Chapter 13: The Sinking Ship

If the bow of the ship and the tower were not damaged to this extent, the underwater situation would have been spectacular like a crystal palace. However, now, the entire wreckage is covered with thick sea rust and dust, which is dead. Especially the tower, which has been tilted to forty degrees, looks like it will collapse completely with just one kick.

Even so, Uncle San and the others were almost suffocated at that time. Not to mention in the sea, even on land, there were not many opportunities to see whose shipwreck tomb was actually sinking in such a place?

When I looked closer, Uncle San noticed that the jade door embedded in the reef was really huge. The two were so tall, and four arms were wide. Under the sea stains on the left and right sides of the jade door, two door gods were vaguely seen under the sea stains on the outside of the left and right walls of the jade door. They were holding a tiger in their hands, looking fierce and terrifying. Uncle San recognized them, but could not name them. The part of the tower was not embedded in the reef, and there were flying eaves and tiles. The tiles were almost finished, leaving only the eaves.

The jade door is half open, and there is a gap between two people wide in the middle, which is extremely deep inside, and I don’t know where it leads to.

The "Ancient Wumu Corpse" on one side has sank into the abyss and cannot be seen at all.

Jie Lianhuan did not stop and swam into the jade gate. Uncle San gritted his teeth and shook his feet hard, speeding up, and soon followed him in.

After entering, there was a very long corridor where six or seven people could walk side by side. The space around suddenly became cramped, but the light from the search light became more abundant.

Just now, the deep, cold, desperate and fearful feeling was slightly relieved here. After seeing what he was familiar with, Uncle San was a little calmer.

He dived along the corridor. Because of his professional habits, Uncle San roughly observed the decorations around him. He found that every inch of the place, including the ground, was carved with pictures of continuous groups of immortals.

A staircase appeared at the end of the corridor, and kept going upwards. Uncle San turned his body and lie on his back. He was suddenly shocked because he found that his head was exposed to the water.

He was shocked at the time. This was indeed a very surprising thing. He soaked in the water for almost forty minutes. Uncle San didn't expect that there would be air in the ancient tomb. He quickly turned over and lay down under the steps, climbed up with his limbs and land.

Once a person who has been diving in the water for too long, he suddenly finds that his body is as heavy as iron on his back, not to mention that there are indeed lead and oxygen cylinders with heavy loads on his body. After Uncle San went up, he almost fell down and gritted his teeth hard, and did not fall back into the water.

He stumbled up the ladder and saw that Jie Lianhuan had taken off the submersible equipment. He was breathing heavily while shining the surrounding tomb with a flashlight.

Uncle San thought to himself that he was such a dish. If he had encountered a pitfall, you would have died long ago. But now seeing that he did not die aside immediately, it means that the air should be fine. So he sat on the steps and took off his diving equipment, relaxed his muscles, and took off his flashlight to shine around.

At the end of the steps, where he is located, a brick tomb chamber, which is typically in the Ming Dynasty style, and is not high in height, so he can only walk down. The top of the treasure is towering, with an arch, which is probably the thickness of seven spokes and seven bonds. The bricks on the tomb top are iron-colored and filled with iron paste. The bricks are extremely exquisitely laid. The arc of the treasure roof does not have any edges or corners offside, as if they have been polished.

In the middle of the tomb, blue and white porcelain eternal lights are lined up in two rows. They lead directly to the depths of the tomb, where it is pitch black. When they shine on the flashlight, they find a huge black iron jar placed in the middle of the tomb. They don’t know what they are for, blocking their view.

Uncle San was a little shocked when he saw it. He had robbed many tombs and knew that although the tomb was huge, it was only the size of a commoner. At most, he was a rich man. This was very strange. Seeing that the ancient tomb outside was so huge, it would be impossible to build without tens of thousands of corvee efforts. If it were not for the royal relatives, which ordinary people could have such a big deal?

Uncle San immediately thought of the wealthy Chen Wansan at that time, just like us.

