Daomu Biji

He said that I immediately remembered a few weeks ago.

At that time, we were about to go down to the Lu Palace. When we passed the corpse cave, we caught a large zombie. On the tail of the bug, there was a bell like this, with a big blue centipede in it, crawling. When the bell was rang, it would make a sound like a human whispering, like a ghost, and it seemed to have mysterious power. We were almost fascinated by the sound at that time. Fortunately, the oil bottle was clever and kicked us into the water. Only sober.

The third uncle came to see this thing and said that its years are before the Warring States period. He did n’t know which dynasty, but at that time, the crisis was critical, and I did n’t pay attention to it. The subsequent experience in the Lu Palace was like a nightmare. It ’s not bad to be crazy, remember where you are.

But now I need to identify it, I am not sure, because the corpse cave was also the same as it was now, and it was illuminated by a few miner's lamps. The bell didn't take long to trample Pan Zi's foot. It's not possible anymore, I can only get a rough idea.

If this is really the kind of bell seen in the corpse cave, if the fat man touched it just now, it ’s really amazing. At that time, one of us had lost all our control. At least there are forty here, just a small one. Jitter, I really don't know what will happen.

The oil bottle looked me thinking, and said, "There must be some weirdness in the corpse cave. The corpse-dwelling place was originally a huge tomb, but I don't know how it might be related to Wang Zanghai."

The fat man heard us talk about this, knowing the origin of the bell, wondering: "Have you read the wrong thing, how did this thing before the Warring States appear here again, which is a bit too coincidental. It's hard to fail, so is Wang Zanghai A tomb robber? "

As soon as he said this, both me and the oil bottle were stunned.

"In this way, it is possible." The dull oil bottle thought about it for a while, and said, "He didn't know what he did in his early years, and no one knows it, and he is well ventilated. If he is a tomb robber, he should be at ease. It's more prominent. Their generations are all Feng Shui people. They don't worry about food and clothing. They don't always do such cheap work. "

The dull oil bottle said that it was cheap and did n’t change its face. It did n’t seem to realize that we were also scolded in. I said, “I do n’t think it ’s possible. If you fight, you will definitely leave a mark in your tomb. Okay. Let the future generations get taboo when you come in. Did you see this kind of thing here? "

The oil bottle shook his head. "I also paid attention to it just now. There are really no signs at all."

His attainment in this area is unfathomable. He said no, I know it must be true, saying: "So why would there be such a thing here, would he be like an antique, and put his beloved collection Also used for funeral? "

"We didn't see any other antiques along the way. You didn't say it right. I think it might be another situation." The fat man seemed to think of something, his face was smug. "In fact, there are other things besides fighting A person often encounters an ancient tomb. Do you know what it is? "

I heard it and immediately awakened: "You mean, when he was doing the project, he dug these things on the construction site?"

The fat man nodded: "This man is arguably the largest foreman at the time. It is very likely that he will encounter this situation. As long as he goes back to check the data, he can know whether he has been to the Guazi Temple in Shandong at that time.

The fat man ’s argument is reasonable. I ca n’t help but admire him a little, but this thing is determined not to touch. I guess Aning may have touched this coral tree. So many bells ring together, it will become insane, but I do n’t know these. What a bell produces in her brain will have such a powerful effect.

Originally, it was easy to be hinted, now in such an ancient tomb, the atmosphere is mysterious, and the nerves will be crazy if it is a little weak. I think that even the amnesia of the oil bottle may be caused by these things, because I It is found that the lanyards of these bells are very accurately tied to the coral tree with copper wire. The coral originally has a hole in it, and the sound transmission is excellent. This thing is placed here, just like a musical instrument, there can be millions of sounds. , There is no guarantee that there is one that will make people forget everything.

However, my thoughts were a bit wild, and I was embarrassed to say it. The three of them stood there for a moment, and the fat man said, "It seems that the bottom of the hole is so sloppy, and this stilt is still on the bells, or not?" "

I do n’t see any monsters and monsters in this hole, and I feel a lot relaxed. Now it does n’t matter whether I walk or not, but it ’s almost time to watch the tide, and it ’s almost time to stay at low tide. It ’s not interesting to stay here. The four of them go back.

As I walked, I still had two questions in my mind. The first was that when the stupid oil bottle was advancing into the wall hole for twenty years, it was introduced by the third uncle. Where are the people who fainted with him now? Did the third uncle transport them out?

The second is that when the stuffy oil bottle entered that year, I smelled a very strange fragrance, but now it is gone. Does this mean that there may be other things in this hole twenty years ago?

