When I saw this gun, I was stunned. I thought to myself: "This gun has obviously just been fired, but these people have been dead for more than half a year. How is this possible? Is it possible?"

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Before I could figure out what was going on, suddenly a black shadow flashed behind me. I felt something was wrong, so I suddenly turned my head and looked behind me.

But it doesn't matter at this glance. To be honest, I almost peed myself.

I saw a huge monster that looked like an octopus rushing toward me.

This monster looks extremely ugly, with reddish-brown markings all over its body, and its slippery body is covered with milky white liquid. What makes me even more disgusted is that this thing actually has a human face.

The octopus-like monster bared its teeth and claws and rushed towards me. Although I was panicking, my reaction was not slow at all.

I first rolled to my side to avoid the guy's bite, and then with my backhand, I picked up the gun in the mummy's hand.

Pull the bolt, load the bullet, pull the trigger...all the actions are done in one go, without any sloppiness.

I heard two gunshots: "Bang, bang..." and the octopus-like monster was shot in the head. Dark green blood splashed out, almost hitting my face.

After being shot, the octopus-like monster tilted its body and fell straight towards me. I was startled and hurriedly hid behind me, but one of my feet accidentally tripped on the leg of the mummy behind me.

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I staggered and fell to the ground with a thump. The gun in my hand was unsteady and I threw it out. It happened to land not far away from me.

I stood up and reached out to pick up the gun that fell on the ground, but at this moment, a ray of light suddenly flashed outside the palace gate not far away.

"There is someone!" After seeing this ray of light, I couldn't help but feel happy.

It was exactly the same as the miner's lamp above my head. I was so sure because only this kind of miner's lamp had a circle of auxiliary light sources in addition to the main light source.

Wherever there are lights, there are people, so ghosts will not wander around the streets with lights.

"No matter which one of these two guys it is, find one first!"

And the most important thing is that besides me, the only person with this kind of headlamp in this place is either Yao Fang or the beautiful iceberg sister Liu Min.

Thinking of this, I didn't care about the fallen gun. I jumped up from the ground and ran towards the flashing position of the miner's lamp.

At the same time, there was a rush of footsteps on the iron stairs not far behind me.

I immediately thought to myself: "That's bad! Could it be that the gunshots just now alerted those country rats? If those guys are chasing me, I only have a sapper shovel in my hand. In that case, Mr.

I suffered a big loss."

With this in my mind, I stepped on my feet harder and didn't look back. I just ran towards the place where the miner's lamp flickered.

Compared with the other side of the Japanese underground base, this place is obviously much larger.

If I guessed correctly, this is the center of the entire base, and the research institute I worked at before is just a corner of the entire base.

When I looked down from the fourth-floor platform, I felt that it wasn't that big down there, but when I was here, I felt like "looking at the mountain and running to death."

In front of the ancient palace is a small stone forest, where dozens of large and small stone towers stand.

The shape of these stone towers is very strange. They are milky white all over. They are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The overall look is like the pyramids left in ancient Egypt, but they are not completely similar. This stone tower is slimmer than the pyramids.

It's taller, but it looks a lot like the Mani piles piled up by devout believers on the roadside near Tibetan areas.

These stone towers are arranged very irregularly, and I don't seem to feel any regularity in them. It feels like they were piled up casually outside the palace gate.

I ignored these stone towers and walked sideways around them. Although I could occasionally see strange patterns on some of the stone towers, I didn't take them to heart.

But to be honest, I never thought that this little bit of negligence would almost cost me my life.

Of course, these are all things for later.

I trotted around the white stone towers and followed the light to the ancient palace.

Although this palace cannot compare with the 1,300-year-old Potala Palace in Lhasa, it is not much smaller. It has white walls, red tiles, and gold hanging beams. It has been buried deep in the ground for so long, and there is no trace of corrosion or deterioration.

There were four strange-looking figures standing on the left and right sides of the door. They looked like gods but not gods, they looked like humans but not human, they looked like Buddhas but not Buddhas, they looked like weirds but not weirds.

The eight people were more than three meters tall, and their bodies were covered with gold foil. Under the illumination of the miner's lamp above my head, they shone with golden light.

In addition, these eight guys had different shapes, each with a green face and fangs, holding a weapon, and wearing armor. They stood on both sides of the palace door, with their heads lowered, overlooking those who dared to approach the palace.

