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

Chen Yao's face was full of disbelief, he stared blankly at that figure, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality.

boom!

suddenly.

A fiery burning sensation surged under his chest.

The sharp stabbing pain woke him up.

The world is spinning in sight.

At the same time, there was a wave of ups and downs. If he hadn't forcibly held back, he would have almost bent down and vomited wildly.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard.

Make an effort to become sober.

He opened his eyes again and looked up.

In the distance, the team of Yin soldiers crossing the border has gradually drifted away.

It quickly disappeared into the heavy rain.

But no matter how he looked at it, the team didn't find himself in the end.

It seemed that the previous scene was really just an illusion.

After those ghostly shadows completely disappeared, Chen Yao withdrew his gaze and glanced at himself, only then did he realize when he had stopped.

Just standing there in a daze under the rain curtain, letting the pouring rain drench on her body, her clothes were already soaked, and the rain was continuously dripping down her cheeks from the tips of her hair.

"wrong……"

He wiped the rainwater off his face with his hand.

Chen Yao seemed to remember something, and suddenly spread his left hand.

Look down.

In the palm of his hand, that golden awn is still jumping like a wick flame.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"

Chapter 81 Wuhou Temple and Yangtianwa

crackling~

Fire is burning.

The dry wood made a crackling sound from time to time in the fire.

With his upper body bare, Chen Yao found a rolling stone and sat down, leaning against the fire to keep warm.

There was a strong musty smell in the air, and in the shrine on the left front, there was still a golden clay statue.

Wearing a lun scarf, wearing a crane cloak, holding a lupine, with a solemn look.

However, the golden paint on the statue has long been stripped away.

Only one mud tire remained.

The flickering flames reflected on his face, making it hard not to feel a little scared.

On the plaque on the top of the statue, there are vaguely written words like "Han Prime Minister Wu Zhongyihou".

This Wuhou Temple was first built in the Ming Dynasty, but unfortunately it was destroyed several times by war disasters. Today, this ancient temple was rebuilt during the Daoguang period.

However, more than 200 years have passed, because no one takes care of it, it has become dilapidated.

It has become a place for those who collect herbs or merchants to rest at night.

The previous rain, which came quickly and went quickly, had already stopped.

However, the ground of Wuhou Temple was still wet and muddy, with rainwater accumulating all over the ground.

Chen Yao could only find a slightly drier place, found some dry firewood and fallen leaves left by his predecessors, and lit the bonfire.

only……

Sit down and rest for a long time.

But the previous scene always appeared in his mind.

Chen Yao still can't figure it out.

The Golden Crow's fiery intent signaled a warning, which meant that what he saw was not illusory.

But why did the evil-breaking talisman in his hand never break through the air?

Especially the face he saw at the end of the team, he couldn't confirm whether it was his own or an illusion.

Thinking about it now.

It seems that all the turning points happened at the moment when the ghostly figure in the front turned back.

Now no matter how hard he tries to recall, he can't remember why he stopped.

Obviously his original goal was to rush into the group of Yin soldiers crossing the border to see if they were humans or ghosts?

But when he reacted, he stood like a pillar in the pouring rain.

So evil!

Chen Yao stretched out his hand and rubbed the aching brows.

I really can't figure it out.

Just stop thinking about it.

Take out the dry food and water from the backpack, chew slowly, and slowly recover your strength.

After more than half an hour, the rain-soaked clothes finally dried.

It was dark early in the mountains, it was only six or seven o'clock, and it was already dark outside.

There is no moon or stars in the sky.

In the deep mountains and old forests, there is only this bonfire he lit in Wuhou Temple, like a solitary sail in the sea under the vast night.

Take out the map again.

Chen Yao leaned closer to the fire and took a closer look.

According to folklore, Zhuge Wuhou's tomb, "Qianliang, Houfeng, Zuoling, Yougang", protects the tomb in it, and the ancient trees are towering, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find the sacred tomb.

The map is not a common tourist map on the market, but a geological map of Mian County that Zhang Laojiu asked someone to find specially.

Even if it is just a mountain ridge, a deep stream or a mound, it is completely depicted on the map.

What he saw right now was Dingjun Mountain.

"Wuhou Temple..."

He took out a marker pen and drew a red circle on the logo of one of the ancient buildings.

This is where he is now.

Then, the finger continued to go south along the map.

After looking carefully for a long time, the fingertips finally stopped at one place.

"Scribble beam..."

Surrounded by nine hills, Chen Yao saw a very inconspicuous mountain ridge called Shuan.

About half a kilometer long.

This kind of mountain ridge is very common in Dingjun Mountain.

If you glance at the map at will, you can see such things as Qingshan Liang, Logging Liang, Duanjing Liang, Fangniu Liang and Wazhai Liang.

But it can be in countless place names.

It caught Chen Yao's attention.

It is because in the north of Shuan Liang, there is a peak shaped like a pen holder, which is called Bifeng Mountain by the locals.

On the west side, there is a section of low-slope mountains, and on the east side, there is a hill.

It is completely consistent with the rumored Qianliang, Houfeng, Zuoling, and Yougang.

"Yes, it should be here."

Chen Yao's eyes, which were slightly irritated because of the previous incident, suddenly brightened.

Calculated the distance again.

That place is about six or seven kilometers away from Wuhou Temple.

"But there is no time to fight, and the cock crows and the lights go out to touch gold... What a fart to wait."

Seeing that the distance is so close.

Chen Yao didn't mean to delay at all.

Get up quickly from the ground.

Put on the clothes hanging on the rack to dry next to you.

Take out the flashlight from the system space again.

Not forgetting to extinguish the bonfire on the ground, he took the shotgun and left Wuhou Temple quickly.

It was pitch black outside.

I don't know if it was because of the Yin soldiers passing through the border before.

There was a deathly silence in the deep mountains.

Birds chirping, insects chirping, beasts roaring, but they didn't hear a bit.

In particular, the most common sound of frogs in summer nights has also disappeared strangely now.

If it weren't for the large area of ​​ancient trees and dense forests around, Chen Yao would even think that he was still under Cao Cao's tomb, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

but……

After a brief moment of surprise.

Chen Yao's eyes were covered with determination.

The weird situation before had already angered him, and the anger accumulated in his chest was worrying that there was nowhere to release it, if those dark soldiers dared to appear again.

He dared to cut it down with a single blow.

Whether it is a human or a ghost.

Identify the next direction in the vast darkness.

Soon, Chen Yao walked deeper into Dingjun Mountain with big strides.

But this road is extremely difficult.

Surrounded by tall trees and dense forests, there are overgrown bushes, and rotten fallen leaves are piled up all over the ground. In addition to the heavy rain before, one foot is deep and one foot is shallow.

In the sound of creaking water.

The trouser legs were soaked quickly.

Chen Yao didn't care, but occasionally stopped halfway and adjusted his direction constantly, his eyes were determined, burning like fire.

The sound of footsteps.

From time to time, those night birds that rest in the treetops will be awakened.

It flew out from the leaves with fluttering wings, knocking down large swaths of rain.

Chen Yao, who was walking through the woods below, would deliberately avoid it at first, but when he got to the back, his whole body was wet again by the thick night dew, he just walked casually.

But the more you go to the south of the mountain, the deeper you go.

However, Chen Yao keenly discovered that there seemed to be a spirit of gold and stone hidden in the vastness of the night.

Although dead silent.

Suddenly, I could hear the sound of gold and iron horses and soldiers fighting in my ears.

He couldn't help but stop.