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Chapter 82 It's Not Just the Mountain That Cracked

Looking at the simple words on the sheepskin booklet, Zhang Jin felt a chill.

Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted to the archaeological team who were still studying the red-eye pattern in the ghost cave: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Those who hadn't figured out the situation looked back at him blankly.

"This is the Ghost Mother's transfiguration. After the ceremony is successful, the entire Ghost Cave and even the entire Jingjue Ancient City will be swallowed up by the imaginary space!" Zhang Jin said loudly.

Although he has never seen a real illusion of travel, but combined with the guidance of the sages in the sheepskin book, he can also draw a general conclusion.

Hu Bayi: "Who is the ghost mother? The Queen of Excellence?"

Wang Kaixuan: "What illusion?"

Chen Jiuren: "Why are Ghost Cave and Jingjue Ancient City swallowed up by imaginary space?"

"..." Zhang Jin, "Can't you ask some useful questions?"

Shirley Yang asked: "How long will the ceremony take to complete, and do we still have a chance to escape?"

Zhang Jin pointed at her and said, "Finally there is a normal person. I don't know how long the ceremony will take. I only know that if I don't escape now, I won't have a chance!"

Hu Bayi also reacted: "Then hurry up, what are you waiting for!"

At this time, the fat man shouted: "Old Hu, look behind, that big eye in the ghost hole seems to be rising up!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the red giant eye pattern was slowly rising. According to this speed, the cliff platform would be swallowed by the giant eye pattern before they ran back to the treasure house of funeral objects.

Knowing that time was running out, Zhang Jin hurriedly greeted everyone: "Follow me!"

Then he ran towards the cave leading to the prophet's tomb.

"Follow up, support Professor Chen! Professor Hao, don't look, run quickly! Fatty, you are in the rear." Hu Bayi said loudly.

A group of people followed Zhang Jin and ran into the cave.

The figure on the stone beam was still frozen in the last movement, completely motionless.

The corpse-scented konjac on the Kunlun sacred tree slowly opened its petals, and the bewitching purple light continued to flow.

"Fatty, blow up the entrance of the hole with dynamite!"

"Aren't you afraid to bury us in it?"

"I'm even more afraid of that slender queen chasing me!"

"Old Hu, listen to you."

Wang Kaixuan took out the explosives and ignited them, then threw them the way he came.

Not long after, there was a loud bang, and the whole cave was shaken by the blast, with gravel constantly falling from above!

Seeing that the shaking didn't stop, but became more and more intense, Hu Bayi shouted: "It's about to landslide!"

Everyone continued to run towards the depths of the cave without stopping.

Zhang Jin led the way and walked through the narrow cave passage to the prophet's tomb.

"Where is this?" Ye Yixin asked.

Zhang Jin said: "The tomb of the prophet."

"The tomb of the prophet?"

"Jingjue Country doesn't seem to have the position of prophet?" Hao Aiguo pushed his glasses.

"The prophet's tomb is too simple. Hey, Hu, you see there are two rice dumplings."

"Don't talk nonsense, that's a mummy, what rice dumpling! These two should be prophets, right?"

"Yes, the younger one is the Prophet, and the old man next to him is the Prophet's servant." Zhang Jin walked to the side of the stone box and looked at the pattern on it, but there was no change.

"Master Zhang, are you sure the younger one is a prophet?" Wang Kaixuan asked.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"It's a small problem. The prophet's mummy's head seems to be split."

"Cracked, cracked?" Zhang Jin was taken aback for a moment, and hurried around the stone box to come to the crowd to inspect it carefully together.

Sure enough, there was an obvious crack on the forehead of the little prophet wearing a ribbon hat, extending to the bridge of the nose.

Zhang Jin was speechless for a while, what's the situation?
"What is in this stone box?" Shirley Yang turned his attention to the stone box.

Chen Jiuren was observing the murals on the stone box: "This should be the ancient prophecy given by the prophet, but it is not very accurate. It said that after the death of the prophet, no one came into the tomb. Four people came in and opened the stone box, but there were more than four of us."

Zhang Jin didn't look at these murals, but reached out and pushed the lid of the stone box away, then opened the second stone box, and took out the sheepskin booklet from inside.

"What is this?" Everyone looked around curiously.

Zhang Jin said: "A prophecy predicts how we will escape."

"Really? Didn't Professor Chen just say that, the prophet's prediction is not very accurate." Wang Kaixuan was dubious.

Zhang Jin took a deep breath, and then threw the sheepskin booklet directly on the ground.

"What are you doing? Even if the prophet is inaccurate, this is still a cultural relic! How can it be thrown on the ground casually!" Hao Aiguo picked up the sheepskin booklet from the ground a little angrily.

Suddenly, the mountain began to shake violently again!
"It's coming." Zhang Jin looked up at the top of the cave, and cracks began to appear.

"What's coming?" Shirley Yang asked.

"The way out is coming."

"How the hell does this look like a way out? I think it looks like a dead end!" Wang Kaixuan hurriedly dodged the falling stone above his head.

"Look, there is a crack next to it!" Chu Jian suddenly said loudly.

"I have it here too!"

Hao Aiguo and Shirley Yang said at the same time.

Hu Bayi looked at Zhang Jin: "Which way to go?"

Zhang Jin looked at the prophet's body, but found that the kid was still sitting there, motionless.

Brother!You fell down, everyone is waiting for your help!I didn't mean to destroy your prophecy, besides, you are cracked, you should be out of anger, right?Even if you don't save me, you should save your descendant Shirley Yang!

After muttering for a while, the Prophet was finally knocked down by a falling rock.

After Zhang Jin saw the direction the Prophet was pointing at, he immediately led the crowd towards the crack entrance.

The shaking of the mountain became more and more violent, as if Mount Zagrama was about to collapse!
"If this mountain collapses, it may be difficult for Queen Jingjue and her tomb to be seen again!" Hao Aiguo regretted while running.

"Professor Hao, it's already this time, don't worry about the queen, it's still a question of whether we can escape!"

"Xiao Wang, if the ancient city of Jingjue is gone, what's the use of us escaping? Our archaeological goals have not been achieved at all!"

"As for the big dancing zongzi, I think it would be good if it was really buried, so as not to go out and harm the people!"

"you……"

"Stop arguing, you two, and watch out for falling rocks above your heads!"

After running for a while in the cracks of the mountain, the archaeological team finally ran out of the Zagrama Mountain and came outside.

At this time, the sky was dark, the wind was strong, and the sandstorm swept across the entire Zagrama Mountain and Jingjue Ancient City, forcing everyone to put on goggles and turban masks before they had time to catch their breath.

"Come with me, don't fall behind!" Zhang Jin greeted everyone.Before going down to the underground palace, he had an agreement with An Liman that if a sandstorm blew up, An Liman and the camel team would wait for him somewhere for a while.

(End of this chapter)