The Xuanyuan Tomb I Built Has Attracted Tomb Robbers from All over the World

　　Looking at Xu Feng who was a little excited, Zhao Zhaozhao was taken aback for a moment, but he still nodded and said, "I am indeed dead, and I am dead in this tomb!"

　　He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the door of the tomb lying in front of him. His heart was like a landslide and a tsunami.

　　Seeing Xu Feng's face suddenly changed, Zhao Zhaozhao seemed to have thought of something.

　　Xu Lei's surname is Xu, and the one in front of him is also surnamed Xu. Could it be...

　　"Mr. Xu, is Xu Lei from the Xu family?"

　　"It is indeed from my Xu family..."

　　A faint voice sounded, and at the same time, everyone present felt a strong sense of oppression.

　　"Say, who let him into the tomb!"

　　The cold voice made everyone shiver, and looked at Xu Feng with some fear.

　　At this moment, they felt unprecedented pressure on Xu Feng.

　　As if in front of them were not people, but a beast, a beast that could explode at any time!

　　Xu Fengnian, who was standing by the side, also mourned for this group of people.

　　Although his brother is an abandoned son, the reason is too outrageous.

　　It was just because of a lollipop, but because of his face, Xu Feng could only acquiesce to this matter.

　　However, his heart was still full of guilt.

　　Anyway, it's his own grandson.

　　Now that he has died so vaguely, if they don't give an explanation, their Xu family will definitely not give up.

　　"Mr. Xu calmed down first, and the person who let him go to the tomb also died."

　　Like a deflated ball, Xu Feng's hostility disappeared instantly.

　　Seeing that his complexion was much better, Zhao Zhaozhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

　　At the same time, he also deeply admired himself. If Zhang Yuanming hadn't been buried in the tomb, then the current scene...

　　"Tsk tsk, I don't even dare to think about it."

　　The scene was quiet for a while, and everyone didn't know what to say at this time.

　　In the end, Zhang Zehao couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Mr. Xu, since Xu Lei's book has this hanging soul ladder, don't you know it too?"

　　Taking a look at Zhang Zehao with his eyelids, Xu Feng said slowly:

　　"My Xu family discovered a mysterious place deep in the Kunlun Mountains in the late Ming Dynasty."

　　"As long as people get in, they will be trapped until they starve to death."

　　Speaking of this, his brows slightly wrinkled, as if caught in a memory.

　　"That is an opportunity that cannot exist. It is a pattern formed by a total of four stairs, one twenty-three steps."

　　"When these four steps are combined, it will form a quadrilateral pattern with four ninety-degree corners O, and since it is a continuous closed graph combined from ascending and descending, so once you go up, The hair will always go up and down, and there will be no feeling of rising and falling."

　　"The reason is very simple, but this so-called three-dimensional space cannot exist at all! Therefore, even my Xu family can only be afraid, and there is no way to solve it."

　　"That's why my poor great-great-great-grandson uses ghosts to lead the way when he's writing books."

　　Speaking of this, Xu Feng's tone was saddened again.

　　Because his poor great-great-great-grandson died because of that.

　　I didn't even recognize him when I was watching the video.

　　Zhang Zehao sat on the chair with a butt, and the little hope he had just had was wiped out.

　　It made his originally restless heart a little unwilling.

　　Zhuge Huixin couldn't believe that the place where everyone in the tomb was located was the Hanging Soul Ladder.

　　After all, in an ancient family like the Xu family, the nephew Hanging Soul Ladder does not have any way to crack it.

　　Frowning slightly, his heart was even more confused.

　　This theoretical structure completely contradicts the reality of mathematics and Qimen Dunjia. It can only exist in the theory, and how can it appear in the tomb.

　　The people above fell into a collective silence, but the people below were in a hurry.

　　Now they don't know how long they have stayed in this place, and there is no hope of escape at all.

　　Zhuge Huimin began to sketch on paper when everyone was quiet.

　　Gradually, the structure diagram of a hanging soul ladder appeared on the paper.

　　Putting it in front of Xu Feng, he asked softly, "Is that so?"

　　Everyone looked over at her movements, and when they saw the sketch on the paper, they were all stunned.

　　"Little sister, do you know this?"

　　Looking at the detailed structure diagram above, Zhuge Huixin turned to look at her. He knew that his younger sister had no interest in the various inheritances of the Zhuge family.

