The magical tool of the 22nd Soul Reaper

  Thinking of this, Liao Dongfeng carefully collected the papers and tidied up his things before walking out of the cave.

  When he came out of the cave, the dazzling sunlight made him dizzy for a moment, and his stomach was also churning, almost falling to the ground. After calming down, he looked around at the scenery and found that the place where he was located was not far from the cave where he had a fierce battle with the big waste. When he turned back again, he found that the cave where he had been before had disappeared, and behind him was a vast expanse of flat land. He quickly stomped his foot on the ground, and the solid earth only kicked up dust, and the previous cave disappeared without a trace.

  "My god, I thought I saw a ghost." After saying that, he quickly checked those papers and found they were still quietly tucked in the small red book. He let out a sigh of relief and turned to head back to his residence.

  After walking for about 10 minutes, Peng Jianjun was heard shouting from afar: "Where did you little brat go last night? I couldn't find you anywhere, are you okay?"

  Liao Dongfeng nodded, and at this time Peng Jianjun had also arrived in front of him, even reaching out to touch Liao Dongfeng's head. At this moment, Liao Dongfeng realized something again, and he too reached up to touch his own head, muttering to himself: "The gauze is gone too, am I really seeing a ghost?"

  Seeing Liao Dongfeng's surprised look, Peng Jianjun immediately asked: "What's wrong? What happened to you?"

  "Nothing, nothing, let's go back and talk about it later."

  When he returned to the camp, he found that the work team had already packed up and was about to set off. Liao Dongfeng quickly grabbed his things and followed, but his mind was still on the strange things that had happened before, and he was in a daze. At this time, Hai Chen came over and asked: "Brother, are you okay? If you're not feeling well, you can rest for another two days."

  Liao Dongfeng suddenly lifted his head, his eyes staring straight into Hai Chen's eyes. He found that he didn't avoid his gaze at all and couldn't see any guilt in his heart. From this, it can be inferred that the person who injured him last night was not him. At this time, Liao Dongfeng hurriedly replied: "Nothing, let's set off."

  Just after finishing speaking, the sound of Li Chongliang's scream came from afar. Everyone rushed to run towards the place where he was shouting. When they arrived nearby, they saw Li Chongliang sitting on the ground with a pale face. Two meters away from him, a mule was quietly lying there, its pupils were white, and its skin was slowly shrinking and drying up.

  "Never mind, let's get going."

  Duan Lao finished speaking, his eyes swept across Liao Dongfeng's face, and then said: "Young man, we are a collective. In the future, if you have something to do outside, it's best to tell us, don't let us worry." Although Duan Lao's tone was somewhat stiff, Liao Dongfeng could hear that he was genuinely concerned about him. He couldn't connect this with the incident of being ambushed at all. So who exactly was the person who ambushed him? Was it that mysterious man? If so, why?

  More and more questions piled up until they arrived at the Maoling Mausoleum, where Liao Dongfeng was amazed by its grand scale and temporarily forgot.

  The Maoling Mausoleum is a masterpiece of the ancient skilled craftsmen who devoted their hearts and blood to it. The human and material resources spent on its construction are astronomical figures. After thousands of years of erosion by wind, frost, rain, and snow, as well as later human destruction, the exterior of the Maoling Mausoleum has long since lost its original appearance, only the underground imperial tomb remains intact.

  However, there are countless thieves' caves around the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, which can be seen from the extent to which the officials and bandits on the rivers and lakes are fascinated by it. Nevertheless, according to historical records, from ancient times to the present, no tomb raider has been able to enter the inner chamber of the mausoleum. Although the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor is full of holes, its true connotation remains an unsolved mystery up to now.

  Liao Dongfeng exclaimed, his sharp eyes had already scanned the entire Maoling without missing a single corner. His mind quickly connected with the sketches he had seen before and soon expressed his own opinion: "Everyone, don't rush to take action yet. I suddenly have a bad feeling. I feel that this Maoling is still alive. It's like a big mouth trying to swallow everyone."

  Liao Dongfeng spoke, and Duan Lao quickly picked up the conversation.

  Young man, what you said is right. I also have the same feeling. From a feng shui perspective, the mountain pattern here has already been damaged and it's no longer an excellent choice for imperial mausoleums. In ancient times, people were obsessed with great feng shui, and this place was called the Purple Forbidden Area, where only emperors could be buried to ensure the eternal stability of their reign.

  However, the Ziwei formation was destroyed by an earthquake shortly after its construction in the Daling Mausoleum. Although the overall momentum did not change much, the imperial energy had already been leaked out. With the subsequent geological changes and human destruction, this place has become a Buddhist palm formation, where high-ranking monks can be buried but no longer kings and nobles. This Buddhist palm formation is also called Haikou formation, giving people a first impression of being introverted and sinking.

  Liao Dongfeng had just finished listening to Duan Lao's words and was about to flatter him a few sentences, when he turned his head and saw Feng Leitian holding a strange circular object in one hand, while the other hand was touching the large stone gate in a daze. After a while, he sighed: "This is not right? The position of this large stone gate is nearly 30 degrees off from the correct direction, it wasn't like this before."

  "What do you mean? Are you saying that the Rui Mountain Mausoleum moved by itself?"

  "Other than this, I have no better explanation."

  While chatting, Liao Dongfeng had already quietly approached Feng Le Tian and carefully examined the thing in her hand. Logically speaking, this thing should be a slightly larger compass, but Liao Dongfeng had never seen such a large compass in his life.

  Moreover, this compass has four circles inside and outside, and the four circles are all engraved with strange text symbols, which are not anything like Tian Gan Di Zhi Ming An Wu Xing and so on. Moreover, it feels that both the inner and outer parts of this thing can rotate, but whether Feng Le Tian has the strength to rotate it is unknown.

  With a puzzled expression, Liao Dongfeng opened his mouth and asked: "Comrade Xiao Feng, what is this thing?"

  Before Feng Le Tian could speak, Hai Chen suddenly replied: "Xu Gui Biao, a Mao Shan ghost dao tool. It's said to be able to connect yin and yang, hook the soul and seize the spirit. According to Jiang Hu rumors, only evil soul-calling masters can possess this thing."