Tomb Raiders: Sign in from obtaining a special status

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It can't last for a long time here, they can't see the light, in order to prevent someone from collapsing, and someone in danger can get the fastest rescue, the best way is to tie everyone together right now.

As the stone gate of the mausoleum gradually closed, the last ray of light in the mausoleum completely disappeared.

Bai Jing's eyes were covered with a layer of khaki, and with a very hazy light, she began to inquire about the environment in the mausoleum.

The originally dark environment instantly turned into a three-dimensional figure with a sketch structure, which appeared in Bai Jing's eyes.

There is a large pit at the door of the tomb, and the pit is full of corpses that have now become mummies.

Looking at the costumes of these people, they should be servants and craftsmen.

Maybe they didn't poison and kill here after they built the mausoleum.

As the line of sight shifts, the black and white image, like a three-dimensional sketch, gradually outlines the whole picture of the mausoleum.

A path paved with formwork leads to a palace.

On both sides of the path stood two rows of stone sculptures in various gestures.

It seems that some kind of sacrifice is being held.

No matter what posture these stone sculptures are in, they all hold a lamp in their hands.

It should be used for lighting.

As Bai Jing continued to walk forward with a group of people, they gradually glimpsed the whole picture of the mausoleum and palace.

It is completely made of wood using mortise and tenon structure, even after thousands of years, it still gives people a strong feeling.

"Master Bai, it's too dark in here, there's no light at all."

"How about we light one and hold it?"

"No, the exit of our mausoleum will soon be buried in yellow sand."

"The space here is not too big, and it can keep us breathing for three days at most."

"The wisdom of lighting candles makes us spend less time in the grave."

"Hey, I don't know when this yellow hair wind will blow. If there is no light, there will be no light."

"Brothers, rest in place and minimize consumption."

Seeing that everyone was a little dejected, Bai Jing shook her head and couldn't say anything more. Once the lights were turned on, the probability of them surviving was very small.

Bai Jing removed the rope tied to her body, and said to Peng Sanbian:

"I went in to have a look. This was originally a mausoleum, and there should be lighting tools."

"I'll see if I can give you some light."

Bai Jing didn't care whether these people agreed or not, so she left the crowd and walked towards the palace.

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Because no one has come for a long time, the wooden door here is not flexible, and there will be a harsh sound when the door is opened.

It was as if they were scratching the blackboard with their fingernails, which made everyone who felt depressed in the dark feel even more depressed.

But these have nothing to do with Bai Jing. Pushing open the door, seeing the depths of the palace, Bai Jing waited and watched the overall structure of the palace.

The floor was originally wooden, but now it has become a bluestone floor. It was originally used for ministers to report information when they went to court.

Now there are marionettes one by one, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and each puppet holds a musical instrument in its hand.

Because it is well preserved, coupled with the dry and sealed environment in the desert, it can make sound.

Continuing to look up, there is no one on the throne, only a square box on the chopping board in front of him.

Next to the box, there is this tray-like bracket.

There seems to be some jewelry on the bracket.

"The box? Could it be that there is a dragon pill inside?"

Bai Jing shook her head, walked up the steps, opened the box, and a blue light appeared, shining on Bai Jing's face.

In this box, there is actually a night pearl the size of an adult's fist.

The light is very soft, but in such a dark environment, this soft light seems so 'dazzling'.

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People outside the palace also noticed this light.

They all walked towards the interior of the palace.

"Master Bai, why is there light?"

"What the hell happened? Did you find something to illuminate?"

Bai Jing didn't look back, but looked at the relationship between Ye Mingzhu and the bracket.

"So that's it. It seems that the king of Loulan seems to enjoy it quite a bit."

Bai Jing took out the Ye Mingzhu and put it on the stand.

After the radiant night pearl fell to the bottom, the radiance instantly soared.

At the same time, Bai Jing also discovered that this bracket was specially built to reflect the light of the night pearl.

There are a large number of mirrors in the palace, and the light of the night pearl is continuously refracted by these mirrors, eventually illuminating the entire palace.

Maximize the use of the light emitted by the night pearl.

It looks so magical and miraculous.

"Is there a light? Hahaha. There is a light, brothers, I said Master Bai will definitely think of a way."

"Hurry up and thank Lord Bai!"

In the originally quiet palace, a noisy voice suddenly sounded.

With joy in their hearts, everyone was about to enter the palace to see what was going on.

