was a cellar well filled with cabbages and radishes. There was a touch of white on the mud at the bottom of the well. It was not cabbages, but … a handkerchief.

Tang Qingyu's pupils shrank. He turned around and wanted to leave. However, before he could turn around, he heard a slight sound of wind behind him. He quickly dodged and instinctively drew his sword to fight the enemy. However, at this moment, everything in front of him became "blurred" again. This well, the corpse on the ground, the person who ambushed him in front of him. Everything turned into golden data codes that changed rapidly.

At the same time, countless information flashed through his mind.

Gui Mei tends to Wu Wang, Wu Wang tends to Tong Ren, Tong Ren tends to Da There are.

Jia turns to Bing, Bing turns to Geng, Geng turns to Gui.

The relationship between Zi and Chou, the relationship between Chen and Si, and the relationship between Wu and Wei.

Wind and thunder change, mountains and lakes change, water and fire change.

Qian and Kun stimulate each other, Zhen and Dui stimulate each other, Li and Xun stimulate each other.

Three increases into five, five increases into nine … all kinds of changes, a total of 360 types.

The first style, Broken Sword Style: Decipher all the sword styles in the world.

The second style, Broken Sword Style: Decipher single blade, double blade, Lancet Blade, Ghost Head Blade, Machete, Spear, and all kinds of sword styles.

The third style, Broken Spear Style: Decipher Spear, Halberd, Snake Spear, Eyebrow Staff, Wolf Tooth Club, White Wax Staff, Buddhist Staff, and all kinds of long weapon styles.

The fourth style, Broken Whip Style …

The fifth style, Broken Rope Style …

…

It was as if there was a figure in his mind, quickly performing the 360 types of changes. "Nine Solitary Swords", the ultimate sword style of the Huashan school in the game, was in his mind. Every move and every style was as clear as a painting. However, at this moment, his soul and body seemed to be separated. His brain could not command his body.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he and Xiao Bai were shooting lanterns on the cable bridge, when they were swallowed by the sea of data. His consciousness seemed to exist independently. He was Tang Qingyu, but it was as if he had dissipated into heaven and earth, as if he was the universe and all things in this world.

This was what Tang Qingyu felt at this moment.

Outsiders could not possibly know what Tang Qingyu was feeling at this moment, so in the eyes of outsiders, Tang Qingyu was just in a daze.

There was only one result of being in a daze when there was an enemy sneak attack.

This time, what pulled Tang Qingyu back from the "chaos" just now was a cold feeling in his chest.

Lowering his head, a snow-white sword was completely buried in his heart. When he pulled it out, it brought out a patch of blood, followed by a sharp pain.

Tang Qingyu staggered and fell to the ground. He saw an old man with a white beard and dressed in Taoist robes standing in front of him, holding a sword dripping with blood. He looked at him with a cold smile and said, "Boy, you can only blame yourself for this calamity."

The old Taoist spoke, so Tang Qingyu "recognized" him.

This man was Kiyoshi Genko's master. That day, he had listened to the three of them at the foot of the wall for a long time, so he recognized this voice.

This was the last consciousness in his mind, and then his vision turned black, and he lost all consciousness.

Mako Shigeki took a few steps forward, closed the eyes of the child who had fallen to the ground, and checked carefully. After confirming that the child had stopped breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He used his foot to lift the bundle wrapped behind the child, and saw two familiar skeletons. Mako Shigeki sneered and said, "What a kind child."

With Mako Shigeki's experience, he could naturally guess that Tang Qingyu wanted to collect the corpses of the last two descendants of the Ancient Tombs.

Ignoring Tang Qingyu who had fallen to the ground, Mako Shigeki walked down the tunnel to the bottom of the well, and picked up the white handkerchief on the muddy ground. It was this handkerchief that Tang Qingyu had thrown down last night to test if there was a secret passage at the bottom of the well, which alerted Mako Shigeki when he came down to dump the corpse.

The old but shrewd Mako Shigeki did not leave immediately after dumping the corpse. Instead, he pulled out his sword, quietly walked a few more steps, and hid deeper in the tunnel. After hiding for a long time, he finally "waited" for Tang Qingyu to investigate this place.

Tang Qingyu, who was quite experienced in Jianghu, was also very alert when he saw the female corpse. However, he habitually thought that "the person who dumped the corpse would definitely not stay by the corpse and would leave", and that if he wanted to leave, he would definitely go forward, which was the place where the sunlight shone through. Therefore, he was more alert to the front, and slightly ignored the back.