The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The green tiles are layered and laid out perfectly, and you can still see the simple mortise and tenon structure.

That was the roof of an ancient building buried inside the mountain.

As the thought crossed his mind, a chill ran from the soles of Chen Guan's feet straight to his head.

The Black Wind Mountain Tunnel was built by excavating the foundation of an ancient building, and the origin of this ancient building...

Rumble.

A more violent shaking interrupted his thoughts.

This time, it was the ground beneath their feet that was sinking; the entire roadbed was collapsing.

The massive black transport truck emitted a piercing metallic screeching sound as the ground beneath its wheels began to crumble and tilt, seemingly about to be swallowed by the darkness below.

"Car!" An Changqing's expression changed.

He couldn't just ignore the car, or rather, the things inside it.

"Forget about the car," Long Ao's voice came from the dust and smoke. "This godforsaken place is doomed, let's get out of here."

He had barely finished speaking.

Click... Click...

A sickening cracking sound rang out from beneath everyone's feet.

Looking down, they saw that, centered on the transport truck, the entire tunnel floor had split open into a massive, bottomless chasm, which was extending at an alarming speed in both directions.

The rift valley was pitch black, and darkness was rising from its depths.

An Changqing's situation is very bad.

It's not that he has a problem; it's that he has too many burdens around him.

"Everyone, squat down and put your hands behind your heads."

His voice remained calm amidst the roar, stabilizing the panicked hearts of the bodyguards.

The longsword drew out a clear light in front of him, and countless fine sword energies intertwined to form a semi-transparent light screen, firmly protecting Qian Yongnian and several terrified bodyguards beneath it.

Ding ding ding.

The pebbles struck the light barrier, creating ripples, and the color of the sword energy light barrier dimmed at a visible speed.

"Ah! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Qian Yongnian, who had just woken up, collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and letting out a pig-like scream, creating a comical contrast with An Changqing, who was calmly directing the operation from the side.

Chen Guan leaned against the wall. The barrier that San Tai had casually set up earlier was still there, blocking most of the fatal fragments for him.

"Go, bring it here."

He whispered an order to Leopard to take the treasure called the Heart of Resurrection out of the car.

Since the car is going to be destroyed anyway, the main point is to leave no evidence, and no one will know that he secretly stole some good stuff.

Planned √

As the leopard began to move, Chen Guan's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and fell upon the instigator.

San Tai had somehow drifted to the center of the tunnel, standing on a floating rock, arms crossed, looking up at the huge hole in the dome.

Her face was full of curiosity, it seemed that Santai really didn't know there was another building inside.

Boom—

With a loud bang, the truck, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse, plunged completely into the darkness. The sound of the impact echoed in the abyss for a long time before gradually fading away.

The will to revive, along with that S-class transport vehicle, was gone just like that.

An Changqing and Long Ao's faces instantly turned ashen, but they couldn't care less about that now.

Finally, the last piece of gravel fell to the ground.

The vibration stopped.

The roar gradually subsided, leaving only the dripping sound of water from the distant pipes.

The truck was kicked down by Leopard.

Even a leopard understands the principle of destroying evidence.

Having successfully completed its mission, Leopard returned to its pocket, along with the Heart of Resurrection inside.

Now, the whereabouts of this revived spirit are completely unknown and cannot be verified.

As the protective blanket dissipated, thick dust, like a heavy curtain, obscured everything.

"Cough, cough cough."

Long Ao's cough was the first to sound. He slowly straightened up, his body swaying, almost losing his balance.

His back was covered in blood, his shirt torn to shreds, and pebbles were embedded in his rolled-up flesh, so deep that the bone was visible.

An Changqing's sword aura also dissipated. He leaned on his sword, panting heavily, his lips bloodless.

The dust gradually settled.

The scenery inside the tunnel gradually became clearer.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Then, everyone was stunned.

The tunnel ceiling disappeared, revealing not the mountain rock strata.

Instead, it was a cluster of buildings that stretched into the depths of darkness, with no end in sight.

Rows of neat blue bricks and tiles gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.

Layer upon layer of flying eaves and brackets, and the intricate mortise and tenon structure that seems beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It was the roof of an ancient palace, completely buried inside the mountain.

This wasn't inside the mountain; they had always been beneath the foundations of a magnificent palace.

Long Ao forgot about the injury on his back, his mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time.

An Changqing's hand, which was holding the sword, tightened unconsciously. He looked at the palace that should not exist here, his eyes filled with unparalleled shock.

Just then, a gentle breeze dispersed the last wisp of dust.

A huge beast head, hanging in one corner of the palace, was revealed in its entirety.

The beast's head resembled a dragon but was not; it had a blue face and fangs, and a pair of empty stone eyes without pupils, yet it seemed to be silently looking down on them, these ants who had inadvertently wandered in.

"What is this thing..." An Changqing frowned slightly.

Qian Yongnian's bodyguards collapsed to the ground, trembling like leaves as they stared at the enormous blue-faced beast head, only gasping for breath.

Qian Yongnian himself simply rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Wow, so that explains why it's called Black Wind Mountain. Turns out there really is something there!

[This is way more exciting than stealing that heart, fast forward to Coffin Bro TV, The Temptation of Going Home.]

Am I the only one who noticed San Tai's expression? She seems more excited than anyone else.

Chen Guan's gaze continued to fall on San Tai.

The woman who had just been so menacing, pinning the three of them to the ground and beating them, was now standing on a protruding piece of concrete, arms crossed, looking with great interest at the green-tiled eaves.

The playful look returned to her face, but it wasn't the same as the cat-and-mouse teasing she had before.

It was the pure excitement of discovering a new and exciting toy.

It was as if the deadly battle just now, and the collapsed tunnel, had nothing to do with her.

Chen Guan leaned against the wall, controlling his breathing. After so much time, he had almost fully recovered.

"Feed".

Long Ao's voice broke the silence. He leaned against the wall and walked out of the smoke and dust step by step, locking the three platforms not far away.

"Given the current situation, you can't possibly continue fighting, can you?"

An Changqing did not stop him, but silently gripped his sword, stood next to Long Ao, and assumed a guarded posture.

Despite the vast difference in strength, the bottomless chasm beneath their feet, and the eerie ancient palaces above their heads, the relationship between them remained unchanged.

Faced with the hostility of the two, Santai finally decided to turn his gaze away from the rooftop.

She looked down at An Changqing and Long Ao, who were on high alert, and then glanced at Chen Guan, who was pretending to be dead in the distance. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.

San Tai tilted his head, his tone unusually relaxed: "Little friend, you're just asking a question you already know the answer to."

She stretched out a slender finger, pointing to the ferocious beast head above her head, and then to the bottomless crack beneath her feet.