Chapter Twenty-Four: Separation

  I don't know how long it took, but I felt extremely cold, with the pores on my body constantly opening and closing, and a thread of icy air seeping into the pores.

  I slowly opened my eyes and sat up, looking around to find that I was no longer in the maze-like tunnel, but a small stone chamber. Unlike the icy tunnel before, this room was constructed from stone blocks, yet it emitted an even colder aura than the ice.

  I looked around the stone room, but I couldn't see anyone. The whole stone room was empty, and there was only me in this stone room.

  I recall everything that happened before, but my memory stops just before I was sucked into the ice wall. Is this tomb's entrance the same as that ice wall? But if it is, then I remember **trying to pull me out and getting sucked in himself, yet he's not with me now.

  Thinking of this, I immediately negated the idea, this tomb is really too strange. My grandfather had said that the more powerful a person's grave is, the more dangerous it is. The owner of this tomb was supposedly Zhuge Liang's master, which made me worry about Da Zhuang and his two companions.

  Looking around, the silence was like death. It was pointless to think about it anymore, as everyone had already scattered. Da Zhuang and his two companions had no experience with tomb raiding at all. If they encountered anything in this grave, they would definitely be done for. Thinking of this, I picked up my ancient sword and stood up, walking towards the only exit of the stone chamber.

  Just out of the stone room, there was another icy tunnel made of ice. At this time, I didn't dare to be careless again, stretched out my hand and touched my pocket, and took out a coin from it.

  For the previous time being sucked into the ice wall, it caused me a lot of psychological pressure. This time I was lucky, just sent to the stone room, if it had sent me to the tomb with zongzi, I wouldn't have enough lives to use!

  At that moment, I waved my hand and threw the coin at the ice wall. The moment the coin touched the ice wall, there was no change in the ice wall, but the coin bounced to one side due to the force of resistance.

  Watching this scene, my tightly strung heart relaxed and I walked into the corridor.

  As soon as I walked into the tunnel, I felt much warmer. Although this tunnel is made of ice and snow, compared to that stone room, it's a small trick compared to a big one. The material used to make that stone room should be bluestone. Grandpa once told me that there is a kind of magical material, which is bluestone. This material is even cooler than ice and snow, and it can even keep the ice and snow from melting forever. Obviously, the ice and snow here are preserved intact because of the existence of bluestone, otherwise, the temperature underground would have melted the ice and snow.

  After walking for less than a minute, three forks appeared in front of me. I'm really fed up with this kind of multiple-choice question. Who knows which step to take wrong and end up dying miserably?

  I carefully measured these three forks in the road, but after measuring them I felt extremely helpless. These three forks in the road, whether it was height, width or anything else, were completely identical as if made from the same mold.

  Suddenly, I seemed to hear a sound, like a human voice. The sound was extremely vague, but it could be guaranteed that this sound was definitely a human voice. Listening to the sound, I vaguely determined the direction of the sound.

  At once, I walked into the leftmost passageway. Although I couldn't make out what that voice was saying or who its owner was, this voice felt extremely familiar to me. And in this tomb, there were only three people I was familiar with - it couldn't be that there was something else here that I was familiar with.

  After walking for about two minutes, an obstacle appeared in front of me. An ancient stone gate stood before me, and the patterns on it made me very curious. The patterns on this stone gate were exactly the same as those on the stone wall paintings when I came in, with sun, moon, stars, mountains, seas, trees, and so on.

  What kind of person is the owner of this tomb?! Who would set up their own dao outside the grave, isn't that openly telling others where their tomb is? If they dare to do such a thing, then the owner of this tomb must be either trying to harm people or has some ulterior motive.

  Before I could think much, from the other side of the stone gate came a 'thud thud' sound accompanied by human voices. Listening to this voice, it seemed like **.

  "Is that you?" I shouted towards the stone gate.

  Soon, from the other side of the stone gate came a response "Xiao Ke, is that you? Hurry up and think of a way to open this stone gate." The tone was very anxious, if not for my good hearing I definitely wouldn't have been able to make out what they were saying.

  Listening to that anxious tone, it was clear that something had happened on the other side. Immediately, I swung my ancient sword at the stone gate and chopped it down.