Daomu Biji

The phone should have been dropped shortly. I picked it up and saw it stained with blood. It felt bad. "It looks like there are more than a group of people here. It seems that some people are injured. This phone will definitely not fall from the sky. Down. "

When I opened the phone book of my mobile phone, I saw that there were several numbers in it, all of which were foreign phones, and no other information. The third uncle said, "No matter what, we can't find them, or we have to hurry. "I looked around and there was no clue. I had to open the way and continue walking." But seeing such a modern thing in the wilderness, I always feel a little weird, so I asked the old man. Has anyone ever entered this forest besides us recently?

The old man chuckled: "Two weeks ago, there were about a dozen people, but they haven't come out yet. This place is dangerous. Several grandpas, we can still look back now."

"Isn't it just a monster?" Da Kui said, "Tell you, our little grandfather, even the zombies for thousands of years will give him a kowtow, and he is there, and no monsters, ghosts, or anything, right?" He asked. The oil bottle, the dull oil bottle didn't react at all, as if he was air at all. Da Kui touched a nail, but he couldn't help but feel helpless.

We walked dull to the sky and dim, less than 4 pm, and finally reached our destination.

We saw more than a dozen military tents that were almost intact. The quality of this tent is very good. Although the area is now covered with rotten leaves, it is still very dry and clean. There are many daily necessities in the tent. After turning over, there are a lot of scattered equipment, no one's body, the old man should not lie.

We even found a generator and a few barrels of gasoline, the engine was wrapped in oil, but most of the parts were rotten, and Fat Kui tried to start it. The result was no response, but the gasoline was ok. I flipped it over and found that everything had been ripped off the label, not even the trademark on the tent and their backpack. It was strange to say that these people did not want others to know where they came from.

We had a fire in this camp and had a simple dinner. The old man looked around with caution while eating, fearing that the monster would suddenly rush out and hang him. The taste of the compressed food was really not good. I almost drank only a few sips of water.

The oil bottle looked at the map while eating. He pointed to a place on the map where the fox face was painted: "We must be here now."

We all gathered together, he went on to say: "This is the place of sacrifice, the below should be the sacrificial platform, the sacrificial burial may be below this."

Uncle San squatted on the ground, touched a handful of soil, put it under his nose and smelled it, shook his head, walked a few more steps, and touched again, saying, "It's buried too deep, you have to dig a few shovel to see . "

We connected the threaded steel pipe and connected the shovel head. The third uncle stepped on the ground with a few stamps, indicating that this is the position of the shovel. Dakui first fixed the shovel head, and then began to shovel with a short handle hammer. Uncle put a hand on the steel pipe and felt the following situation. When knocking on the 13th quarter in total, the uncle suddenly said, "Yes!"

We pulled up the shovel section by section, and finally brought out a bit of soil. Dakui removed the shovel head and walked to the edge of the fire to show us. My uncle and I looked at it, and our faces were white at the same time. The bottle screamed. It turned out that the soil, like it was soaked in blood, was tickling with blood-like liquid.

The third uncle sniffed before he got his nose and frowned. Both my uncle and I have read the records about the blood corpse, but the specific situation is not exactly inferred from my grandpa ’s notes, but since the mud There is blood in it, and the tomb below must be a trivial matter.

I looked at the third uncle and wanted to see how he decided. He thought about it, lit a cigarette, and said, "In any case, dig it out and talk."

On the one hand, Pan Zi and Dakui did not stop their hands. Dakui took a few shovel, and then gave the shovel head to the third uncle. Each shovel smelled it, and began to connect the shovel holes on the ground with a trowel. I think they are busy locating. After a while, the rough outline of the tomb is drawn on the ground.

The cave positioning is the basic work of Tufuzi. Generally speaking, what the top looks like, the tomb below must look like this. Few Tufuzi will make mistakes, but when I look at this outline, I feel that something is wrong. There are no underground palaces in the Warring States Period tombs, but this is obviously there, and it is still a brick roof, which is really unusual.

Uncle Three measured it with his fingers, and finally determined the position of the coffin. He said, "Below is the brick roof. I ca n’t shovel it down. I can only use my experience to mark a rough location. This palace is so weird, I do n’t know. The bricks there are thin, you can only follow the tomb of Song to see through the back wall first. If you ca n’t, you will have to come back again, so your hands and feet should be faster. "

My third uncle, they burrowed for more than ten years, the speed is very fast, three shovel shovel up and down, and they went down seven or eight meters at once, because it is in the wilderness, there is no need to make soil, we He turned the mud directly out, and in a few moments, Da Kui called below: "Done!"

