"There is still a doubt, a question.

"The doubt is that there is no crisis in the third watch, and all the villagers in the fourth watch are dead. According to the existing rules, what the three watchmen encountered should be a mirror, and the fourth watch is the princess, and the princess is the most cruel, so the whole village died up.

"But there is no crisis in the third watch. Is the crisis in the fourth watch the mirror or the princess? If it is a mirror, what about the princess? Is she just a background board?

"The question is, the ancient tomb is safe at night, but what about during the day? Is it safe during the day? The main task is to survive for 24 hours, not to return to reality at dawn. I entered the instance around ten o'clock this morning."

Because of the lack of pre-information, it is difficult for him to guess the answer, so he can only press the matter first, and leave Mr. Xu's yard with Dead One and go to the ancient tomb.

"Squeak~"

Dead One politely closed the courtyard door.

Standing by the small river, Zhang Yuanqing looked around cautiously. He was in the village, where rammed earth houses and stone houses were arranged in disorder, and his field of vision was not wide, but there was no strong gathering of Yin Qi in his perception.

The paper man is not around.

Leaving quickly, he led the Yin Corpse and ran a few steps, suddenly stopped the soles of his feet, and was stupid on the spot.

Zhang Yuanqing encountered a very fatal problem - he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

The commonly used methods of distinguishing directions at night are "observing the moon" and "observing the constellations", but the night sky in the dungeon is as dark as ink, without stars and moons.

Lack of reference.

In addition, there is no fresh vegetation in the village, so it is impossible to reverse the light according to the growth of branches and leaves.

"The passage of time in the dungeon is the same as the outside world. It is summer now. I remember that the southeast wind blows in summer."

However, the village is shrouded in gloom, like an invisible gauze fog, which disturbs the natural wind.

Zhang Yuanqing searched his guts, but he didn't think of a good way. He was stunned on the spot, thinking that I, a top student at Songhai University, a top university in the country, was actually defeated by such a small detail?

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the cheerfully flowing river, and thought of a different way.

The river flows from high to low, and where there are mountains, the terrain is higher, so the direction of the stream flow can be ruled out, and the back mountain is not there.

Although the river does not necessarily flow from the mountains, as long as it goes against the flow of the water, at least it will not go the same way.

"One mile is 500 meters, and twenty-three miles is about 11 kilometers. The mountain road is more difficult than the flat, and it takes time to find the ancient tomb."

At this time, it was very close to the third watch, and Zhang Yuanqing silently calculated that it would be very difficult to find the ancient tomb before the third watch, but there would be plenty of time to arrive at the destination before the fourth watch.

One person and one corpse walked in the dead mountain village, their footsteps and the cheerful sound of water merged into a lonely and monotonous movement, echoing in the silent night.

In this kind of atmosphere, ordinary people who are not strong-minded, even if there is no danger, will have a nervous breakdown.

It has to be said that Ye Youshen's exclusive spiritual realm is indeed a hell.

Zhang Yuanqing walked forward and counted. After about fifteen minutes, he finally walked out of the village. A rammed dirt road led to the field outside the village. At the end of the field was a rolling mountain.

Tall and tall, dormant quietly in the dark.

Fortunately, the river flows from the mountains. Zhang Yuanqing let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, just as he was about to leave the village completely and head towards the fields, he felt a chill down his spine, and there seemed to be spies behind him.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly turned his head, and behind him was a desolate and dilapidated mountain village, shrouded in eerie darkness, with a quiet path leading to the depths of the village. JrNovels.com