Chapter 9 Ancient Tomb ()

The phone must have been left behind shortly after I picked it up and saw that it was covered with blood, and I felt something was wrong: "It seems that there are more than one group of us here, and it seems that there are still people who are injured. This phone will definitely not fall from the sky."

I opened the phone book on my phone and saw that there were only a few numbers inside, all of which were from foreign phones, and there was no other information. Uncle San said, "No matter what, we can't go to find them, it's better to hurry up." I looked around and there was no clue, so I had to open the way to continue walking. But when I saw such a modern thing in this wilderness, I always felt a little incredible, so I asked the old man, have anyone else in this forest besides us recently?

The old man smiled: "Two weeks ago, there were a group of people, about 10 people, and they haven't come out yet. This place is dangerous, a few grandpas, it's time to look back now."

"Isn't it just a monster?" Dakui said, "Tell you, our little grandfather, even a thousand-year-old zombie, has to kowtow to him. With him, it's no problem with any monster, right?" He asked Mon Oil Bottle, and Mon Oil Bottle did not react at all, as if he thought he was air. Dakui was upset when he hit a nail, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

We walked until the sky was dark and we finally arrived at our destination before 4 pm.

We saw more than 10 almost intact military tents. The quality of these tents is very good. Although they are now full of rotten fallen leaves, they are still very dry and clean inside. There are a lot of daily necessities in the tent. We flipped through them casually, and there were a lot of scattered equipment and no one's corpses. The old man should not have lie.

We even found a generator and several tanks of gasoline. The engine was wrapped in oil steps, but most of the parts were rotten. Pang Kui tried to start, but there was no reaction at all, but the gasoline was OK. I looked through it and found that everything had been torn off, and there was not even a trademark on the tent or their backpack. I thought it was strange. It seemed that these people didn't want others to know where they came from.

We set a fire in this camp and had a simple dinner. The old man looked around vigilantly while eating, for fear that the monster would suddenly rush out and hang him to death. The compressed food tasted bad, so I almost drank a few sips of water.

While eating, Mon Oil Bottle looked at the map. He pointed to a place on the map where the fox had a weird face: "We must be here now."

We all came over and he continued, "This is the place for sacrifices, and the sacrificial platform below should be the sacrificial platform. The sacrificial burial may be below."

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

We connected the rebar pipe and connected the shovel head. Uncle San used his feet to step on the ground to show that this was the position of the shovel. Dakui first fixed the shovel head, and then started to shovel with a short-hand hammer. Uncle San put one hand on the steel pipe. When he felt the situation below, he knocked on 13 sections in total, Uncle San suddenly said: "It's there!"

We pulled the shovels up one by one, and finally brought out a bunch of soil. Dakui took off the shovel head and walked to the edge of the fire to show us. When Uncle San and I looked at it, their faces turned pale at the same time, and even the muffled oil bottle sounded. It turned out that the soil was soaked in blood, and it was dripping with blood-like liquid.

Uncle San smelled it before he got his nose and frowned. Uncle San and I have read records of blood corpses, but the specific situation cannot be accurately inferred from my grandfather's notes. However, since there is blood in the mud, the tomb below must be extraordinary.

I looked at my third uncle and wanted to see how he decided. He thought for a while, lit a cigarette, and said, "No matter what, I'll dig it up first."

While Pan Zi and Dakui did not stop, Dakui put out a few more shovels and then gave the shovel heads to Uncle San. Uncle San smelled each shovel head and started connecting the holes on the ground with a mud knife. I saw that they were busy positioning. After a while, the rough outline of the ancient tomb was drawn on the ground.

Positioning the cave is the basic work of Tu Master. Generally speaking, the tomb below must be like this, and few Tu Master will make mistakes. However, when I looked at this outline, I felt something was wrong. