The Divine War Pass is still majestic and majestic, guarding the pass of Zhongnan Mountain, as if thousands of troops could not even be able to capture it.

Pan Long passed through the pass and stepped into Tianwu County again.

When he first came to this ancient country, he felt that there was an unspeakable pressure among the mountains, which made him feel very uncomfortable. At that time, he suspected that someone was going to deal with him, and suspected that it was something related to the Shanhai Jing. In order to avoid trouble, he hurriedly left.

Now he already knows that the Tianxiong Dynasty has no connection with the Shanhai Jing. The Shanhai Jing is the golden finger plug-in of the senior time traveler Zhao Sheng. It can be regarded as his "companimental spiritual treasure". Zhao Sheng traveled in the late Warring States Period, and more than a thousand years have passed since the demise of the Tianxiong Dynasty and the seal of Tianxiong Mountain.

So when he felt some pressure between the mountains again, he calmly took out the paper windmill.

The paper windmill rotates slowly, and the speed is very slow.

"It seems that there is no risk, so it's okay to go and have a look."

He murmured to himself, walking in the direction of the pressure coming.

Not long after I left, I arrived at the Yinghou Ancestral Hall.

This simple and luxurious ancestral hall fully reflects the aesthetic view of the powerful men of the Tianxiong Dynasty. The beams and pillars that were forged with powerful magic power were of no desirability in terms of style and color, and were colorful but not positive. But its value made it dare not underestimate it even so.

Any pillar here is worth the construction cost of a city, and it is a real "priceful city" - if all these gems can be removed and restored to what they were not refined, and to exchange them for several cities in the Warring States Period, there should be no problem.

For the strong men of the Tianxiong Dynasty, it is not important to be beautiful or not. High-end materials are the best.

This is like some despised local bun diners, who don’t care about delicacies or nutrition. They just want to eat something that is rare and precious enough to satisfy their luxury pursuits.

There is a poem in Wen Chaogong's collection of poems that satirizes someone who dreams of making money and doesn't even look down on delicacies from mountains and seas. If you want to eat, eat rare protected animals.

If this person traveled to the Tianxiong Dynasty, he would definitely have a common language with those strong people.

The premise is that as a "rare animal" time traveler, he must first consider how he should escape the issue of being sent to the dining table by those monsters and powerful men...

Pan Long walked in this small ancestral hall and felt an invisible pressure coming from the woods behind the ancestral hall.

He looked over there and frowned.

That forest is someone's cemetery.

The Yinghou Temple was the clan of a prince at the end of the Tianxiong Dynasty. The family of this prince was not destroyed. During the Warring States Period, they cooperated with several other princes to separatist the country and called themselves the Tianwu Kingdom. Later, the Tianwu Kingdom was destroyed, and the prince surrendered to the new rulers. Later, the Daxia Dynasty was established, and they surrendered to the Daxia Dynasty.

Today, the descendants of this prince are still the earls enthroned by the Daxia Dynasty, named Yingwu Bo. Although there are not many special benefits besides this title, at least they have a guarantee, which is much better than ordinary families.

Yingwu Bo naturally did not live in Tianwu County. When Emperor Jiazi Zhao Sheng accepted their surrender, he transferred them to other places to prevent them from becoming local snakes. But people can leave, but the ancestral halls and family cemeteries cannot leave. Not only can they not leave, but their descendants from all generations have to travel thousands of miles to be buried after their deaths, paying attention to a "fox dies in the hills, and leaves fall back to their roots."

Yingwu Bo moved the ancestral tablets and opened the ancestral hall for visitors to visit, in order to prove to the Daxia Dynasty that he was loyal and reliable, and had no different intentions. But no matter how loyal and reliable he was, he could not open the cemetery for visitors to visit. There was no such reason in the world!

The ancestral tablets of their ancestors are all in the cemetery. Do you want to visit them? Do you want to watch monkey shows with their ancestors?

Believe it or not, ten or eight wild innate masters jumped out, and a group of punches and kicks made you look like your second senior brother!