In this way, this time, Jie Lianhuan actually encountered a fuel bucket for him, which is a blessing that he would not be able to cultivate in several lifetimes.

He also became excited and turned the flashlight to shine on the tomb walls around him.

There are a large number of murals depicting on the walls of the tomb, which are also quite spectacular. After taking a photo, San Uncle found that the murals were continuous, with almost no traces of breakage, and they were not faded.

Water vapor is everywhere here, and it is rare for the murals to be preserved like this. However, in the Northern Song Dynasty, there were already protection technology for murals to be coated with oil wax or egg whites, and the technology was quite advanced. Such technology should be used here, so now it seems that the color of the murals is a little turbid.

Uncle San never looked at the things painted on the murals. After a few glances at them, he didn't know what was wrong with ordinary tomb murals. He just thought that they were no different from ordinary tomb murals. He took back the light from the flashlight and shone them on the side to solve the problem. He wanted to ask him what medicine he had just taken.

Jie Lianhuan was so tired that he looked around strangely, and panted as he was panting. Obviously, he had just used his life to kill him, and he ignored him and attracted all his attention by the tomb.

He had just gotten rid of Uncle San just now, and Uncle San felt a little angry in his heart, but since he had arrived at this place and it was not appropriate to have another attack, Uncle San endured it.

The two of them were speechless. Uncle San rested for a while and then calmed down completely, and his heartbeat also flattened. He started to prepare tools to enter the tomb. At the same time, he was careful and secretly checked the oxygen cylinders he had made to reconcile.

He knew it wasn't great at first glance. His own was fine, but the oxygen consumption of the chain was too high, and it was more than half of it.

The more experienced the divers are, the longer they can move underwater. People who have just dived often cannot control their inhalation. When they find themselves in the water, they exhale desperately, which may be more than twice the consumption of the old diver. Although Uncle San is not diving well, he often estimates oxygen cylinders, so he saves much more than the Jielian. At this time, he immediately realized that Jielian can no longer get out.

But after thinking about it, Uncle San felt relieved. Anyway, he couldn't get out, so he must come in and take him away again, so there was no need to rush out.

At this time, Jie Lianhuan walked deep into the cemetery, and he also got up and followed, and the two of them walked to the huge subway tank.

Uncle San stopped and walked to the iron jar to check, but Jie Lianhuan seemed to have no interest and went straight around.

The iron cylinder weighs more than five tons, and there are a large number of inscriptions on it. It should be a sacrificial instrument. The foot of the cylinder has been pressed into the ground-ground blue bricks, and the cylinder is empty, but there is a protruding carving of a fish-shaped body at the bottom of the cylinder, and I don’t know what it is used for.

Uncle San wanted to take a closer look at the inscription on it and whether there were any words he knew. Suddenly, he heard Jie Lianhuan exclaim.

He turned around and saw that Jie Lianhuan had already reached the end of the tomb. Jie Lianhuan's flashlight shone out a third-level coffin bed with a huge black carved coffin on it.

The coffin was almost as high as Jie Lianhuan's chest, which was very dazzlingly black. The surface of the coffin seemed to be covered with varnish, which was very unnatural. The carvings on it were shallow but very distinct, probably with a large number of bird seal characters. Jie Lianhuan might suddenly see the coffin, a little scared, and was retreating.

This coffin is extremely powerful and domineering. It should be the coffin of the tomb owner. I don’t know who is buried inside.

Uncle San read countless coffins, not to mention ordinary mahogany and tarewood or whole piece of agarwood coffin, he had been fortunate to see it once, but he could not see what material it was for the black coffin here. He was curious and walked over the iron jar.

When he walked behind Jie Lianhuan, he saw more clearly that the coffin bed was made of yellow bricks, which were built into a lotus disc. Behind the coffin bed was a screen wall, full of words, probably a tombstone, which should be written on the life of the tomb owner. However, after a glance at it, Uncle San felt a chill on his back, and his attention attracted the black coffin. At the same time, he also knew why Jie Lianhuan was so scared that he retreated.
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