dagger protruding from his belly, twitching with every spasm. Blood pooled around him.Upon seeing this, the three of us exchanged pale glances.We were making eye contact, meaning something like...Who..."Right!" Chen Jian-sheng pointed at the sky and then at the ground. "That's right, there must be a passageway between the top and bottom. As long as we find this way, we can get up there!"

I am also very excited, because if what Jian Sheng said is true, then we can leave here, go up there, and find our eldest brother and third brother.

The immediate issue is, where is the path that the langurs came down from

Some things are starting to take shape.

This lush underground space within this mountain crevice could very well be the private garden of the tomb's owner. If the tomb belonged to Marquis Jie, with his influence as a feudal lord, he might have been able to acquire so many precious flowers, trees, and plants, planting them in his own constructed garden for his enjoyment even after death.

This method is actually similar to the mercury sea inside the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang and the night pearls representing the sun, moon, and stars.

The only difference is that regarding Lishan Mausoleum of the First Emperor, Sima Qian explicitly recorded it in the Records of the Historian. While about Jiehou, there's no mention in either wild history or official history.

About how to find this road up, Red Sister thought of a way.

Although they are considered evil spirits, sifakas still retain some monkey-like habits. Red sister speculates that they live in groups.

Is there anyone who will come looking for the missing member of the langur troop

Actually, it's not really a plan. Chen Jian-sheng has been stuck in this for half a year now. Once someone is pushed to the edge, they're willing to try any and all possible solutions.

We propped up the dead mountain monkey, let it lean against a tree, and then put a hat on it and dressed it in clothes.

Then, we retreated one hundred meters and hid behind a large tree, secretly observing the movement of the wind and grass.

Through our careful arrangement, I tell you, from afar, the mountain goblin didn't look dead, but rather seemed to be resting against a tree trunk.

After waiting for more than an hour, we got what we wanted.

I was about to doze off when Hong Jie patted me and signaled me not to sleep. Something was happening, so I quickly looked over.

Hiding behind a tree, he only took a glance.

I was scared.

I didn't know what was going on at the time, but suddenly fog rolled in here.

About three or four hundred meters ahead, in the hazy white mist, many small black figures appeared indistinctly. Their appearances were unclear, and one could only see numerous hats.

There are about ten of them, and the clothes they're wearing are all different colors—some black, some white. I don't know where they got them.

These things imitate walking, swaying back and forth.

This scene.

A light mist hangs in the air, giving it a feeling reminiscent of those classic Hong Kong horror films where ghosts roam at night.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Soon, these things discovered their dead comrades.

They circled around each other, staring at one another, squeaking like rats.

After a while, these things seemed to reach some kind of agreement. The four of them worked together and directly lifted the dead one, twisting and turning as they prepared to leave.

"Keep up," Chen Jian Sheng took the lead and walked out cautiously.

We kept a distance of over a hundred meters at all times. Plus, the terrain was favorable with flowers, trees and foliage everywhere. As soon as we spotted something amiss ahead, we would immediately take cover in the nearby bushes.

I don't know how long we walked, winding and turning, following these things, until we reached a hidden cave.

This small cave was well hidden by overgrown grass outside, covering its entrance completely. If we hadn't seen things going in one by one, we wouldn't have found it.

Looking at these short guys squeezing in one by one, I lowered my voice: "Chen Tujing, you've been here for a while now, have you ever discovered this place before"

Chen Jian-sheng hid in the grass. Upon hearing this, he poked his head out and looked around carefully.

"Such a small mouse hole, and it's still covered with grass."

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