I glanced at these eight guys, and I couldn't help but think of the "Eight Tribes" often mentioned in Buddhism, which is also what people often call the "Eight Tribes of Heaven and Dragons."

I looked at the eight golden statues in front of me and scratched my teeth, and then said to myself: "What the hell is this place? Are these eight golden statues going to be guarded? And after so many years, why is this place still like this?

New? It looks like it was newly built not long ago?”

I said as I walked towards the main entrance of the palace.

Having said this, I have to mention the architectural style of Tibetan areas. Compared with the luxurious buildings in other areas, due to climate and terrain reasons, most of the palaces here in Tibet are in the shape of watchtowers with wood and stone structures. At the same time, they also take into account

Military parapets, arrow stacks, bells and trench designs.

Most of this architectural style was influenced by Songtsen Gampo. Since Songtsen Gampo succeeded to the throne in 629 AD, Tibet has faced extremely severe political and military threats.

In order to better resist powerful enemies, when Songtsen Gampo designed the palace, he made the doors smaller and smaller. On the contrary, he increased the height and thickness of the palace walls.

Not only that, Songtsen Gampo also liked the design of "city within a city, palace within a palace". In other words, after building a palace on the ground, he built an identical city on the ground.

Although this has not yet been officially confirmed, it still belongs to the category of unofficial history.

However, from the two 300-meter-long underground secret passages discovered when King Lai V rebuilt the destroyed Potala Palace in the 17th century, it can be seen that when the Potala Palace was first built, Songtsen Gampo had already begun to build it.

"City within a city, palace within a palace" is ready.

And could the palace I was in right now be that glorious city back then, or an underground replica of the palace of a man with infinite scenery and power...

I stood outside the palace, looking at everything in front of me and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

The reason why I know this is because after I retired from the army and returned home, Mr. Xu specially forcibly instilled "knowledge points" in me in order to let me succeed Yiyuanzhai.

I thought I would never use these things in my life, but I never expected that I would encounter this "city within a city, a palace within a palace" today.

Just like the buildings in Tibetan areas on the ground, no matter how old or grand your building is, the door is neither too high nor too big.

I walked in and took a look, and found that the door of the palace was not closed, but ajar.

I thought to myself: "It's probably Yao Fang or Liu Min. One of them went in from here."

I didn't push the heavy wooden door with my hand, but planned to get in sideways from this place.

But just when I turned aside, I subconsciously glanced behind me, and accidentally discovered that there was a long and narrow piece of cloth hanging on the edge of the door.

What makes me even more surprised is that the material and color of the cloth are exactly the same as the clothes I am wearing.

I reached out and took the strip of cloth in my hand, and said to myself in surprise: "This is so fucking weird. This strip of cloth is clearly the same as my own clothes. It's like it was torn off my own clothes."

The same thing. But the problem is that my clothes are not damaged? So, where did this strip of cloth come from?"

Just when I was hesitating at the door with a piece of cloth in my hand, an extremely sharp and ear-piercing scream suddenly came from inside the palace.

The voice was extremely high, as if he was extremely frightened. What's more terrible is that I recognized that voice.

"Liu Siniang!" After hearing the scream, I blurted out this name immediately.

The next second, I crossed the door on one side and ran towards the palace.

But the moment I crossed the door, I heard a "squeak" sound, and my clothes accidentally scraped on a raised wooden fork at the door of the temple. Because I rushed forward with too much force, this time

It actually tore off a large piece of my clothes.

The torn cloth strip was hanging on the edge of the door, swaying with the gentle breeze underground.

I glanced at the cloth on the door, and then subconsciously glanced at the cloth in my hand. I couldn't help but swallowed, and murmured: "It can't be such a coincidence!"

At this moment, three figures suddenly flashed past.

These three people are holding torches and have different shapes. From a distance, one of them is tall and burly, looking like a bear from a distance; one is slim and well-proportioned, graceful; the other is short and thin, like a malnourished little monkey.

But even so, the movements of these three people were surprisingly fast, and they disappeared around the corner in a flash.

These three people didn't see me, but I saw them clearly, "Xiong Ming! Hua Muling! Xiao Niya! Why are they? Weren't they captured by Mr. Xu? Why did they run away suddenly?
Chapter completed!