My master touched his chin and said meaningfully: "But marriage is not entirely for the purpose of inheriting the family line. You have to think about it, don't choose one or the other, but you can only choose one after all."

My master's words made me confused. I scratched the back of my head and asked, "What does it mean?"

But the master seemed to have no intention of explaining, so he just patted my shoulder and said, "Go away quickly, don't think about this."

I didn't think about it at first, would you mention this first?

But I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say that, so I could only pretend to nod, turn around and continue walking forward.

But before I could take a few steps, my master suddenly said: "You are not allowed to fall in love before you become an adult!"

His tone seemed to be a joke, and it seemed to be very serious, which made me feel very upset.

After walking silently for nearly half an hour, a black stone sculpture standing in the river blocked us. It was still the rootless stone statue that was two people tall, and its width was just enough to block the entire cave.

When I approached the stone sculpture, I could hear the sound of wind surging behind the stone sculpture. The winds were very empty, but not too fast.

Behind it, there should be a relatively large space. It can be roughly judged that there should be many holes in that place, each hole is very deep and leads to different directions, otherwise there would be no such chaotic wind.

My master and I tried to push the stone statue to the surface, but the base of the stone statue seemed to be trapped on the surface. No matter how hard we tried, the stone statue would not move at all.

My master took a few breaths and said to me, "I can only climb over."

The surface of the stone statue is washed by water all year round, and the surface is very smooth. In addition, there is still moisture on the stone surface, so there is almost no friction. There are no concave and convex places on the stone statue, so it is impossible to rely on the force.

At this time, the master squatted and pointed to the top of the stone statue.

I immediately understood what the master meant, immediately took a few steps back, and then rushed forward. When I arrived in front of the master, I raised my legs, and the master immediately reached out to hold my feet. While I was jumping up, the master exerted force and lifted me upwards.

Although my master is old, his strength is still surprisingly great. I used my master's strength to cross the head of the stone statue, and when it landed, it caused a large splash of water.

I heard the master ask me on the other side: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." I responded, untied the rope behind me, and threw it from the top of the stone statue.

The master climbed over the stone statue with a rope, then took out a flashlight and scattered it on me, as if he was afraid that I would bump into it.

I gave the master a smile: "It's okay, I'm stable when I land."

The master smiled, didn't say anything, and continued to think about leaving.

My master and I walked along the river not long, and a huge space indeed appeared in front of us.

This is a very spacious artificial tunnel. Because the fox fire cannot reach the end of the tunnel, I can't estimate its depth, but in the area that can be seen by the naked eye, there are three or four football fields as big as a piece. The walls on both sides and the vaults more than ten meters high are all built with quadrilateral bricks, and the water from the river flows through the center of the tunnel.

On the walls on both sides of the tunnel, there is an arched hole every four or five meters, and the wind blows out from these holes.

On the ground to the left of each hole, there is a narrow groove, which is the width of a palm, but it is very long, extending from the hole to the edge of the river.

When my master and I got ashore, we found that the floor under our feet was covered with stone bricks. These brick boards have been used for a long time. The annual moisture corrosion has caused them to be damaged to varying degrees. The brick surface is wet and smooth, and you may fall apart if you are not careful when walking.

The master carefully maintained his body balance and touched one of the holes. I raised the lantern high and lit it for the master.

When I arrived at the entrance of the cave, I realized that the hole was not deep. It was less than ten meters away from the entrance of the cave. However, in the upper right corner of the stone wall at the deepest part of the cave, a small hole the size of a monkey head was dug. It was a wind outlet, and the wind was poured in from there.

What's even more strange is that the decorations in the cave are very similar to the bedrooms where humans live. There is a stone platform under the left and right walls, one long and one short, five or six meters long, the height is flush with my knees, and the short platform is about one meter long, but it is even higher, and the height is similar to the dining table we usually eat.

In addition, there are some square stones in the cave. If a shorter stone table is a dining table, these stones can be just as seated as chairs.

We walked around the cave and found a hole two feet square in the corner of the wall. The master took out a military kettle and poured half a pot of water into it.

After that, the master took me back to the entrance of the cave. He squatted down and looked at the stone trough on the ground in a daze.

Not long after, a tiny sound of flowing water came from my ears, and a wisp of clear water flowed into the stone trough and then along the stone trough to the other side of the river.