Dakui has dug a large amount under the burrow and cleared a large brick wall. We put on a miner's lamp and went inside. The dull oil bottle saw Dakui knocking on the brick wall with his hands and held him busy. "Don't touch anything!" The sullen oil bottle's eyes were extremely sharp, and Da Kui frightened.

He stretched out **** by himself, placed it on the wall, felt it along the crack of the brick, and stopped after a long touch, saying, "There is an anti-theft interlayer. When moving, all the bricks must be taken out. "You can't push it inside, let alone smash it!"

Pan Zi touched the wall and said, "How is it possible, even without a seam, how is it possible to clamp these bricks out?"

The oil bottle was self-care, he touched a brick, and suddenly, when he exerted force, he pulled the brick out of the wall. How strong is this clay brick, just relying on **** to pull a brick out of the wall, I don't know how much power it needs! These **** are really quite trivial.

He carefully put the brick on the ground and pointed to the back of the brick. We saw a dark red wax wall behind it, saying, "This wall is full of alum acid used in alchemy. If it breaks, these organic The strong acid will pour on us instantly, and there will be no skin burning immediately. "

I swallowed and suddenly thought of the skinless monster that Grandpa saw, and I was very shocked. Isn't that a blood corpse? But the grandfather who was poured with alum acid? Didn't that grandpa's shots hit Grandpa?

The dull oil bottle made Fat Kui dig a five-meter straight well below, and then took out an injection needle and a plastic tube from his bag. He connected the tube to the needle, and put the other end into the deep hole in. Pan hit the flame and burned the needle red. The stuffy oil bottle was carefully inserted into the wax wall. Immediately, the red alum acid flowed from the end of the tube into the straight well.

Soon, the dark red wax wall turned white, and everything in it seemed to have run out. The stuffy oil bottle nodded and said, "OK!" We started to move the bricks immediately. Soon, a hole through which a person could pass was moved out of the wall, and the third uncle threw a fire fold into the hole, and then the fire light, observed the environment inside.

We penetrated from the north side of the tomb and saw that the ground was a whole stone slab, which was engraved with ancient writings. These stone slabs were arranged in a manner similar to gossip. The larger the outside, the smaller the middle. Of course, the eight long lanterns have been extinguished. There is a four-legged tripod in the middle of the tomb. The top of the tomb is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the south side of the tomb is facing us. It's a walkway, it seems to be going down, I don't know where to go.

The third uncle probe went in and smelled it, then waved, and we drilled in one by one.

The third uncle looked at the words on the ground and said to the dull oil bottle: "Brother, look at these words and see if you can see who was buried here?"

The oil bottle shook his head without saying anything.

We took several folds and threw them into the long light, and the whole tomb lit up. I remembered the monster that Grandpa saw in the last note. It seems that Grandpa repeatedly mentioned that he heard a groaning noise, and his hair went straight. When Pan Zi climbed up to the tripod, he wanted to see what was inside. Suddenly, he cheered: "Sir, there is baby here!"

We all climbed up and saw that there was a headless corpse in the tripod, and the clothes were worn out. There was some jade jewelry on the cadaver. Pan Zi was honest and took it off and took it to his hands. .

"This should be the torso of the people left after the animal is finished. They cut off their heads to sacrifice the heavens, and then put their bodies here to sacrifice people. These should be prisoners of war. There should be no jewelry on the slaves' hands.

Pan Zi jumped into the trip all at once, and wanted to see what else was underneath. The stuffy oil bottle was too late to stop. He looked back at the stone coffin. Fortunately, there was no response. The third uncle scolded: "You kid , This tripod is used for offering sacrifices. Does your kid want to be sacrificed? "

Pan Zi chuckled: "Sanye, I'm not Da Kui, don't scare me," he drew a big jade bottle from inside, "Look, there are so many good things, let's take a look at this tripod Is there anything? "

"Don't mess around, come out quickly!" Said Uncle San. He saw that the dull oil bottle's face was already white, and his eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus, knowing that something might be wrong.

At this time, I heard the sound of "giggling". I turned my head to hear it, and there was a burst of chills. The sound did not come from the coffin, but from the stuffy oil bottle.