After distributing the flashlights, Jiang Nuo asked the burly man with half his face rotten, "What's your name?"
" Da Zhu."
"You're responsible for keeping an eye on your people; don't let them touch or move around inappropriately."
The cemetery is haunted by dangerous spirits, and Jiang Nuo doesn't have the ability to manage so many people.
"Okay." Da Zhu turned on the flashlight, and his half-rotten face looked even more frightening in the darkness. The rotting skin had scabbed over and then broken open, and now it was completely impossible for it to heal.
He habitually looked into Jiang Nuo's eyes and, seeing no fear or disgust, his attitude softened considerably.
Even Da Zhu and his group, who had lived there for a long time, had never gone down from the second basement level.
When Jiang Nuo asked for the reason, the answer she received was quite simple.
"There are too many traps, and it's so dark you can't see anything. Who can get through safely? Nobody!"
Listening to their complaints in broken Mandarin, Song Zheng finally felt that they were all living, breathing human beings. With a large group of people surrounding him, the fear of going into the tomb lessened considerably.
Song Zheng kept his right hand on the gun at his waist, in case of any dangerous situation.
Everyone was on edge, fearing that something scary might jump out from some corner or crevices, or that they might have triggered some kind of mechanism.
Jiang Nuo and Si Yan, who were leading the way, were much calmer, even exuding a relaxed, date-like vibe.
After passing through a long, dark tunnel, the view suddenly opened up before them, and Jiang Nuo could hear deep breaths coming from behind.
Standing before them was a jade tomb gate made of black jade.
It is magnificent and imposing, and has a strong sense of awe.
The jade gate was engraved with many patterns and symbols. Jiang Nuo leaned closer to examine them, touched his chin, and muttered, "They look kind of familiar."
Si Yan stared intently, then suddenly turned to look at Simazi, before whispering to Jiang Nuo, "The symbol on the coffin lid in Simazi's basement."
Jiang Nuo was slightly surprised and quickly shone her flashlight on the patterns. "It really is."
"How are we supposed to get in? We can't push the door open."
Song Zheng tried to push it, but the heavy jade door didn't budge. It was covered only in carved patterns and had no locks or anything like that.
"There are tomb guardian beasts here."
Jiang Nuo pointed to the corner behind Song Zheng, where a dark stone sculpture hung on the edge of the jade gate. It had a strange shape, a blue face with fangs, and protruding, slightly gleaming eyes, looking fierce and menacing.
Song Zheng turned around and was startled. He quickly moved a few steps away, and the group behind him also retreated. However, a few of the bolder ones followed Jiang Nuo and squeezed forward to see what was happening.
Jiang Nuo put on gloves and touched one of the protruding eyeballs. It could slide slowly, and a click could be clearly heard with each slide.
Si Yan also heard, "Is it a mechanical lock?"
"Perhaps." Jiang Nuo didn't draw a conclusion and continued to try to listen for the pattern in the clicking sound.
He stood beside Jiang Nuo and tried to roll his other eyeball, but only the right eye that Jiang Nuo touched could roll.
The left eye is rounder and fuller, as if it is looking at something.
Si Yan looked in the direction of his left eye and saw the stone wall on the side of the Jade Gate, where a lamp that had long since gone out was hanging.
" Song Zheng, go check on that lamp."
Si Yan tossed him a pair of gloves.
"Okay."
Song Zheng strode forward, tried to reach the height but couldn't, and the cave walls were too slippery to climb up. He gave up, stepped on the ground, and randomly called someone over.
"I... I'll help you."
A tall man with a neck so rotten that the bones were visible volunteered to squat down and let Song Zheng step on his back.
Song Zheng stepped onto the extinguished eternal lamp and, following Si Yan's instructions, went to check if there was anything engraved or hidden inside.
After shining the flashlight on it for a few moments, Song Zheng actually found something.
He quickly jumped down, helped the person up, and patted them on the shoulder, saying, "Thank you."
"No need, no need, as long as I can help, that's fine."
"My name is Zhang Linsan, comrade, you must be a policeman!"
Zhang Linsan scratched the back of his head and asked as he walked back with Song Zheng.
"Yes, how did you know?" Song Zheng glanced at him again. "Just because of this gun?"
"No, no, I just think people like you look like police officers. My brother is a police officer too."
Zhang Linsan smiled simply, "He's just a beat cop, it's a pity I'm not good enough and made him lose face."
It's rare for a younger brother to be a policeman while his older brother is a conman, but Zhang Linsan has already become like this, so he can't say much. He sighs and pats Zhang Linsan on the shoulder again.
Just as I was about to advise him to look forward, I heard Zhang Linsan speak again.
"Comrade, if we can't find a way out, could you please burn some incense at my brother's grave for me?"
Song Zheng was stunned. "Your brother... died in the line of duty?"
"Sigh, that happened a few years ago. I got stabbed to death while arresting a thug, and now I'm all alone. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in this line of work."
Zhang Linsan was still smiling, but the sadness beneath his smile seemed particularly intense.
Song Zheng wanted to ask something more, but they had already reached the Jade Gate. He didn't ask any more questions and handed over what he had caught to Si Yan.