　　But the research of mathematics is still quite deep, and its subtleties even surpass the so-called experts and scholars.

　　"Ah."

　　Zhuge Huimin nodded gently: "Although I don't know if it is, but I have been in contact with it before."

　　"This is a kind of mathematical model, which was only mentioned in foreign countries, and I also studied it later."

　　"It's a structure built on a theoretical basis, and whether he keeps going up or down, it's on a horizontal line."

　　"Actually, it can be understood as a flat ground, but it is just a flat ground with steps."

　　"This kind of stepped flat is composed of twenty-three steps, but it can never be completed, because its first place is connected, but it makes people feel that they are always moving towards a height, and this cycle is repeated."

　　Speaking of this, the delicate brows are still wrinkled: "Although I have studied it, because it is impossible to exist in the world, I don't know how to crack it."

　　Looking at Zhuge Huimin, who was a little ashamed, the patriarchs shook their heads in disappointment.

　　They already know the structure and appearance of it.

　　Even the structure diagram was drawn, but the final problem was still not solved.

　　How to let the grave-goer get out.

　　"Mr. Xu, is there really no way out?" Zhao Zhaozhao stared at Xu Feng with a pair of eyes, hoping that he could come up with a solution at this time.

　　Because among all the owners of the house, he is the only one who knows this thing, and has dealt with this hanging soul ladder.

　　Only he can lead the people out.

　　Seeing that his eyes were fixed on him, Xu Feng also recalled it.

　　The Xu family inheritance is generally passed down by word of mouth, many of which have disappeared in the long river of history.

　　The inheritance of the Hanging Soul Ladder has long been ambiguous.

　　But he still vaguely remembered that the Xu family's statement about the Hanging Soul Ladder was basically the same, that this thing was passed down to the ancient ancestors!

　　"This thing seems to have something to do with Fuxi!"

　　"Fuxi?"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the other patriarchs frowned.

　　They did not expect that a hanging soul ladder could actually be linked to the first saint Fuxi.

　　But thinking about it, I have to admit that this thing is also the legendary Fuxi that can have such an ability.

　　You must know that Fuxi is the ancestor of gossip, and even speaking, arithmetic originated from him.

　　The legendary Hetu Luoshu is in his hands.

　　On the Chinese mainland, there are countless legends about Fuxi, as many as stars.

　　If he really invented this thing, who would be in this tomb?

　　People who can get the inheritance of Fuxi are not what they can imagine.

　　Not to mention anything else, just this identity is scary enough.

　　Hearing the word Fuxi, Zhuge Huixin's eyes lit up.

　　For this tomb, in fact, the whole world is speculating, and the only thing that is certain at present is that it is related to ancient times.

　　Now that the trace of God Fuxi appears, there will be...

　　"Hetu, Luo Shu!"

　　The sudden shouting shocked everyone, and then the heartbeat began to accelerate violently.

　　With the reminder of Zhuge Huixin, they also thought of this question.

　　If the owner of this tomb really got the inheritance of the great god Fuxi.

　　So will Hetu Luoshu be in it? Even if there is no Hetu Luoshu, there should be a gossip diagram of one hundred and twenty-eight hexagrams in it.

　　That is also a thing that has been lost. Any aristocratic family can get it and grow to a height that other aristocratic families look up to.

　　"But...but this thing should be a modern product, how could it come from Fuxi's hand?"

　　Zhuge Huimin said somewhat uncertainly: "The Penrose Staircase is a product of modern technology. It was impossible to have such an understanding ability in ancient times, not even Fuxi."

　　"The accuracy of the formula can be said to be extremely complicated, and even modern computers may not be able to calculate it accurately."

　　"How is it possible for an ancient ancestor!"

　　Her words made everyone's brows furrowed.

　　The reason why the Hanging Soul Ladder does not exist is because no one can accurately calculate the data.

　　Not even the most powerful computer in the world can do it.

　　And if you want to create a hanging soul ladder, you also need to understand the so-called astronomy and geography and other aspects.

　　There are so many things out there that are beyond human comprehension.

　　Not even in modern times.

　　How could it appear in the underground world of the ancient living equipment!

　　Xu Feng looked at Zhuge Huimin with a serious face, his eyes were lost, and he said softly, "Do you know that modern computers can calculate the one hundred and twenty-eight hexagrams innate?"