Tomb Raider Live: Beginning Cao Cao's 72 Suspected Tombs

But look and see.

Nothing has changed on the eaves and stone walls.

Even the bright flashlight can't completely penetrate the fog in the well.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but startled, then slapped his head and laughed.

"What are you thinking, if this can climb up, wouldn't it be a ghost?"

He groaned to himself.

Turning off the flashlight while shaking his head, he walked towards the Guting, still muttering.

"It's really old."

"They all suffered from auditory hallucinations."

call--

Not far away, Chen Yao, who was covered by the shadow of a tree, could not help secretly heaving a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

I almost lost my eye.

This old policeman is not confused at all.

It can even be said to be sharp.

You must know that the night wind howled in the mountains, and the little movement just now was logically enough to be covered by the wind.

It is impossible for ordinary people to notice.

What's more, he was still half asleep and half awake.

But that's the case.

He could still tell the difference.

Fortunately, the reaction is fast.

The moment it hit the ground, it flew out.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be a big problem right now.

Taking a deep look at the back, Chen Yao no longer hesitated, turned around and went straight into the dense fog of the night.

The figure is like smoke.

Fast as lightning.

Even in the bushy mountain forest, there was almost no movement.

Follow the previously planned path.

Soon.

Chen Yao had already traveled three or four miles away.

Dingjun Mountain has banned hunting and logging in recent years.

The effect is amazing.

The deeper you go, the trees cover the sky and the sun, and the treetops are like clouds.

In addition, the night is as thick as ink.

Hide someone.

Simply a breeze.

just.

It didn't take long for this idea to arise.

A ray of light suddenly appeared in the front line of sight, dispelling the darkness, illuminating the pitch-black mountains and forests as if they were daytime.

"This……"

Chen Yao's face darkened slightly.

In three or two steps, he rushed up to an old tree next to him, stood among the treetops, and looked into the distance.

I saw the direction towards Daba Mountain.

There are crowds of people in the mountains and forests.

About six or seven high-power searchlights lined up.

Besides.

There are also three police dogs patrolling back and forth.

Such a big deal?

Seeing this scene, even Chen Yao couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Compared with the last battle in Anyang, it was many times bigger.

The course he originally set was.

Enter the Qinling Mountains via Daba Mountain.

Then wait for the opportunity to move.

But right now, it seems that the difficulty of this road may be even more difficult than he imagined.

I thought about it.

Chen Yao glanced at the left and right sides again.

One side is downhill.

Although it is late at night, you can occasionally see the lights of the stars.

On one side is a lone peak.

Like a sky pillar in the night.

"Lonely Mountain?"

Seeing that peak, a name popped up in Chen Yao's mind.

Beyond the lonely mountain is the Han River.

perhaps……

A more daring plan emerges.

Fall from the tree.

Without any delay, Chen Yao quickly plundered all the way to the right of the mountain.

The breath is restrained, but the mind is released like raindrops.

After half an hour.

He finally arrived at the foot of the lonely mountain.

It really confirms the old saying that Wangshan ran to death.

He also encountered several groups of people along the way, but the further he went, the fewer people there were.

Like a set of nets.

Take the tomb of Marquis Wu as the core.

The more you go in, the deeper you gather.

There is a high probability that he will be taken down if he wants to get out of the tomb.

pity.

Luo Zhifeng probably didn't expect it either.

Chen Yao did the opposite this time.

Standing at the foot of the lonely mountain, Chen Yao had deep eyes and kept taking deep breaths to adjust his breath.

This kind of long-distance running, sneaking late at night.

The consumption of physical energy and blood is extremely astonishing.

Even for him, it's hard to keep going for hours on end.

Wait for a little breath.

Chen Yao went straight to the top of the lonely mountain. Compared with the main peak of Dingjun Mountain, this small lonely mountain was only about a hundred meters away.

Say it's a mountain.

It's more like a hill.

However, the forest is deep and dense, and there are few people on weekdays, and it is almost impossible to find a way.

Chen Yao did not climb to the top, but stopped halfway up the mountain.

Climb high and look far away.

At the foot of the lonely mountain, a big river passes through, and the river is rolling.

"Han River?"

Chen Yao's memory is amazing.

Almost all the maps I have seen are deeply embedded in my mind.

Jiang Shui's name was called out at once.

There are small towns that live by water.

The town is not big, and it is estimated that there are only a few hundred families.

People here rely on water for generations, and almost every household has a fishing boat.

It can also be regarded as a supply station on the Han River system.

Although the fog on the river was thick, Chen Yao could clearly see that there were countless boats docked at the wharf outside the town.

Transportation is convenient in this age.

Waterways have long been replaced by high-speed railways.

Most of the ships running in the Han River are cargo ships.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yao's eyes couldn't help flickering.

If it's a passenger ship, it's not easy to hide.

But the cargo cabin is complicated, as long as one sneaks into it, no one will know it even for three to five days.

And it flows downstream from the Han River.

Just crossing Yang County.

Going ashore and entering the Qinling Mountains from there is more convenient than the mountain road.

He let out a foul breath.

Chen Yao looked back at Dingjun Mountain behind him.

In the vast night.

A beam of light shot up into the sky.

Like a big net falling from the sky.

"Old Luo, hold on, don't be so angry that you vomit blood."

Chen Yao grinned.

Again and again, escape from the hands.

It is hard for anyone to accept it.

it's him.

Can't help but have some sympathy.

I just don't know whether Lao Luo is waiting or can't help but go down to the grave.