Qin Mu analyzed it very well, but Maomao still poured a basin of cold water on him: "You have to be careful when you approach the main tomb at that time, you will just lose the body of the woman."

Qin Mu shivered when Maomao said this, and looked at it with anger. He grabbed Maomao's neck like he accepted his fate, and lifted it up with one hand.

"Qin Mu, what are you doing?" Maomao was frightened by the flame skull before, and felt like she was surrounded by enemies.

Qin Mu carried it like this, which made the little guy feel a sense of fear. He kicked his limbs around, and Qin Mu threw the guy out of the big pit without hesitation. Then he climbed up with difficulty.

The little guy finally calmed down after Qin Mu put it down. When he saw Qin Mu just put it aside and did not do anything else, the guy's face turned red.

Qin Mu did not expose her, but continued to look at her surroundings.

After coming up, he knew how crazy this feather king was.

I saw that the entire illumination net could shine on it, with pits and pits one after another, and each pit was filled with a black coffin. I don’t know what material it was made of. The material of this coffin seemed to be exactly the same as the material I had encountered in the tomb of clothes and crowns before, and it felt like it was neither gold nor wood.

But I don't know what it is.

"This..." Qin Mu was shocked by the scene in front of him. After a while, only one word was highlighted, and it was meaningless.

"Isn't it spectacular?" The eight-tailed cat raised its head, as if everything here was arranged by it, looking extremely arrogant and excited. "Look, this is called a tomb. This size is in line with the identity of the King of Feathers. When I went to the tomb of Clothing with you, I felt that the King of Feathers' tomb should not be so petty, and I guessed it."

Facing Maomao's arrogant arrogance, Qin Mu shook his head slightly and looked at the guy with some confusion: "Are you sure this is called a big show? Is it consistent with your identity?"

Maomao raised her head, "Of course, tombs like the Feather King are considered small."

"But why is all I see inhumane?" Qin Mu stood on the top, pointing to the coffin in the pit and said, "If you guessed correctly, there should be a corpse in every coffin. No matter whether the corpse is a man or a woman, an old or a young person, there will also be a corpse of slaves in the pottery around it, right? But is it meaningful to do this?"

"Why is it meaningless? It means that his family has great achievements. These are all burials, which must be found in the funeral rituals of the ancient emperors." Maomao said: "And it was better in the early days, but it became more and more intense later. There are Terracotta Warriors and Horses in the tomb of Qin Shihuang. What's so strange about these here?"

"There are dead in Qin Shihuang's tomb. These are living people," Qin Mu's face was solemn that Maomao could not speak. He could only hear him continue, "Do you know, using living people to sacrifice to the dead is not a human progress, but a regression."

After Qin Mu said this, he stopped talking, and Maomao became silent. Qin Mu bent down and placed the little guy on his shoulder, summoning the illumination talismans and large nets floating in the air, slowly moving towards the front.

These large pits are not neatly arranged, there is a path that passes through these tombs, but there seem to be some branches and some branches of the path extending out, separating the tombs and looking from a distance, it looks like a winding road that spreads out among these tombs.

There are various other branches on this road.

The place where Qin Mu was just here was just one of the tombs on this road. Whether it was directly in front of Qin Mu or behind, there were such dense pits everywhere, with no end.

The road seemed to start from Qin Mu's feet and continued to extend to both sides.

There were such dense coffins around him, and Qin Mu didn't even want to stop. He walked slowly along the spaciousest path. As he walked, the big net above his head and the independent illumination talisman were moving little by little, helping to disperse the darkness.

When Qin Mu started walking, he always felt that someone was smiling softly.

On the contrary, Maomao, who was originally frightened by the flame skeleton, has suddenly become lively. Perhaps with Qin Mu's company, and the sticky darkness around him, they are all dispelled by Qin Mu, and they feel confident and become lively.

The guy jumped off Qin Mu's shoulders and jumped on the road ahead of Qin Mu. Sometimes he relied on his good jumping power and jumped directly from the edge of the pit to the dark coffin, and then jumped out. He looked very cute.

With the troubles of the Eight-tailed Cat, Qin Mu felt much more comfortable, and followed the Eight-tailed Cat behind him, looking comfortable.

Even the low laughter that could be heard when he first walked here was ignored by Qin Mu.

Just as a person and a cat walked about a hundred meters, Qin Mu's keen hearing seemed to have the sound of something walking behind him.

He turned around cautiously. Although the big net on his head kept following Qin Mu, the place he could shine was limited, but with this big net, Qin Mu could still vaguely see the not-far-distance behind him.

But after Qin Mu turned around, there seemed to be nothing behind him, exactly the same as before.

Because the big net on Qin Mu's head followed him, and the place where he was was the end of the big net, so there was only a limited place behind Qin Mu. Qin Mu just looked back and seemed to have the sound that had just disappeared again.

Qin Mu looked at it suspiciously for a long time before turning his head.

When the guy turned his head, he saw a furry thing running towards his face. He didn't even see what it was, so he just brushed it away.

The eight-tailed cat screamed with a "screaming" and Qin Mu was shocked. Looking at the furry thing, it turned out to be the eight-tailed cat.

This guy probably wanted to jump on Qin Mu's shoulder, but it was probably wrong. In addition, Qin Mu himself doubted what was behind him. When he was nervous, he turned around and happened to see the eight-tailed cat. It would be strange if he was not scared.

"Qin Mu, is it necessary for you to act so ruthlessly?" The eight-tailed cat didn't react at all. It was just that it had an error in its estimate. Is it necessary to just slap it and fly away?

Besides, it was not intentional. Fortunately, when it was lifted out, its soft body was used. It twisted a few times in the air, and after removing the power left by Qin Mu, it stayed steadily on a dark coffin.

Qin Mu ignored it and listened with his ears on his ears, as if there were indeed some strange sounds around him. Just as the eight-tailed cat was lifted out by itself, he seemed to hear the laughter of something.
Chapter completed!