The entire interior of the temple was covered in vines.
Above the vines was a large patch of green vegetation.
These green plants perfectly covered the entire roof, looking like a green thatched shed.
Within these green plants, Zhang Tian could vaguely see traces of murals.
"Boss, look quickly, there are so many little stone monkeys on the ground."
At this moment, Fatty squatted in the center of the temple, his eyes fixed on a cluster of stone monkey statues.
The small stone monkeys formed a circle around a specific spot.
Their placement was also unique, generally in the positions of 'life gates' and 'death gates'.
"If we find the life gate, we should be able to break the puzzle, right?"
Hu Bayi looked at the stone monkeys on the ground, his tone uncertain.
"Not necessarily. Let's not rush to break the puzzle. Let's restore the entire temple first."
Zhang Tian shook his head.
The main gate was right in front of them, so they could break the puzzle anytime.
However, if he didn't look at the things on the walls now, he wouldn't be able to see them after entering the tomb.
Hu Bayi nodded, and everyone turned their attention back to the walls.
At this moment, Zhang Qilin was already standing in front of the wall. Seeing Zhang Tian and the others look over, he swung his Black Gold Ancient Saber.
Innumerable vines were severed, followed by countless roots falling.
The vines in the temple were gradually cut down by Zhang Qilin, one by one.
The murals on the walls gradually emerged.
These were murals depicting the tomb owner's life before death.
In large tombs, there would always be a stone inscribed with the tomb owner's life story.
People called that stone the epitaph.
These murals were like epitaphs, recording the tomb owner's deeds during his lifetime.
Shirley Yang looked at the surrounding murals, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Hey? Boss, look quickly, there's a dead person here! Someone beat us to it."
Just as the murals were revealed, Fatty suddenly shouted from a corner.
Zhang Tian's gaze shifted over.
In such a place, finding a corpse was normal, but finding one in a temple was quite unique.
Along the way, Zhang Tian wouldn't say it was extremely dangerous, but it was truly difficult for ordinary people to reach this point.
"Are there any other corpses?"
Zhang Tian asked.
"Boss, it seems there are no others, only this one!"
"Huh, there's a little flower on this corpse, and it's written in foreign language, so foreign."
As Fatty spoke, he picked up the brooch on the corpse's chest.
Zhang Tian froze and quickly looked over.
In the original story, Shirley Yang's father came alone to the Southern Yunnan Insect Valley in search of clues to the curse.
Later, when Shirley Yang and Hu Bayi arrived here and encountered the corpse, Zhang Tian couldn't help but pause. Could this corpse be Shirley Yang's father?
As expected, the moment this thought flashed in Zhang Tian's mind, Shirley Yang's gaze had already swept over.
Upon seeing a unique explorer's corpse, her heart trembled.
The next moment, when she saw the flower brooch she had given her father when she was a child, Shirley Yang's heart tightened.
Although she had long guessed that her father was dead, seeing his corpse in person still evoked some emotion in Shirley Yang.
Images of her and her father when she was young flashed through her mind.
Her father had doted on her immensely back then.
The last time she saw her father was when Shirley Yang was a child. That day, her father put on his backpack.
He looked like an explorer and pinned the brooch to his chest.
It symbolized that she would always be by his side.
Looking at the skeleton lying on the ground, Shirley Yang took a deep breath.
"Huh, Miss Yang, do you recognize this fellow?"
Fatty, seeing Shirley Yang's unusual expression, asked in a low voice.
"This is my father."
Shirley Yang suddenly said.
After Shirley Yang spoke, everyone present was stunned.
Even Zhang Qilin, who was standing in front of the murals, was taken aback.
He hadn't expected Shirley Yang to say this so calmly.
If it were someone else, they might have burst into tears.
But Shirley Yang was different. She was strong and brave. Although she was sad in her heart, she generally wouldn't show it.
"Are you alright?"
Hu Bayi came to Shirley Yang's side and gently comforted her.
"I'm fine. I had already guessed this outcome. Ten years without contact, the end result is foreseeable."
"It's just that, until the end, he couldn't enter the tomb."
Shirley Yang said, with a hint of regret in her eyes.
Her father had reached the entrance, but he was just one step away from entering the tomb.
"Don't worry, we will help him fulfill his wish."
Fatty clenched his fist, his expression earnest.
"Yes, I will definitely fulfill my father's last wish."
Shirley Yang said, her eyes filled with newfound determination.
"Bury Uncle. Let Old Hu find a good place for him."
Zhang Tian said.
The dead cannot be resurrected. Of course, this applies only to ordinary people.
Shirley Yang's father was an ordinary person, and he had been dead for such a long time that his soul had long departed.
It was almost impossible to save him.
That was why Zhang Tian spoke as he did.
Shirley Yang looked at Hu Bayi.
"My father worked hard for me all his life. I hope he can be buried somewhere closer to his wish."
Shirley Yang said.
Hu Bayi nodded and looked around.
"The location of this temple is quite good, but it's already occupied."
"Why don't we plunder this tomb first, clean it up, and then bury Uncle here?"
Hu Bayi said, looking at his surroundings.
This location was undoubtedly the best in the entire Insect Valley.
There was no better place.
That's why Hu Bayi thought of clearing out the Xian King to make way for Shirley Yang's father.
After all, a tomb could only house one king, noble, general, or hero.
Zhang Tian's mouth twitched.
As expected of Old Hu, a devoted husband. Not only did he want to dig up someone else's grave, but he also wanted to snatch a grave for the father of the girl he liked.
Although it was a bit immoral, Zhang Tian was fully supportive.
After all, the Xian King wasn't a moral person, as could be seen from the terracotta warriors outside.
"This doesn't seem right."
Shirley Yang hesitated.
"Don't worry. The Xian King committed many evils during his lifetime, and retribution will come. He won't be easily buried."
Zhang Tian waved his hand.
Since cultivating the Dao, Zhang Tian placed considerable importance on karma.
"Alright then."
Shirley Yang nodded. If she could truly bury her father here, perhaps he could also fulfill his wish.
Zhang Tian's gaze returned to the stone monkeys before him.
If he guessed correctly, Shirley Yang's father's death was caused by these stone monkeys.
Once a mechanism is triggered three times, it cannot be used again and will take the life of the moving person.
Shirley Yang's father's situation was clearly a case of being executed by the mechanism.
Zhang Tian held considerable respect for Shirley Yang's father. After all, it was a miracle for a person to venture alone into a primeval forest, survive, and reach this point.
"Old Hu, let's go and look at the murals around here."
Zhang Tian said.
Hu Bayi nodded, and the two of them walked to the murals.
Fatty sighed and took the initiative to go out and guard the temple door.
Zhang Tian's gaze fell upon the murals, and his brow furrowed. The Xian King depicted in these murals was truly terrifying!