The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 402
After Zhao Yu and Nie Feng followed the dream for about half an hour, their eyes suddenly became clear.

What was presented in front of them was a very huge cave.

The cave is about twenty feet in size, and the ground is neatly paved with red bricks. Apart from being empty, there is nothing unusual about the construction of this cave.

Only the most puzzling thing is that inside the cave, there are densely packed sarcophagi.

These sarcophagi are all arranged in one direction.

Zhao Yu vaguely felt that these sarcophagi seemed to be worshiping the deepest place.

Although the lights inside the cave were dim, Zhao Yu could still see the deepest things clearly at a glance.

In the deepest part of the cave is an iron pillar about five feet long and three feet thick!
This iron pillar is exactly the same as the iron pillar engraved with the words 'Martial Saint' standing outside Wushuang City.

The upper end of the iron pillar runs through the top of the cave, and the lower part is submerged in a hidden underground passage. There is still a small gap between the iron pillar and the passage.

This gap can barely accommodate a person to pass through.

Seeing the scene in front of him, a bright light flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

Zhao Yu naturally knew where this passage would lead to.

At the same time, Zhao Yu was keenly aware that Meng's mood seemed to be fluctuating.

"This is……"

Looking at so many sarcophagi in front of him, Nie Feng was a little puzzled.

"This is the person who has been guarding Qingcheng's love here for generations, and he is also my ancestor."

Speaking of this, tears flashed in Meng's bright eyes.

"Miss Meng, that's the case, so why are there no seal engraved names on these coffins?"

Looking at An Xie's unnamed sarcophagus, Nie Feng asked in surprise.

Hearing this, Meng first glanced at Zhao Yu beside him, and then came one by one.

"Because, compared to the person buried in this cave, my ancestors feel that they are not worth mentioning. They think that their names are insignificant at all, so they told future generations not to engrave their names on the sarcophagus..."

"Moreover, each coffin must be placed towards the place where the person is buried, to show their respect and guilt for that person..."

Hearing this, Nie Feng finally understood why these sarcophagi seemed to be kneeling towards the iron pillars in the middle.

But who is that person whom all the ancestors of Meng are ashamed of?

"Young master, we need to go down here..."

Meng walked in front of Zhao Yu, pointed to the gap beside the iron pillar that only one person could pass through and said.

"Well, let's go."

Zhao Yu nodded, and then couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This Nie Feng didn't talk much before, why did he become such a mother-in-law after talking here?

The ghost knows how much Zhao Yu wants to strangle this guy now!
What he wanted was right in front of him, but this guy had been staring at several coffins here and there.

"You go down first!"

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to stop Meng who was about to jump off, then pointed to Nie Feng and said.

Nie Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then he let out a wry smile and slid down the gap.

The dream on the side saw Zhao Yu's unreasonable and arrogant appearance, but felt warm for some reason.

After Nie Feng jumped down, Zhao Yuhe Meng followed closely behind.

The three of them went all the way down, and after they swept down about twenty feet, the three of them felt a bone-piercing chill.

Nie Feng was at the bottom and bore the brunt.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a cold place under Wushuang City..."

The further down, the more surprised and uncertain Nie Feng felt.

After a while, Meng whispered to Zhao Yu in front of him: "My lord, we are coming soon, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Nie Feng, who was walking in the front, could only see the ground five feet below his feet.

It's true, there is actually a whole piece of ice as smooth as a mirror underneath.

The three of them landed on the ice smoothly, and when they looked around, there was actually a crystal clear ice cellar around them.

On one of the ice walls of the ice cellar, there is a hole the size of a foot.

On the entrance of the cave, there are a few lines engraved that make Zhao Yu's heart beat.

The first four lines of small characters are about an extremely lingering nonsense.

'There is no boat in the sea of ​​love, and there is no impermanence.The love of the seven generations is deep, and the generations go hand in hand...'

And what really made Zhao Yu's heart skip a beat was the six big characters engraved next to this idiot.

'Tomb of Mrs. Peerless'! !

……

The three of them walked along the entrance on the ice wall, and after a short walk, their eyes suddenly opened up again.

As far as the eye can see, the cave, like the ice cellar, is covered with white snow and ice.

Only on top of the ice and snow are four completely transparent crystal screens erected.

These four crystal screens are like four walls, forming a house.

The three of Zhao Yu saw that there was actually a woman lying in this house...

A woman who made Zhao Yudu feel very amazing!

"This is Mrs. Wushuang?"

Zhao Yu turned to look at Meng beside him, and asked softly.

"Yes, this is Mrs. Wushuang. If it weren't for her, there would be no such city. She is also the one who derived Qingqing VII from that unique technique."

Speaking of this, in Meng Mingliang's eyes, a burst of admiration from the heart suddenly appeared.

Nie Feng was stunned, and then asked: "Since Wushuang City was founded because of this Lady Wushuang, then she must be the ancestor of Wushuang City?"

Meng heard the words, first nodded, then shook his head.

"It can be said like this, but it can't be said like this. Wushuang City was only built a hundred years ago, but Mrs. Wushuang lived more than a thousand years ago."

"What? People from thousands of years ago?"

Nie Feng looked at the lifelike Mrs. Wushuang in front of the screen in surprise, and said in surprise, "Then she..."

But Zhao Yu, who hadn't said much all this time, gave an answer that shocked Nie Feng.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Mrs. Wushuang is actually the Martial Sage's..."

"Original wife!"

"what?!"

Nie Feng was astonished, he never imagined that this beautiful woman in front of him would be the original wife of Wu Sheng Guan Gong.

In this world, no matter if it is a wealthy family, a peddler, or a martial artist who licked blood at the edge of the river and lake, they all respect the martial saint thousands of years ago!

Meng on the side also looked shocked, she really couldn't figure out how Zhao Yu knew all this.

"From the word 'Wu Sheng' engraved on the iron pillar at the gate of Wushuang City to the 'Yibo Yuntian' hanging in the inner hall of Miss Meng's courtyard, I read a lot about Wushuang in Wushuang City. Holy traces..."

Zhao Yu looked at the two people who were astonished, and explained in a flat tone.As for the truth, maybe only Zhao Yu knew it in his heart.

Hearing Zhao Yu's explanation, a trace of relief flashed across Meng Meng's face.

And Nie Feng, who was at the side, admired him even more.

In this world, besides Zhao Yu in front of him, he has only seen one person who is as careful as Zhao Yu.

That's his senior brother, don't let the god of death step on the cloud!
(End of this chapter)