The Strongest Iron Triangle of Tomb Raiders

Chapter 292 Put Gold on Your Face
When Ming Li deciphered the relevant records about Wuyang King on the big bluestone stele.

The three of them thought at the same time that Wuyang King must be bragging.

Good guy, more myth than myth.

If this guy was so kind and upright, how could he use the female corpse as a corpse stool to be buried with him.

It cannot be ruled out that this guy does have the power to control the floods.

Just based on the fact that people are made into corpse stools and buried with them as artifacts, it shows that this guy is not a good person at all, but a complete tyrant.

The records on the big bluestone stele are all about the friendly side of Wuyang King, but there is no record about his tyrannical side.

Moreover.

How much of the things recorded on the big bluestone stele is true?

Who knows if this guy Wuyang King put gold on his face on purpose, boasting himself like a flower.

Chen Yulou twitched his lips, "Nai Nai, boasting that he is like a saint, how the hell would he put gold on his face, this grandson is not ashamed at all."

Partridge Whistle said, "Most of the inscriptions engraved on the Zhongding stele are in the language of praising merit. The legend of the Wuyang King showing his original form to open mountains and dredge rivers is full of god-making colors in it, so it is naturally not true."

"That's right, this coffin gorge is so precipitous that it doesn't seem like it could be excavated by primitive labor force in ancient times. If nothing else, judging from the piles of ape skulls and corpse stools in the outer corridor, what kind of shit is this? In order to gain a good reputation after death, I specially asked someone to engrave this stele praising merits, otherwise, when I was dying, I was turned into pig's head meat and braised pork and burned, and the retribution is not good."

"Second brother is right."

"It doesn't matter what kind of person the Black Sheep King was before he was alive. It has nothing to do with us. It's a matter for archaeologists to find out the root cause. The answer is still left to Professor Li and Professor Liang, who are archaeologists. Let's solve it."

Deciphering the secrets of the Black Sheep King has nothing to do with them.

When you go back, tell Li Shouzhi and Liang Yongsi about this place, and let archaeologists like them decipher it.

The real tomb of King Wuyang is not far away.

According to the layout of the Fengshui burial system, the entrance to the tomb of Wuyang King is behind the jade carving of Wuyang King.

Go straight along this cave, and you will find the tomb of the Wuyang King.

The tomb of King Wuyang is located, which is also the place where the ancient tomb of Dixian Village is located.

The Earth Immortal Fengshi of Guanshan Taibao's Feng family stole the tomb of Wuyang King, and Jiu occupied the magpie's nest and built the Dixian Village in the tomb of Wuyang King as a place to hide the truth.

But it's too late now, let's talk about going to the ancient tomb of Dixian Village tomorrow.

Just rest in this cave for the night tonight.

And there is one more important thing to do before going to the ancient tomb of Dixian Village.

Let's rescue Chen Pi, Heibei Lao Liu, and Chen Liang first.

These three guys have been lying in the coffin long enough.

If he lay down again, he would really have to see Lord Yan.

After these three guys are rescued, it's not too late to go to the ancient tomb of Dixian Village.

Don't worry, I'll be looking for these three guys at midnight.

……

Pick up some rotting wood in the cave and light a bonfire.

Ming Li, Chen Yulou, and Partridge Whistle sat around the fire and had dinner.

The hot and spicy smell of hot pot permeates the whole cave.

"Second brother, third brother, rest, I will watch the night."

"Fourth brother, you stayed on guard last night, let me watch tonight."

After eating and drinking, Ming Li let Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle rest, and he came to watch the night.

Last night, Ming Li kept watch all night, and Chen Yulou said that he would come to watch.

Ming carp nodded, lay down and slept for a few hours.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes suddenly.

It's almost time.

"Second Brother." Ming Li called out to Chen Yulou who was sitting by the fire.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong?"

"Wake up Third Brother, let's go find Ah Si and the others."

"Got it."

Chen Yulou woke up the partridge whistle, and the three of them went out of the cave to the wide corridor outside, and went straight out of the cave to the entrance of the cave.

The bright moon hangs high, and the cold light falls down, covering the coffin gorge as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The ghost fires floating on tens of thousands of hanging coffins make the coffin gorge look like the ghost world.

What happened next left Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle dumbfounded.

I saw the hanging coffin boards on the cliffs opened one after another, and dried up rice dumplings crawled out of these hanging coffins, kneeling and worshiping in a certain direction.

"Nano, so many zongzi?"

"What are they worshiping, the Black Sheep King?"

"Second brother, third brother, take a closer look." While speaking, Ming Li opened the Qinglong bloodline.

Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle looked again, how could there be tens of thousands of zongzi kneeling down to worship.

Nai Nai, they actually unknowingly fell in love with Wuyang King.

Regardless of whether Wuyang King is a man or a demon, this guy must be a strange person who is proficient in the secret art of ventilation and water.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the ghost fog covered their eyes, making them fall into the trick unknowingly.

"Hey, isn't it Chen Pi, the black-backed sixth child, Chen Liang and the others?"

"It's really them."

Although there were no Wanji Zongzi kneeling and prostrating on the cliff opposite, there were three figures kneeling on the top of the coffin and kowtowing in a certain direction as if they had lost their souls.

These three people were not the Chen Pi they were looking for, the black-backed sixth child, who else could Chen Liang be.

"Si, Lao Liu, Chen Liang..., Nanai, what's wrong with these three guys, are they bewitched?"

"Fourth brother, what should we do now?"

Looking at the appearance of these three guys at this time, it is obvious that they have been bewitched by evil spirits and lost their souls.

Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle looked at Ming Li, waiting for Ming Li to make up his mind.

The distance between the two cliffs is more than 20 meters, and there is no way to rely on the air. If you want to go to the opposite side, you can only go down to the valley below and find your way.

"Third brother, give it to me from the sky."

"Fourth brother, here."

"drink……!"

Ming Li tied the Tiansuo to Minghong Dao, and threw Minghong Dao towards the opposite side.

With a clang, Ming Hong Dao plunged into the smooth ancient cliff opposite without the handle.

Tie one end of the diamond cable to the stone beam of the cave's stone gate, and let Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle wait here, and Ming Li quickly followed the drill cable to the group of hanging coffins.

"what……!"

"Hah, you uncle, it's against you." Ming Li slapped Chen Pi directly, and knocked out the black-backed Lao Liu and Chen Liang who rushed up with a knife in one hand.

There was a blood hole the size of a thumb on the back of the neck of the three of them.

Something bit the back of their necks and got into their brains, causing them to look like this.

Tie up the three of them and send them to the opposite side one by one through the drill rope.

Ming Li pulled Minghong Dao out of the ancient cliff, and just as he was about to use the drill cable to swing to the opposite side, a withered hand pierced through the coffin board and grabbed his ankle.

(End of this chapter)