The Nine-Tailed Fox walked slowly to the Tian Yao Tomb: "Li Po, you've regretted it once already. This time, I hope you won't stop me!"

"No, every regret can be relived!"

"Just like me, I keep thinking about living again, to see Great King again."

"But I..."

"Enough about that! Yue Ying Dao, send me into the tomb!"

As Zhao Yuezhu waved her hands continuously, the stone carvings representing the clouds flew down piece by piece, revealing the figure of the Tian Yao behind them.

The bas-relief hidden beneath the "clouds" looked like a withered corpse floating in the sky.

Although the corpse no longer had any life, her eyes seemed to want to turn the resentment she had accumulated in her lifetime into wind, frost, and rain, and pour it down upon the world.

Zhao Yuezhu grabbed the Nine-Tailed Fox's shoulder and pushed her towards the bas-relief on the stone door.

At the moment when the two merged, Zhao Yuezhu waved her left palm several times in succession, pushing the stone clouds back into place piece by piece.

In just a moment, whistling sounds of the Tian Yao and the sound of yin winds dancing wildly came from behind the clouds.

The originally closed tomb door was also shaking violently from the inside out, as if something was constantly衝撞 (chōng zhuàng, ramming) the demon tomb, trying to break the forbidden seal and escape.

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

"Otherwise, you will definitely regret it!"

Zhao Yuezhu's gaze was like a sharp sword hanging above my head, ready to fall at any time.

It wasn't that I couldn't step out of the range where the sword was suspended above my head, but that I didn't know whether I should take that step.

Because that sword was the life and death of Feng Ruoxing and Wang Tufu.

The sword of brotherhood, also the sword of heartache.

Just as I was struggling to make a decision, Lao Liu also fell into trouble.

Lao Liu had already pieced together the secret text twelve times in a row, and a team of prisoners brought out by Nangong Zhen had also disappeared.

Nangong Zhen pointed to the scene reflected in the mirror and said, "Master Liu, you have to be careful. If you delay any longer, your lord will either die or go mad."

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

Lao Liu acted as if he didn't hear Nangong Zhen's words, and watched the secret text he had pieced together for the thirteenth time while waving his fan.

Nangong Zhen said unhappily, "Master Liu, if I remember correctly, the secret text you're piecing together now is the same as the second one, right?"

"Are you too nervous?"

"How about I send one of Zhang Baishou's hands to Yue Ying Dao, so she'll be afraid to act rashly and won't attack your lord?"

With Lao Liu's intelligence, he could of course hear the threat in the other party's words, but he just said lightly, "Wait for me a moment!"

Anger had just risen on Nangong Zhen's face when he seemed to think of something again, and he could only suppress his anger and say, "I hope you can hurry."

Suddenly, Lao Liu waved his fan and stirred up a gust of wind, forcibly turning the stone slab on the ground in one direction. Then he pointed to Chuan Shan Dao (Tunneling Thief) and said, "You come over and piece it together upwards according to the current direction."

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

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

Nangong Zhen shook his head slightly and said, "If we're going to try, we can't use Chuan Shan Dao to try. You, over there, come over and try."

The prisoner who was named by Nangong Zhen knew that he would surely die if he didn't go, so he could only walk step by step to the door and piece together the stone slabs according to Lao Liu's instructions.

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

The death row prisoner who had been called up to piece together the stone slabs closed his eyes resignedly, hugged his head in his hands, and knelt on the ground, trembling.

Perhaps he thought that he wouldn't feel too much pain if he died like this.

What he was waiting for was not the arrival of death, but Nangong Zhen's hearty laughter.

Although this crack was not even as wide as a finger, it was enough to make Nangong Zhen ecstatic: "Good, good, good..."

Nangong Zhen said more than a dozen "good" words in a row before saying excitedly, "Quick, Master, keep up the good work. I think we're not far from cracking the stone door."

Lao Liu waved his fan and said, "Still a little short... Just where is this little bit?"

Nangong Zhen suppressed his excitement and retreated to the side, not daring to disturb Lao Liu any further.

But at this time, Lao Liu said in a deep voice: "Lao Hei, you guard the formation for me. I want to get close to the stone door to take a look. If anything happens, pull me back in time."

Hei Ye Xiao (Black Night Owl) thought for a while, then pulled a rope out of Lao Liu's backpack, tied it around Lao Liu's waist, and stood in place, holding the other end of the rope.

Nangong Zhen said magnanimously, "This friend with the surname Hei, you can move forward a little. If you encounter any danger, a rope won't save the master's life."

But Lao Liu said, "This is fine! If this rope can't save me, it's the same result even if he walks right next to me."

While talking to Lao Liu, Nangong Zhen also took a few steps forward: "I'm not talented, but I have some skills, and I can help the master by escorting him."

Nangong Zhen stared at Lao Liu as if he was afraid that Lao Liu would run away, following him step by step forward.

But Lao Liu stopped three steps away from the stone door.