Pan Long looked at the direction of Yingwu Bo Cemetery, hesitated for a while, then turned around and left.

That night, he sneaked and came here quietly.

The pressure had disappeared, and the person hiding in the dark obviously could not see through his stealth.

Pan Long nodded and walked into the cemetery carefully.

The layout of the cemetery is simple, with trees as a barrier, then first there is a tomb of the ancestors, behind it is a tomb of several important descendants, and finally the family tomb.

The tomb covers an extremely vast area, with a side door beside the tomb. After opening the side door, you can enter. The halls on the floors inside are all used to place coffins.

This is also a common feature of large family cemeteries. Those who have made significant contributions to the family can enjoy a separate tomb, but ordinary family children can only have a coffin, which is parallel to those elders who have not made any achievements, as if they are queuing up.

The Pan family also has such a cemetery, but in order to prevent it from attracting attention, there is only one large tomb in the Pan family cemetery, and no tombs were prepared separately for outstanding people. In the Pan family's tomb, the ancestors did not lie in the coffin as corpses, but burned them to ashes, urns, tablets, and stone slabs recording their lives in front of the tablets.

Of course, because of the limited space, the life recorded on the stone slabs is relatively sketchy. Pan Long once looked at it one by one when he was sacrificing his ancestors and clearing his tombs. Most people's life is just a few short sentences, such as "A certain year, month, day, and autumn hunting".

Of course, this is because their abilities are limited and their lives are short, so there are not many things that can be recorded.

Among them, the longest one in his life was the ancestor who used Shanhai Jing to make longevity medicine and cooperated with the Chang'an Chamber of Commerce to allow the Pan family to gain a foothold in the north. His life records more than a dozen lines, which are quite detailed.

If it is placed in historical books, it can take up about half a page.

Pan Long did not rashly break into the tomb. The tomb is the top priority of the family cemetery. Even the Pan family set up a dragon-breaking stone in the tomb. Once outsiders break in and do not know the correct way to open and close the tomb door, the dragon-breaking stones will fall one after another, completely sealing the entire tomb. Then the air inside the tomb will be burned by the fish oil candles lit in a short time, and the intruder will naturally be suffocated to death.

The Yingwu Bo family's cemetery is far better than the Pan family in terms of scale and history. I don't know how many mechanisms are ambushing in the tomb!

He walked carefully in the cemetery, his eyes slowly swept across it.

It looks nothing special, that is, ordinary trees, inscriptions, stone sculptures, etc.

Compared to its own cemetery, there are only more trees, more inscriptions, and some stone sculptures that only princes and nobles can have.

Some of the stone sculptures were cattle and horses, some were pigs and sheep, some were soldiers and craftsmen, some were servants and maids... This is naturally based on the level. The stone sculptures in front of the emperor's tomb were civil and military officials and various auspicious beasts, and there were only such things in front of the tomb of the Duke and Marquis.

Pan Long looked over one stone carving after another, and his eyes suddenly stopped on one of the stone carvings.

The stone carving was a deer, mixed with black and white in blue, and looked lifelike. Judging from the color, it should be jade. It was polished very smoothly, and the patterns on it were all natural patterns of jade. If it was taken outside for sale, it would be considered a rare treasure.

But what Pan Long cares more about is the spiritual energy it contains.

The spiritual energy was extremely strong, but it was completely restrained. If Pan Long had not practiced the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art, he would have been extremely sensitive to the aura and would not even feel it.

Of course, it is impossible to have such a spiritual thing to be an ordinary stone sculpture.

"Is it a treasure?" Pan Long walked up to him, looked carefully for a while, and couldn't help but talk to himself.

He was about to say something like "But even if it's a baby, what does it have to do with me?" but he saw the stone sculptured deer suddenly open his eyes.

"ah?!"

Pan Long exclaimed in a flash, almost quit and sneaked out.

But the stone deer reacted even more. It suddenly buoyed its body, jumped up, and jumped out at least two or three feet at once.

"Who? Who is talking!" it opened its mouth and asked in a voice similar to a young woman.

Of course Pan Long won't answer.