The scene in front of them scared everyone into a cold sweat.

Under the throne, rows of neat puppets looked extraordinarily weird under the blue light.

And it is incompatible with the current environment.

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Chapter 170 Illusion, Trapped Between Reality and Fiction (2)

"It scared us to death, I thought there was someone here!"

"Master Bai, why don't you remind us, these puppets are really well done, just like the real thing."

Qi Tiezui walked up to the puppet, and gently moved the strings.

Then, as if some kind of switch was triggered, the sound of court musicians playing came to the entire palace.

Each of the puppets seemed to come alive at this moment.

They all started to move, not to mention percussion instruments, and even wind instruments made sounds at the same time.

This song seems to have some kind of magic power.

In Qi Tiezui's eyes, the puppet-like bodies of these musicians gradually grew flesh at this moment, and a layer of skin was attached.

At this moment, it seemed to come alive completely.

Every frown and smile, every look seems to be real, it looks extremely...very harmonious, and there is no trace of inappropriate performance.

As if this group of people should appear here at this time, no, as if this group of puppets are another face of this group of musicians.

At this time, they just saw the true colors of the court musicians.

Everything seems so natural.

Not only Qi Tiezui, but even Peng Sanbian and his fellows also saw the changes in this group of puppets at this moment.

And found no abnormalities.

The few people seemed to have learned the neon dress dance in an instant, enjoying themselves off the stage, and began to dance.

Stiff movements, lifeless eyes, exude this weirdness everywhere.

Bai Jing sat on the throne, and puppets and court musicians frequently appeared in her sight.

Qi Tiezui and the others and the dancer scenes are constantly switching, which feels very weird.

If it weren't for the frequent switching of the scene in front of him, Bai Jing might feel that everything in front of him is normal. y8

It seems that there is a kind of magical power that makes Bai Jing believe that everything in front of him is real, very weird and weird.

"It's dangerous."

"Could it be that Ba Ye triggered some mechanism?"

"No, I also played that string when I came in, and there was no change in sight."

"There doesn't seem to be much difference between now and when I first came in."

"One is darkness, the other is light, light? Light!"

"Yes, I remember that there is also a night pearl. That's right, the beginning of all this is the change that occurred when I put the night pearl on the bracket."

"Yu Mingzhu? The bracket, yes, it's right here."

The Ye Mingzhu and the bracket in Bai Jing's memory are nothing in Bai Jing's eyes now.

Originally, the light blue light emitted by the luminous pearl turned into soft daylight in a trance.

This shows that Bai Jing was also influenced by fantasy.

Even though the fantasy he saw was fragments of multiple changes, it is undeniable that Bai Jing was still affected.

The disappearance of the luminous pearl and the bracket holding the luminous pearl in front of my eyes, and the light like daylight is the best proof.

"Blindfolded? I haven't moved."

"No matter how powerful the blindfold is, the items that were originally in one position must still be in the original position."

"It's here, fantasy, break it for me!"

Bai Jing tried to grab the empty chopping board, where Ye Mingzhu was originally placed, but at this moment he found that his body became extremely heavy.

It was as if two selves appeared at the same time.

One is the soul and the other is the body.

Bai Jing's conscious soul has stretched out her hand, but her body stays where she is.

This phenomenon is very dangerous.

It is more dangerous than Qi Tiezui and others who are singing and dancing like puppets below.

They are in the midst of singing and laughing, while Bai Jing is in the midst of fantasy and reality.

In the gap between illusion and reality, this feeling is very dangerous.

It will gradually make Bai Jing, who can see through illusions, gradually get lost in the gap between virtuality and reality.

There is no way to return to reality.

This is a trap, a trap set for high spiritual power.

Seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as a mountain, and seeing a mountain as a mountain, these are three realms, and today's Qi Tiezui and others are in the first one.

The illusion is still an illusion, as long as you figure it out and find the difference, you can break the illusion.

Bai Jing is in the second place, a mountain is a mountain, but in Bai Jing's eyes, a mountain is not a mountain, there is a difference between them.

And this trap is purpose-built for that distinction.

If Bai Jing's mental power is less than [-], it's fine, just break through the illusion and come out.

But now it's more than a hundred, and I know that everything in front of me is an illusion, but I can't break my forgetfulness.

In other words, he couldn't control his body to break through the illusion.

As long as the rags open this illusion, Bai Jing can only sink in the emptiness and reality, and eventually turn into a pile of dry bones as time goes by.