He cheated me

in. I twisted open the door and saw him wearing floral shorts similar to my brother's, sitting in front of the computer, with headphones on his head. He turned his head to look at me when he heard the...Mu Wanchen's voice was gentle, as if he still had the leisure to joke with me.

This heavy stone gate, even if we hold hands, can't guarantee our safety. It might suddenly close and crush our hands!

I shook my head and said, “Don’t go in too deep. Just stand at the door and observe the situation. If something seems wrong, get out immediately. If there are other secrets inside, then let these people enter one by one.”

Mu Wanchen pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look first."

He held the amber bead necklace tightly in his hand and squeezed through the crack in the door.

The crack in the door was pitch black, not even the firelight could penetrate it. It was a blackness so intense that it consumed all light sources.

Mu Wanchen's back stood at the door, he took two steps forward, and darkness immediately covered his back.

"Wàn Chén!" I cried out, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Well, I'm here. Keep your voice down; we don't want to disturb the tomb," he said calmly, his tone showing no change.

" ... I, I'm afraid something might happen to you."

"No, I'm the Shaman King. This place is supposed to be where the Shaman Kings reside… There seems to be something ahead. I'll go take a look. Hold onto the seal tightly and don't let go. There are monks and calculators guarding the tomb entrance. It won't be easy for those old monsters to get in, so don't worry."

"Alright, then be careful." I held the seal embedded in the door frame with one hand, my heart pounding. Would the door close the instant I pulled out this seal I better be careful...

I raised my hand and squeezed my wrist, afraid that my hand would shake.

Mu Wanchen's light footsteps sounded from behind the door, he seemed to have walked inside.

The darkness behind the door seemed like another world, cutting off light and sound. Just step inside and you'd be swallowed whole.

Mu Wanchen told me not to be noisy, but I was nervous because I couldn't hear his voice.

The darkness engulfed him like a deep well, I could not see, touch, hear, or feel it.

Not a single ray of light could pass beyond the darkness on the other side of the door. As I hesitated, debating whether to call out his name in a whisper, he hurried back.

"...There are bones everywhere here, they must have been those who followed the deceased in their burial... But I didn't see the remains of the witch king..." he whispered to me.

"What does it mean Bones everywhere, and you can't even tell who the witch king is" I whispered, facing away from the doorway.

Mu Wanchen nodded. "There will be black patterns on the bones of the Witch King, caused by the indelible centipede venom... This place is very large, hollowing out most of the bottom, and building a vertical altar that looks like a honeycomb... When I held the bracelet and went in, it seemed to penetrate a barrier..."

"Um… is it safe" I looked back nervously at the long line behind me.

"It should be safe to stay hidden for now, but if Elder Fu opened the tomb's door, there must be a reason... There's also a small formation in the middle of the altar. I'm worried something might happen, so I didn't get close and will wait for Master to come and take a look—"

He paused, suddenly raising his eyes to look at the end of the crowd outside the passage.

"What's going on, what's going on" There seemed to be some movement at the end of the crowd, but it was too dark for me to see.

Ji Dou Xing Jun's voice came from afar: "Quickly get these people out of here! They're really in the way when they start fighting!"

Mù Wǎn Chén's eyes sank. The old monster had already spread into the corridor.

He said to me in a hurried voice: "Little Lu'er, you must keep the key safe. I'll take these people away first... There are many pottery jars buried inside, and there is a circle on the altar, which should be the mechanism for placing this bracelet. I'll put the bracelet up first, you must guard the seal!"

He urged me repeatedly, and I could only nod frantically, my two hands tightly clutching the upper half of the seal.

Unless the old monster cuts off my hands, I will never let go.

Mu Wanchen immediately turned and entered the darkness. Soon, I heard the sound of howling wind in my ears.

The sound didn't come from outside the corridor, but rather it echoed within my mind.

Just like the previous few hallucinations, that voice echoed again in my mind—

"Three thousand years of graceful dreams, finally one day tracing back to the source..."

This phrase carries a tone of melancholy, like a sigh, yet also reminiscent of...a song.

From the tone of this sentence, I find it difficult to tell if the speaker is male or female. It is said that shamans and mediums, when communicating with heaven and earth, adopt a "genderless" attitude. They, or they, have already reached a state of complete self-forgetfulness, using their own bodies as a medium to convey the will of heaven.

Is this voice also giving me instructions

I don't know what "tracing back to the source" means in this sentence. If we really trace back to the source, wouldn't that be the cycle of life and death

Before I could dwell on it, the wind carried the sound of water, a low, murmuring, churning noise that echoed in my mind. I couldn't help but shake my head, trying to dispel the sound.

"Little Princess, what's wrong" The young man beside me hadn't heard the voice at all. He was worriedly looking at me.

"It's...it's nothing..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Wanchen rushed out from inside. He propped himself against the massive stone gate with one hand while urging, "Everyone, go inside! Don't look back or run around, just walk straight ahead in a line!"

The people outside the gate saw Mu Wanchen go in to investigate several times, and now hearing him personally give the order, they immediately thronged into the place, following each other through the cracks in the door.

There were too many people, but everyone had to walk one by one. If they all rushed in at once, it would be dangerous. Mu Wanchen said that this place led to a honeycomb-like suspended altar, and there was only one stone arch bridge, with deep pits on both sides.

If chaos ensues, who knows how many people will be pushed down.

"File in line! Do not disturb the tranquility of the tomb," Mu Wanchen growled.

These people were very reverent of their ancestors. They each covered their mouths and tiptoed inside one by one.

That woman walked up to me and whispered, “Your Highness, could you please give me back my child Thank you for taking care of him…” She seemed a bit timid, probably afraid I’d think she was being ungrateful.

I won't say much more. It is nature for a mother to be inseparable from her newborn child. I single-handedly pulled away the cloth strip, and she immediately reached out to take the child, then kept thanking me profusely.

"No need to thank me, hurry inside with your husband and protect this child... It's such a blessing to have a normal new life born..."

"Yes! Thank you..." She nodded frantically, stuffing the child into her bodice and tying a cloth around herself.

"Little Yin Luo, be careful!" Ji Du Xingjun's voice suddenly rang out. I was startled and immediately reached out to push the mother and child into the depths of the mausoleum.

Black mist, like arrows, slammed against the cold gate of the tomb, then dissipated into swirling black smoke.

As soft as silk in the night.

Yet it twisted into a ferocious and terrifying shape.

The old monster’s raspy voice carried a manic cackle: “桀桀桀… finally… finally it’s open…”oat.>It seems like this could alleviate the bitterness in my heart, but I don't know what to say."This is the first time I've ever seen you cry like this." Mu Wanchen raised his hand, bent his fingers...