NIP Chapter 115 Dream Gallery
Chapter 115 Dream Gallery
Chapter 115 Dream Gallery
Thousands upon thousands of ghosts flutter within the Abyss of Evil, and the eerie winds that linger around it emanate from these creatures.
Each ghost can create a storm-like gloomy wind in the grave. When tens of thousands of ghosts gather in a deep opening, one can imagine what would happen to any living creature that falls in.
Countless resentments tried to invade Lu Jie's mind, but the noble horse seemed to say, "You don't respect me?"
Get out of here, all of you!
"Lu Jie, how are you?"
Suddenly, a concerned and gentle voice came from the side.
Lu Jie saw Liu Ru standing to the side, her clothes somewhat disheveled. Her delicate and pretty face was full of worry, even looking like she was about to burst into tears, though there were no tears.
"I'm fine, how are you?" Lu Jie asked.
Liu Ru simply shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
"There's a white palace over there; that should be the imperial tomb we're looking for," Liu Ru said, pointing to a spot not far ahead.
Lu Jie looked over and saw that the white palace was very eye-catching. It was made entirely of white jade, so smooth that it could reflect the sky.
Originally, a white tomb palace would appear very grand, noble, holy and serene, but this white is more like the eerie white that the white palace was decorated with, revealing a sinister atmosphere everywhere. The smooth jade could not wash away this sense of death.
"Where...is this?" Zhang Xiaohou's voice came from outside.
His expression was dazed, and his eyes revealed a look of bewilderment, as if he had experienced some unbearable memory.
"This must be the tomb of the ancient king. He truly lived up to his reputation as an ancestor, placing his tomb in this abyss of evil," Fang Gu said.
"Yes, with this eerie wind alone, apart from his descendants, no one else can get through."
"Indeed, setting the tomb here to prevent tomb raiding was a painstaking effort!"
Mo Fan was somewhat astonished. This ancient king truly lived up to his name, even the way he built his own tomb was so unique!
"The tomb is just ahead, shall we go straight in?" Liu Ru asked.
The land ahead rose up, forming a stone staircase resembling a castle mountain path. Further ahead, a long distance later, a large white staircase appeared.
The steps are extremely wide, stretching over two hundred meters from left to right. It takes a long time to climb to the top of the tomb. Looking up, it looks like a cliff leading to the sky...
They began to climb, the pristine white of the tomb clashing starkly against the filthy, stench-filled remains.
If it weren't for the eerie white color that convinced people that something far more terrifying lived inside, this tomb would have been a pure sanctuary standing in a filthy space.
As you continue climbing, stone figures begin to appear on both sides of the endless staircase, two every ten steps, just like guards standing in front of a palace, exuding a sense of solemnity and majesty amidst their deathly stillness.
"Do you think they'll move?" Liu Ru asked cautiously.
"There must be some kind of trigger mechanism, so everyone just need to be careful," Lu Jie said.
Having read Ghost Blows Out the Light and Tomb Raider Chronicles, he firmly believed that these stone figures must have some kind of trigger mechanism, and that he just needed to be careful.
From the moment he entered, he tried to probe with his mental energy, but his mental energy seemed to sink into the sea without finding anything.
"Brother Jie, Brother Fan, don't you guys think this thing looks a bit like the White Sand Demon Soldier?" Zhang Xiaohou said.
"So you think so too. It seems the history of the Shawang River can be traced back to two thousand years ago," Mo Fan said.
"It's quite creepy..." Fang Gu walked ahead, his pace quicker. "But I really want to meet this ancestor who has been protecting Kunjing for generations."
"I hope your ancestors are easy to talk to," Mo Fan said.
So many people died in this catastrophe that he became numb to it all.
This numbness is also pathetic, and Mo Fan hopes it can end as soon as possible.
"Strange, why is there a bronze mirror hanging here?" Zhang Xiaohou looked up and saw a strange large bronze mirror hanging on the main gate of the tomb.
"I don't know if it will work, but let me try." Fang Gu muttered to himself as he looked at the bronze mirror, and then took out a very old bronze mirror from somewhere.
This bronze mirror was only the size of a palm, and its shape was somewhat similar to the bronze mirror hanging on the main gate of the tomb. Fang Gu raised his bronze mirror and looked at the hanging bronze mirror...
The bronze mirror on the main gate of the tomb suddenly blinked like an eye, revealing itself to be a huge eye that reflected the six people, including Lu Jie.
"Buzz buzz buzz~~~"
Immediately afterwards, the white square door slowly opened, and the instant it opened, an incredibly terrifying gust of cold wind howled out from inside, almost knocking them down the steps.
"Hurry up, those stone figures were alive!!" Fang Gu said solemnly.
He and Su Xiaoluo had just clarified the matter of the well water painting, and he seemed to have learned something.
Just as Fang Gu said, the white sand demon soldiers on the steps awoke. Perhaps because they had been asleep for an extremely long time, they could barely walk after waking up, toddling like infants.
However, each of the White Sand Demon Soldiers possessed an extremely strong aura, much stronger than the White Sand Demon Soldiers encountered in the Sand River.
"They are very strong. If we don't open this door soon, they will kill us!" Fang Gu said.
Without delay, everyone stepped directly into the white tomb.
Everyone followed behind Fang Gu, and every now and then Fang Gu would stop as if he was reminiscing about something.
It seems that what their village has guarded for generations is related to this white tomb. With these clues, they should be able to find the ancient king more easily.
After passing through a long gallery, the walls were hung with what appeared to be some stone slab paintings from the ancient Wang's personal collection.
"Remember not to paint them. There are mental traps in them. Once you fall into the trap of a painting, it's like being trapped in an illusion or dream, from which you can't escape."
Fang Gu seemed to have been here before, and even reminded everyone in advance.
The group continued walking for an unknown amount of time when Zhang Xiaohou suddenly spoke up, "Speaking of which, we've been walking for so long, how come we still haven't reached the end of this gallery?"
"Village Chief, could this be the Endless Corridor?" Su Xiaoluo asked Fang Gu as if she had remembered something.
Fang Gu nodded, his gaze fixed on the back, and said, "Actually, we're not far from the main entrance."
Everyone turned around, and just as Fang Gu had said, they were actually very close to the main entrance, not at all like they had been walking in the gallery for more than ten minutes.
"If the ancient saying is correct, then the key to unlocking this Mind Gallery lies in these stone paintings." Su Xiaoluo suddenly walked up to one of the stone paintings.
"If I remember correctly, it should be this picture."
(End of this chapter)