These answers must be found when the third uncle is found.

And the third uncle was gone. To find him, I don't know the year of the horse in the monkey year. Maybe he will not appear again. These doubts will become a mystery forever.

If the fat man said that the third uncle was entangled in the innocent soul in this tomb, then where would he go? When he saw the photo of the stagnant oil bottle, he said, "I understand". What's wrong?

Thinking that I felt that the whole thing was missing something, as long as it gave me a little clue, I could connect everything together. And my intuition told me that this thing should be related to the Lu Palace.

I thought that four people had walked out of the short hole, and the fat man put Aning on the ground and said, "Now the time should be about, we should do whatever we do."

I thought that the first thing I fled was still first-class, so I withdrew my mind and started to explain things, because I never really opened the top of the Ming Tomb, so I was not sure about it. I only took one step at a time.

After finishing the talk, the three acted according to the plan. The fat man held his stomach a long time ago, picked up the guy and chiseled it on a post, but he underestimated the texture of Phoebe chinensis. No, but he was cut a little off the pillar.

He saw something wrong and said, "Xiao Wu, this pillar is too strong. If you want to do it like this, you can't get the ladder up in a week."

I said: "Don't worry first, as long as you cut off the outermost layer, the inside is easy to deal with."

The fat man was half-trusted, and he took the strength of the guy to make twelve points. Then he barely got some improvement. After a few passes, the fat man had opened the iron-like wooden layer outside and took out a space that could accommodate one foot.

I now know that the hole is a dead end. When the seawater comes in, it can only leak down through the cracks in the bricks. I do n’t have to worry about the vortex, so I picked up the guy to help the fat man, and just smashed it twice, and found that he really did the job. He didn't say much about his strength and his endurance was okay. After all the troubles, he saw that he was alive and well, without any fatigue. I was a little beside him. At the same time, I was so tired that I could hardly lift my hands.

We worked so dimly that after three hours, we finally put a foot hole on a pillar, and the bottom was still easy to get to, and we had to climb up the foot hole that had been coded, and hang in the air, strength I ca n’t make it. At the end, I can only make a stamp that can be put in a forefoot. But no matter what, it ’s still up to us.

We took off our trousers and clothes, because they are all diving clothes, they are very flexible, and they are cut into strips and tied into a rope. Like a Mexican tree climber, I made a rope loop around this pillar circle. When they got up, the three people stretched the rope in three directions and climbed up.

I do n’t know how to climb up this way. Every time I go up, I feel like I ’m dying. The fat man is so tired that he cries out: "What are you two doing? I can go up and go. Anyway, when the water comes down, you can float. Now this leather rope is about to buckle me into Dongpo meat, Xiao Wu, you **** me still give me down, otherwise I can't stand it. "

I said, "You thought I wanted to go up. I didn't see the actual situation and didn't want you to die. I don't know if there is a mezzanine. If there is one, you go down and the sand goes down and bury the whole room directly. Now. "

I ’m telling the truth. The quicksand layer in the tomb wall is the most common anti-robbery measure. As I said before, it is more effective. A large tomb with a quicksand layer, if you want to enter smoothly, you must go down the stolen cave Open a manhole and let the quicksand out first. Sometimes it takes days and nights to empty a wall, which shows the amazing amount of quicksand. We don't have this condition now. If we really encounter this kind of tomb, we have to find another way. If it is not quicksand, but strong acid or kerosene, it is even worse.

The fat man has too many fights, and naturally knows that I am not wrong, so I waved my hand and indicated that I would climb.

We clenched our teeth and it took another half an hour before we reached the top. After the fat man stood firm, he was almost exhausted, holding the post without moving, and said, "His mother, toss me like this, I can just It's back in place. "

I let him take a breath first, and then he had to rely on him when he was chiseling bricks. He carefully tried knocking on the top of the treasure. The oil bottle told me not to stop. I pressed my finger to the top and felt a bit, saying, "Solid of."

The fat man listened, and he really didn't dare to rest. Without saying anything, he started to chisel the white plaster on the top. He didn't dare to use too much strength, because in the end the rope was not strong, and if it broke, all of them would be seriously injured.

We all stretched out our hands and put them on his shoulders, in case this rope broke, we could still pull him a little, so as not to fall directly from a height of ten meters. However, the sweat of his body was estimated to really fall, and he couldn't catch it.

The white paste soil was very brittle. After he chiseled it a few times, he peeled off a large piece, revealing the blue brick inside. The fat man glanced at it, and suddenly called badly, and asked me to touch it. I tried to touch my hand. ,Silly.

Between these bricks, iron paste was poured.