The Shilu asked several times in succession, but she still couldn't get an answer. She shouted, "Is there a ghost! Help!" and ran towards the distance like a flying person.

Pan Long followed behind curiously, but he ran for a while, jumped into the yard of a house, and shouted: "Asaki, there's a ghost!"

"The bright blue sky, the bright sun, where did the ghost come from!" A somewhat neutral voice came from the room, "Okay, it seems not the day now, but the night... It seems that there is nothing unreasonable to make a ghost at night."

As he said that, the door opened and a white-haired woman walked out.

This woman looks pretty but looks a bit masculine. She looks like a more masculine woman and a more feminine man. She has never seen such a person in her life, but once saw a famous cross-dressing star in her previous life. She looks like this. She is a handsome man when she dresses as a man, and a beautiful girl when she dresses as a woman.

The woman walked into the yard, touched Shi Lu's head first, rubbed it back and forth, and comforted her, "No, no, we are monsters. Demons and ghosts, our ranking is higher than ghosts. If you are afraid, it is also ghosts who are afraid of us."

This fallacy convinced Shi Lu. It quickly calmed down and stopped trembling. It nodded and said, "Asaki, you are right. I am a monster. Monsters are not afraid of ghosts!"

But its courage was only a little bit, and he asked pitifully: "Then... Ah Saki, do ghosts eat monsters?"

"Ghosts are transformed by resentment. Some of them will devour flesh and blood, and are quite ferocious." The white-haired woman named "Asaki" replied, "But neither you nor me, there is no flesh and blood to devour them. No matter how vicious it is, will it eat stones? Or will it eat old bamboo slices?"

"It seems...it doesn't look like it's not."

"Yes. As for the devouring souls... whether we two have souls, we have to ask a question mark. What does it eat?"

This analysis made Shi Lu calm down and smiled and said, "Since you don't eat me, you won't be afraid. Asaki, I haven't seen a ghost yet, let's go back and see how about it?"

The white-haired woman smiled slightly, shook her head, and said, "No need to be so troublesome."

As she said that, she turned to look in Pan Long: "Brother, you can be invisible for so long and your ability is really amazing. But you are so damn good, why are you scaring our Xiaoqing?"

Pan Long was surprised. This was the first time he was seen from his stealth state.

Since he had not seen through it, he stopped sneaking and showed signs.

"Along the way, I vaguely felt someone watching me when I visited Yinghou Ancestral Hall, so I broke into the cemetery at night and looked for someone to watch me during the day." He said, "This is not because I deliberately scared people, but because this Xiaoqing looked at me during the day for some reason, which led me over."

"I...I just feel a breath similar to Asaki..." Shilu whispered, "Asaki is my good friend. I feel a breath similar to her. Of course, I have to pay special attention."

Pan Long frowned: "Similar breath? Where is my similarity to this girl Asaki?"

Shi Lu looked at him carefully, then turned to look at Ah Saki next to her, and said confidently: "Yes, you have a similar aura. And... I have felt your aura before."

Pan Long asked: "Have you felt it before? When?"

"More than once, the most recent one should be a few years ago," Shi Lu said, "but every time I feel the breath, the breath will leave soon. You are the first one to come to the door."

Pan Long was a little confused and looked at the "Asaki" again - he felt that he had no similarities with the other party, so how could he have a similar breath?

Suddenly, his heart moved and remembered what Asaki said just now.

She called Shilu "Xiaoqing" "Stone" and called herself "old bamboo slices".

It’s okay to have a stone, but the saying of old bamboo slices made him unable to help but think of something.

He raised his right hand and exposed the wrist guards transformed from imitation of Shanhai Jing: "Did the similar breath you feel come from here?"

Shi Lu looked at the wrist guard in confusion, nodded twice, and shook her head again.

"Its breath is indeed similar to Asaki, but... I always feel that there is something else..."

Pan Long was secretly worried, but he did not reveal it, saying, "Of course it was different. This thing was originally a picture scroll, but later an elder helped me transform it into such a look. Since it has been transformed, the breath will naturally change."
Chapter completed!