660 The Spiritual Art Corridor (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The group continued to ascend the stairs. To their surprise, they managed to reach the entrance before the stone figures came alive.

The unexpected outcome simply gave Mo Fan a loud slap to the face. The man could not help but explain himself, ”It's most likely that the bloodline of the villages has stopped them from coming alive...I'm guessing that some monster is going to jump out from the mirror,” said Mo Fan.

The mirror that Mo Fan was referring to was hanging right on the entrance of the palace tomb. The doors were tightly shut. The architecture consisted of perfect squares and rectangles, with some white cauldrons on the sides.

”I was given a fright as soon as I reached the top of the stairs. I thought the mirror was watching us, as if it were the palace's eye,” Su Xiaoluo blurted out.

Mo Fan took a closer look and immediately sensed the feeling of being watched as Su Xiaoluo had mentioned, goosebumps rising all over him.

”It does feel like an eye...by the way, Su Xiaoluo, do you think the stairs look familiar to the drawings in the well when we are looking down from here?” Fang Gu asked Su Xiaoluo grimly as a thought crossed his mind.

”The drawing in the well?” Su Xiaoluo was stunned. She immediately turned around and glanced down at the long stairs. Her confused look was gradually replaced with astonishment, ”You're right, it's the drawing in the well. No wonder I was feeling the stairs were familiar!”

Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Liu Ru had no clue what the drawing in the well that Fang Gu and Su Xiaoluo were discussing meant. Did that mean the villages were already in possession of the drawings of the imperial tomb?

”The Kun Well in our village is rather special. During a specific time every night, if you look into the well, you'll see a life-like drawing at its bottom. No, it feels more like the bottom is connected to somewhere else. It's like seeing a different world through the well. I can only remember seeing white jade stones in the shape of stairs. Aren't they the stairs we just climbed?” said Su Xiaoluo.

Mo Fan fell speechless for a while. Didn't that mean the Kun Wells that the villages had protected for generations were the white palace tomb entrances?

The strange drawing they saw at the bottom of the well was the imperial tomb!

”It's that Wicked Eye Copper Mirror. I believe the image it's reflecting is actually what we saw at the bottom of the well. You mentioned that it felt like an eye; it is an eye!” Fang Gu pointing at the mirror.

Su Xiaoluo came to a realization too, and her eyes glittered. ”That means the drawing we saw at the bottom of the well is real. It's the scene of our old ancestor's tomb!”

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou exchanged glances with one another as the other two in their group learned the meaning behind the teachings of their ancestors. They could see the disbelief in one another's eyes!

A long-distance surveillance camera from two thousand years ago!

The villagers were entrusted to protect the Ancient King's tomb.

It was likely that the emperor had spent more time and effort on constructing his tomb than he had invested in conquering the six nations. Otherwise, how did he manage to construct such a remarkable kingdom of death in the old times, one that had not been disturbed for over two thousand years?

”I don't know if this works, but let's try,” Fang Gu murmured to himself as he took out an old copper mirror out of nowhere.