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The strange look on the note's face was noticed by the book.

"What's wrong, cop?" Fang Zhisu asked.

"Subbooks... I... I might have a clue about one of the 'octagonal' amber? " The cop scratched the back of his head and told the book what he had seen.

Just as the note finished speaking, Fang Zishu couldn't help but ask, "The note …" You mean there was an octagonal amber in the burial pit you went into? Are you sure? "

"They look extremely similar, so they should... "Right?"

That piece of amber was placed on the high platform, and there were many zombie claws in the darkness. Although the cop had greed in his heart, he only looked into the distance because he was concerned about his own safety.

"Sir, lead the way, we're going now!"

Fang Zishu looked excited.

Ever since he had smoothly deciphered Qin Xiaoling's letter on the stone tablet, he realized that the only way to get him out of the hassle and recover himself was to hide within this' immortal palace 'left behind by his father.

However, in order to open this immortal palace, one had to collect eight different shaped octagonal prismatic amber. Fang Zhoushu had originally planned to borrow the Fang family's reputation in the industry to gather clues regarding octagonal prismatic amber after leaving this place.

However, what he had never expected was that the police would actually find information related to it within the tomb, so how could he not be happy about it?

The note also knew that the purpose of the recipe was to find the legendary divine infant, and through the divine infant's ability, to cure his illness. But now, the 'immortal palace' left behind by the master had stored the things left behind by the divine baby, so it was understandable for the master to be excited.

It was not difficult to go to the burial pit. He only needed to spend some time.

The thing that really gave the police a headache was those zombie claws.

When he saw the octagonal prismatic amber on the platform, he immediately felt that it was valuable and wanted to take it away.

However, before he could take a few steps, he saw the corpse's pincers.

Countless zombie claws.

Although these zombies weren't as large as the King Corpse, they were still a full circle larger than the ones in the main tomb. This meant that if they wanted to take that piece of octagonal shaped amber, which was on the platform, they had to get past the zombie claw first.

Hearing the police mention these zombie claws, Fang Zishu also felt a headache.

When he was in the main tomb, because the bronze coffin had exploded, the water from the dark river had flowed into his body through six holes. When the water of the dark river, which had been hidden under the tomb, had rushed to the first step, it had also brought along a lot of claws.

Although those small zombies were not powerful, they could not hold more men. Otherwise, the King Corpse, which had already evolved into a steroid, wouldn't have been eaten alive by those small zombies.

Although Fang Zishu had learned quite a few powerful techniques, they were mostly used to exorcise ghosts and exorcise devils. For a strange creature like the zombie, which relied on devouring rotten meat to survive and evolve, although it had a certain restraining effect, it was still unable to completely destroy it.

This fact was fully proved long ago when Fang Zishu used the 'Bewitching Spell'. Most importantly, due to the black water's invasion, the yellow talismans in Fang Zhisu's bag had been completely penetrated by the black water. Even the red sand on the talisman paper had been melted and turned into useless scrap paper.

The magical techniques of the Fang Clan were essentially similar to those of the Three Purities Daoist magics.

Most of the incantations were drawn using talismans.

Once a talisman was missing, many spells could not be used.

Even so, Fang Zishu still wanted to go and take a look at the grave.

In his heart, he knew very well that teachers like these could be seen everywhere.

When he went down to Jiangnan, Fang Zishu heard that there were many activities of 'moving the mountain' and 'unloading the mountain' in the southern regions.

These ancient sects had very strong foundations, and there was no lack of true magic masters amongst them.

If he gave up this time, and the other teachers were to discover the tomb, wouldn't it be worth it? Thus, no matter what, the book wanted to give it a try.

Seeing that Fang Zishu was not willing to back down, the police immediately gave up on the idea of lobbying him.

He returned along the tunnel with the book.

After travelling for about two hours, the recipe book arrived at a pitch-black hole.

This was the secret door where the police discovered the octagonal prism amber.

Fang Zishu looked up and saw that the cave was pitch black.

The pungent smell coming from inside the cave made him frown.

The only fortunate thing was that this hole was located in the eye of the wind. After several hours of washing, the stench inside the hole had been greatly relieved. Although it was still pungent, it was much better than before.

Fang Zishu tore off the shirt and soaked it in water, making it into two simple isolation covers.

He handed one to the officer and put the other on.

Then, Fang Zhisu first changed the flashlight's battery into a brand-new one, and then checked the items he carried with him. After making sure that he hadn't missed anything, he went back into the hole.

The secret door discovered by the police was actually the entrance to the grave.

He had barely taken a few steps with the flashlight when he saw the wall of millet. The distance between the walls was about a zhang, criss-crossing like a maze.

According to the police, when he had mistakenly entered this place, he had been confused by the crisscrossing wall of millet. In the end, he had been hit blindly and he had actually arrived at the center of the maze.

It was there that he saw a dais for priests.

The high platform was piled with bones.

The four corners were filled with corpses and pincers of varying sizes, all of which were sleeping soundly.

Fang Zishu didn't want to be so reckless like the police. When he saw the messy millet walls, he immediately realized that this thing should be the tomb's master's specially set profound entrance. Its purpose was to prevent the martyrs in the grave from escaping.

To be honest, the skills of the Master and the Father were unrivalled in the world, and there were few people who could be a match for them.

However, he used this talent for his own selfish desires, for his subordinates to do such an inhumane slaughter. Not only that, he even created a 'Tri-Refining Sky Technique' formation on the banks of the Argus River, hoping to obtain eternal life.

As Fang Zishu thought of this, his evaluation of this legendary figure of the Western Han Dynasty dropped even further.

Fang Zishu was sure that the millet wall that was used to block the priest's escape must have been built in accordance with the position of the Five Elements Eight Trigrams. It was just that he was currently inside it, unable to see everything that was happening around him.

He had no choice but to take out the compass from his backpack again.

He wanted to use the 'Heavenly Star Wind Water Technique' to first determine where he was located, which direction in the Five Elements Eight Trigrams? Only by determining his position would he be able to deduce the correct path through the Five Elements Eight Trigrams, and find the right path to the center of the profound entrance!