The nine-tailed fox walked slowly to the Tianyao's tomb: "Li Po, you have already regretted it once. This time, I hope you won't stop me!"

"No, you can do it again every time you regret it!"

"Just like me, I want to live again and see the king again."

"But I..."

"Stop talking about this! Moon Shadow Thief, take me to the tomb!"

Zhao Yuezhu waved his hands continuously, and the stone sculptures representing the clouds flew down piece by piece, revealing the figure of the sky demon behind.

The relief sculpture hidden under the "clouds" looks like an emaciated corpse floating in the sky.

Although there was no life on the corpse, her eyes seemed to be turning the resentment she had accumulated throughout her life into wind, frost, and rain, and heading toward the human world.

Zhao Yuezhu grabbed the nine-tailed fox by the shoulders and pushed her towards the relief on the stone door.

The moment the two overlapped, Zhao Yuezhu waved his left palm several times in succession, pushing Shi Yun back to his original position piece by piece.

In just a moment, there was a sound like the roar of a sky demon and the wild wind dancing from behind the clouds.

The tomb door that was originally closed was also trembling from the inside out, as if something was constantly crashing into the demon tomb, trying to break out of the confinement.

Zhao Yuezhu turned around and blocked the door of the demon tomb, looking at me and Ye Yang coldly: "Li Po, you'd better not move."

"Otherwise, you will definitely regret it!"

Zhao Yuezhu's gaze was like a sharp sword hanging over my head, which could fall down at any time.

It's not that I can't get out of the range of the sword suspended above my head, but I don't know if I should take that step.

Because that sword is the life and death of Feng Ruoxing and Wang Butcher.

The sword of love is also the sword that sharpens the heart.

Just when I was having a hard time making a choice, Lao Liu was also in trouble.

Lao Liu has pieced together the cipher text twelve times in a row, and a group of prisoners brought out by Nangong Town have also disappeared.

Nangong Zhen pointed to the image reflected in the mirror and said: "Master Liu, you have to be careful. If you delay it any longer, your lord will fall into madness even if he is not dead."

"If you move faster, you might be able to save him!"

Lao Liu seemed not to have heard Nangong Zhen's words, waving a fan with one hand and staring at the cipher text that he had pieced together for the thirteenth time.

Nangong Zhen said displeased: "Master Liu, if I remember correctly, the cipher text that is pieced together now is already the same as the second time, right?"

"Are you too nervous?"

"How about I send someone to give one of Zhang Baishou's hands to the Yueying Thief so that she can use it as a weapon to prevent her from attacking your lord?"

With Old Liu's intelligence, he could certainly hear the threat in the other party's words, but he just said lightly: "Wait for me!"

Anger just appeared on Nangong Zhen's face, and he seemed to have thought of something. He could only suppress his anger and said: "I hope you can hurry up."

Lao Liu suddenly waved his fan and whipped up a gust of wind. He forcibly turned the stone slabs on the ground in another direction. Then he pointed at the mountain bandit and said, "Come here and fight upwards in the current direction."

Nangong Zhen frowned slightly: "Is it that simple?"

Lao Liu nodded and said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Nangong Zhen shook his head slightly and said: "If you want to try it, you can't try it with Mountain Bandit. That person over there, come over and try it."

The prisoner whose name was called by Nangong Zhen knew that he would definitely die if he didn't go, so he could only walk to the door step by step and put together the stone slabs according to Old Liu's instructions.

When the man pressed the last stone slab against the door, not only did the stone door not turn into a murder trap, but a straight crack opened in the middle.

The death row prisoner who was called up to join the slates closed his eyes in resignation and knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, shivering.

Perhaps, he thought it would not be too painful to die this way.

What he was waiting for was not death, but Nangong Zhen's laughter.

Although this crack in the door is not as wide as a person's finger, it is enough to make Nangong Zhen ecstatic: "Okay, okay..."

Nangong Zhen said "good" more than a dozen times before saying excitedly: "Hurry, Master, keep up the hard work, I think we are not far away from cracking the stone gate."

Old Liu waved his fan and said, "It's still a little short of the mark... Where exactly is this point?"

Nangong Zhen suppressed his excitement and stepped aside, not daring to disturb Lao Liu anymore.

At this time, Lao Liu said in a deep voice: "Old Hei, hold on to me. I want to get close to Shimen and take a look. If anything happens, pull me back in time."

Night Owl thought for a while, pulled out a rope from Old Liu's backpack, tied it around Old Liu's waist, and stood on the spot holding the other end of the rope.

Nangong Zhen pretended to be generous and said: "My friend named Hei, you can move forward a little bit. If you encounter any danger, a rope cannot save Master's life."

But Lao Liu said: "This is good! If this and the rope can't save me, even if he walks close to me, there will be a result."

Nangong Zhen took advantage of the moment he was talking to Lao Liu and took a few steps forward: "I'm not talented, but I also have some skills. I can help out a bit by escorting Master."

Nangong Zhen seemed to be afraid that Old Liu would run away, staring closely at Old Liu and following him as he moved forward step by step.

But Lao Liu stopped three steps away from the stone gate.
Chapter completed!