Chapter 247 Mausoleum (seeking subscription~)

  Before entering the cave, Sifa had already made sufficient preparations. He threw a box of matches outside the cave, which contained a pocket remote-controlled bomb he had set up. When necessary, he can detonate that small bomb to create flames and escape by using ‘flame jump’.

  In his pocket, there is a stack of rough-cut paper figures. He is carrying a kettle, but it is filled with sea water, of course it is not for drinking, but as a carrier of "Holy Water". He has used "Devil May Cry" to make a pot of holy water.

  Run away immediately if you are in danger.

  Failure.

  Don’t take risks.

  Being alive is more important than anything else.

  Sifah, who had warned him, walked into the cave. Not long after entering, there was a stone step down one level.

  In the cave, there is sunlight penetrating through the cracks in the mountain or artificially excavated holes. The environment is still bright when thrown into it, but it is not enough for Xifa to see the whole picture.

  Who must live in such a dim cave? Doesn’t it smell good to live outside?

  This environment is almost like a tomb.

  Sifa thoughts diverged, walked down the stone steps, and saw weeds growing on the ground, and wooden spears, torches, stone bowls and even the complete bones of dogs fell from the grass.

  He kicked off some debris, picked up a torch from the grass, stretched his hand on the torch, and the crimson reflected, and then lit the torch.

  Sifah walked forward holding a torch, and saw houses built following the trend of the cave, either made of wood or stone, high and low, randomly distributed in this space without planning.

  Many of these houses have collapsed, especially those with wooden structures, which have become piles of rubble.

  After walking for a while, I saw a totem, carved with a feathered snake pattern, with gold pieces inlaid with snake scales, and a variety of bird feathers glued out of two wings.

Xifa raised the torch, and said thoughtfully: "If the feather snake worships, I remember it is from the southern continent. Could it be that people from the southern continent live here? But how can people from the southern continent run here? , And still live on this deserted island?"

  He saw that many buildings were decorated with feathers or gold in front of their doors. This was indeed the style of the southern continent.

  Sifah saw that a stone house was still intact, so he tried to open the door, and saw that there was a black coffin inside, and he almost ran out of the cave.

  He was right.

  This cave is basically a mausoleum.

  Sifa did not go to uncover the coffin, he walked out quietly, and inspected the other two well-preserved rooms. Without exception, one or more black coffins were seen in the room.

  Some coffins have even fallen apart, and the corpses inside are exposed to the air, and Sifa even saw the corpse of a child.

   Soon Sifa came to the altar. There were a lot of bones piled on the altar, but these were animal bones. Sheep are the majority, followed by dogs, and there are some Westphalians who can't see the bones of animals.

  They are stacked neatly according to a certain rule, and the skulls are stacked on the top layer, forming the shape of a pyramid.

  When Xifa got closer to observe these bones, he suddenly looked through a goat skull and saw a person kneeling in the shadow behind the altar!

  The kettle containing the holy water was immediately taken out by Xifa. He unscrewed the cork, carefully walked around the altar, and walked forward lightly, only to find that it was a corpse.

  The corpse was wearing Southern Continent-style clothing, the most obvious being the corpse’s pants, which were not only light, but also wrinkled a lot. Xifa remembered seeing it in the book, and that was the style of ancient clothing in the Bailang Empire.

  There is a stone platform in front of this corpse, and a coffin is placed on the stone platform. This coffin is different from the others. It is an iron coffin. There is a feather snake pattern on the lid of the iron coffin and some words are engraved on it.

  After identification, Xifa affirmed that these were ‘Ancient Fussac’.

"Speaking of it, the lingua franca of the Bailang Empire in the Southern Continent originated from Ancient Fussac, but the language of all countries in the Northern Continent is also Ancient Fussac. If there weren't those strange buildings and totems, these words alone would be true. It’s not so sure, who used to live here."

   "Well, a great man? A never-tiring seeker, he will finally sleep here."

  Sifah read the words on the iron coffin, and of course translated them into Luen.

  "The never-tiring seeker? What is the person in this iron coffin looking for?"

  "He brought some people from the Southern Continent, looking for something, but in the end he slept here?"

  Sifa quickly blinked his eyes, activated Spirit Vision, and looked around, but found no abnormalities, no special aura, no undead or resentful souls.

  So he put the torch aside, tried to push the lid of the coffin, and found that the lid was not completely sealed and could be pryed off.

  So Xifa stood on the stone platform, pressing the lid of the coffin with both hands, suddenly exerting force. Immediately, the lid of the iron coffin was pushed open by a gap. Xifa immediately backed away, picked up the torch, and observed for a while, only when he saw that there was nothing abnormal in the coffin, he walked forward.

  He pushed the coffin halfway open, and saw a mummy lying inside, wrapped in layers of cloth, and let the mummy’s hands cross his chest.

  On the chest of the mummy, there is a locked wooden box. The box is decorated with gold pieces all around, and it is engraved with simplified patterns of feather snakes. The iron coffin was also filled with various funerary objects, but it was obvious that these funerary objects were not as important as the box.

  What will be in the box?

  Sifah reached out to take out the box.

  Suddenly, in Lingshi, he saw an illusory, translucent hand suddenly stretched out from the mummy and caught Sifa’s hand.

  Sifah suddenly felt a chill, as if his arm turned into an ice sculpture and lost his feeling.

  Fortunately, he was prepared, and immediately dumped the kettle with holy water on the mummy, and suddenly there was an illusory blue smoke rising, unreal, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's irritating shouts echoed in his ears.

A figure suddenly emerged from the mummy. He was a pale to almost illusory man. He had a clear outline of the Southern Continent, his face was tattooed with some mysterious symbols, and his ears were interspersed with golden spikes. The left side of the lower lip was cracked, seemingly injured by a sharp object.

  He is also decorated with feathered gold.

  The eye sockets were blue, the lips were dark, and the deep-eyed man screamed silently at Xifa, and then the figure faded away, leaving behind a spot of light like scales of fire. Although these light spots were flying around, they seemed to be trapped by something invisible, and they couldn't fly too far.

  Sometimes they suddenly swelled and turned into a face. The man’s face just now had its mouth open, but it made no sound.

   "What is this? Remaining spirituality?"

  Sifa thought for a while, and put them into the pot that had been poured out of the holy water. After twisting the cork, he worried about creating a spiritual wall, and then put the pot away.

  Next, Sifa took out the small wooden box placed on the chest of the mummy, easily pried off the lock on the box, and opened the lid with Devil May Cry. Then he raised the torch and looked into the box, where there was something lying.

  (End of this chapter)

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