It was only then that I could see clearly that there was a small hole the size of a copper coin on the wall at the end of the stone trough, and water flowed out from this hole.

The master then stood up and said to me: "The square cave in the cave is connected to the stone trough. In the early years, this place should have been a residential area. The stone troughs on the ground should be the sewage and drainage system here."

After saying that, the master pointed to the things in the cave again and said, "Those things should be tables, chairs and... beds."

When the master said the word "bed", he seemed a little suspicious. At that time, he was referring to the longest stone platform in the cave.

After that, the master pondered for a moment and said, "This stone platform is too long. It probably has other uses besides being used for sleeping."

I looked at the things in the cave and frowned: "But this place is so wet, it is impossible for humans to live in for a long time, right?"

The master nodded and said to me, "Maybe the one who lives is not the one who lives."

After saying that, he continued to walk deep into the tunnel. I was stunned for a long time before I followed the master with a lantern.

Isn't the person living here? What could it be? Is that weird?

Along the way, we looked at several caves along the way. The decorations in each cave were the same, two stone platforms of different lengths, plus a few stones of coarse benzene.

As we go deeper and deeper, the yin energy becomes heavier and heavier.

About an hour later, the fox fire illuminated the end of the tunnel. It was a huge natural stone wall. There was a copper door more than two meters high on both sides of the stone wall. In the center of the stone wall, there was a huge stone sculpture. The sculpture was extremely rough, but it could be roughly identified from the appearance that it was probably a snake coiled on the ground.

The master came to one of the doors, reached out his hand, and tried to push the door panel that only half was left.

Thousand years of moisture corrosion have made the door panel very fragile. As soon as the master put his hand on it, he heard a "click" sound, and the door panel was broken, and then a large amount of copper rust fell off from it.

The master smacked his lips and pushed it twice. The rotten copper door could not withstand the master's force. After a few violent shaking, it broke into large pieces of fragments and scattered on the ground.

At this time, the master turned around and stretched out his hand at me: "Qinggang Sword."

I pulled out the green steel sword and handed it to the master. The master carried the sword and carefully touched the door.

I followed my master into the copper door. As soon as I entered, I could clearly feel the air suddenly became even more wet, and even a layer of thin water droplets hung on my exposed neck and arms.

I walked beside my master with a lantern. I didn't know how far I walked, but at the end that the fox fire could illuminate, a silver light like broken glass appeared.

The master waved at me and signaled me to be careful.

I freed up one hand, quietly grabbed the Fantian Seal, held the lantern with only one hand, and followed the master to continue walking forward.

It was not until I got closer that I could see clearly what the shiny things were. It was a large pile of snake skins. The scales on the snake skin looked like fish scales, and under the illumination of fox fire, they shone with layers of scattered luster.

These snake skins should be left behind by the group of snakes after they shed their skins. The master picked up one from the pile of snake skins and looked at them, but found that all of these snake skins had only the snake tail and no snake head.

Moreover, these snake skins are very long. I took a rough look and found that the longest can be more than ten meters long, and the shortest ones are three or four meters long. Moreover, all snake skins are all fiery red.

The master threw away the snake skin in his hand and said to himself: "Those who lived in the past should be all people with snake bodies. They... should be members of the corpse."

If I remember correctly, the corpse that was buried at the foot of the Luan Tung Mountain was indeed a human-headed snake body, and its snake tail was also so fiery red.

Looking around, there is nothing else in this huge house except the snakeskin on this place.

After leaving the stone chamber, my master took me to the side of the Panshe Stone Sculpture. I didn’t know what my master was thinking, but just followed him silently. The master also walked silently, without saying a word for a long time.

When I came to the snake eagle, my master waved at me and signaled me to get closer. I walked to him. The light of the fox fire illuminated some small objects piled around the statue.

Around the snake eagle, there were some metal vessels scattered, and near the snake's tail, there were a small pile of gem-like things piled up.

Those utensils were made in shapes similar to tripods, and they should be some sacrificial utensils. The snake carving in front of them should be the ancestor of the corpse clan or the gods they believe in.

The master kept staring at the stone statue, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he said to me: "I saw an ancient scroll in the cabinet before. In the ancient times when people had not yet gained wisdom, most of the ancients believed in snakes. Look at the decorations in the caves, all of them were made of stones. These people might be ancient people from the Stone Age."
Chapter completed!