Chapter 1225 (1/2)

Ji Xuehao followed red Qi all the way, through mountains, streams, mountains and bamboo forests, and finally stopped at a Fengshui peak in the south of the North moon.

A waterfall, two meters wide and one man high, hangs on the side of the mountain.

Red Qi said, ”here it is. After Kangkang left at the beginning, I followed Shifu through the water curtain here and went straight into the Huangling mausoleum. Master said that it's easy to go in now. In a few years, when the northern moon changes the Dynasty and the empress succeeds, the remains of the imperial relatives and relatives of the ancient northern moon will enter the mausoleum one after another. At that time, the mausoleum will be sealed, numerous organs will be densely distributed, and there will be countless traps such as quicksilver quicksand, crushed stone and corpse water. Entering the mausoleum again will be a lifetime of death! ”

”But is this the main entrance? I don't think so. ”

Ji Xuehao looks around.

There is no garrison here, and there is no way for Royal remains to enter. It would be too arduous if one person would drown here every time he died.

Don't say it's dangerous to transport the dead. Even a box of valuable funerary articles can't rise out of the sky and then be transferred into the waterfall, right?

His eyes are full of elegance and serenity.

But I didn't see any traces of machinery or crane.

Red Qi found that his ability to observe continued deterioration was very strong and he could not help admiring: ”yes. This is indeed the entrance, but it is not the main entrance to the imperial mausoleum. This is the shortcut that I took Kangkang with me this evening. I can either avoid the soldiers in garrison or the original mechanism in front of me. ”

”What night?”

”Well, she is the virgin of the North moon. There is nothing she does not know about this nation. ”

As soon as red Qi's voice came down, his tiptoe was slightly on the stump, and his figure swept towards the small water curtain.

Ji Xuehao looks at his back and his mouth is slightly cocked. As expected, he is general Hongqi. His kung fu courage and physique are not weak. He really has the capital that has kept Princess Beiyue in mind for many years.

He soon caught up with red Qi.

Wait for two people to skim over the water curtain of more than half a meter thickness to arrive at the redundant road in the cave, clothes on their bodies are all wet.

Use internal power to dry the wet clothes while walking.

The surrounding environment is really too dark. The dim light and shadow or the light from the water curtain can only outline the things a few meters away from the cave.

The air is full of damp and musty smell, and there is a little phosphorous fire on the ground nearby, with a sinister and sinister light.

Ji Xuehao frowned, followed red Qi's back and stepped forward slowly. He saw that red Qi walked to the edge of the wall, felt something on the back of a small stone raised on the wall, took it out and rubbed it against the stone. After the sparks were wiped out, the brightness of the scene around the force of rendering.

The candlesticks on the stone wall are in neat rows, which are clearly visible.

Red Qi lights a candle and hands it to Ji Xuehao.

The candlesticks on both sides of the redundant road were all lit by their division of work and cooperation.

And when they lit the last Candlestick, the front row of sinks was filled with a strange liquid, such as oil, which, as soon as it touched the flame, quickly ran out into the distance!

Without Ji Xuehao's trouble to ignite the fire, the tomb of the imperial mausoleum was all lit up, just like the light of the day!

Ji Xuehao can't help but marvel. Red Qi has seen it once and is no longer surprised.

”When we go out, put out the first candle, and the fire will go out, and then the whole tomb will be in darkness again,” he said, pointing to the water tank that can be seen everywhere and constantly glowing on the wall

Ji Xuehao recorded the main steps of the mausoleum.

He was surprised to see the beautiful murals on the wall, as if it was just a way for the ancient North moon people to record the stories of their ancestors.