On the left is an inclined upward slope, on the right is a cave that slowly goes downward, surrounded by black rocks and gravel, and no marks guiding the right direction can be found.

Hu Shanshan shook the light column of the flashlight and shone left and right, turned around and smiled softly: "Tell me, where are you going? You choose first."

Han Meimei choked, wanted to say something but swallowed it back, and turned her head angrily.

Hu Che became more philanthropist and secretly pulled Han Meimei's arm, and a flattering smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"How can it be done? There is only one way to go. We have chosen it. What should you do?... Now is a special period, so don't create conflicts among the people anymore! Working together in the future is the right way..."

Hu Che said endlessly, grabbing Han Meimei's arm with one hand, reaching the other hand to Hu Shanshan's side, and pausing, but still retracting it.

Turning around, he hooked up Zhang Shuaishuai's arm, smiled, and turned to the left with a happy voice.

Hu Shanshan's face condensed and she looked at Hu Che suspiciously.

I thought to myself, how do you know that the left side is the way to live?

Faced with the choice of two, Hu Shanshan and Zhang Shuishu stood here for a long time, but there was no conclusion. Why did he know that he should go to the left without even taking a look?

Is he blind?

However, there is no need for Hu Shanshan to ask. Han Meimei, who was dragged by him, asked in confusion:

"Ah? Big brother, are you sure? Why do you have to go here?"

"Nonsense, have you ever heard of 'Have people gone to a high place?'"

“…”

Everyone was speechless. It turned out that he was making a conclusion based on this!

Isn’t that like being fooled?

Thinking of this, Hu Shanshan couldn't help but worry! But she had already walked in, and theoretically speaking, the possibility of going upwards to survive is higher. After all, they are now buried underground.

Looking at the surrounding area, the dark brown rock walls are flat and smooth, obviously they are artificial corridors and corridors. The roads under your feet are gradually closing and flat, and there is no sign of anything wrong.

At this time, Hu Che pulled Han Meimei and Zhang Shuaishuai to take the lead, while Hu Shanshan looked around and followed closely. Except for Hu Che's nonsense all the way, the atmosphere was quite relaxing.

After walking for about ten minutes, the corridor suddenly became spacious, and many square grids appeared on both walls, with a width of fifty centimeters, about the size of a shoe box.

At the beginning, the grid was empty, like a Fengchao cabinet for express delivery, but there were no doors and there were no items in the grid.

Hu Che walked at the forefront and saw these lattice sank on both sides of the rock walls, and suddenly felt novel.

"Hey? This place really looks like an ancient tomb. Look at these grids, they might have placed sacrifices in the past."

Han Meimei didn't sniff: "Brother Hu, how can there be any sacrifices here?"

"Now there is nothing, it should have been stolen! Have you ever heard of 'Ninety-Nine-Empty Tombs'?"

As Hu Che spoke, he wanted to show off his professional glory, and forgot that he was so secretive about it just now.

Seeing that he had his own place of use, Hu Che opened his voice and said to everyone: "This kind of tomb robbery case often happens in Bianmo! I personally have experienced several cases and have dealt with that kind of person. I know that once they get off the tomb, it will be a disaster of destruction of cultural relics! I will not rob you. I will also..."

Hu Che was talking about Hui Shen suddenly stepped on something under his feet, and a cough bang made him so scared that he jumped high in place.

"...oh my god~! What's this thing?"

They looked at their feet in unison, then at the rock walls in front of the road and on both sides, and everyone looked at each other.

I saw many broken pots appearing in front of the road, with sponge-red pots covering the ground, and there were also sparse clay pots in the grids on both sides of the rock wall.

The complete clay pot is placed in the grid, with a wax mud sealed, looking like a piece of well-preserved aged wine.

"Big brother, are the funeral sacrifices you mentioned? They are these jars?"

Hu Che grabbed his scalp and Mo Aiyi smiled bitterly: "It's not impossible? Maybe the owner of the tomb is a drunkard, so it's not impossible to bury a few jars of fine wine."

Before Han Meimei could tear down his platform, Zhang Shuaishuai suddenly pushed the glasses on his nose and nodded, "There is indeed a possibility! Moreover, many large tombs were unearthed and found wine jars for burials. In ancient times, people died as if they were alive, and they would bring their hobbies from their lives, and they could continue to enjoy them when they went to another world."

Seeing that someone agreed, Hu Che nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Four-eyed Boy is right and has insight!"

Hu Shanshan, behind her, looked around on tiptoe, frowned coldly: "If it is a wine jar, why are most of them broken on the ground?"

"Maybe it was because of the earthquake, or maybe it was because the people who had actually come in tomb robbers, they smashed it on purpose."

"What a pity!" Han Meimei lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, held her elbow and stared at the Getai for a while and said, "I don't know if there is any wine here..."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand to the clay pot inside the lattice. Just as her finger was about to touch the clay pot, Zhang Shuishu stepped forward to stop her and said, "Don't move!"

"Ah?" Han Meimei was shocked, but her finger did not retract.

Zhang Shuishu took the lead and pressed her shoulder and said, "These pots have been sealed here for many years. We don't know if there is wine or whether it is wine. What if there is a virus? If it is infected, it will be a new round of epidemic outbreak!"

Han Meimei was stunned for a moment, but she smiled without slashing: "How is that serious? I am..."

Before he finished speaking, the clay pot that his fingertips were about to touch suddenly shook. With a crack, two interlaced cracks burst from the belly of the clay pot jar, and then a small piece of fragments fell off. A furry claw emerged from the falling hole.

The furry claws were dark and as sharp as blades. The eyes were protruding out of the hole and slashing around, and white marks were drawn on the wall of the already swelling pot.

The whole pottery jar was still swaying and trembling, and the cracks like spider webs were still spreading, looking precarious, and there was a sense of déjà vu that the little things inside were about to break out of the cocoon at any time.
Chapter completed!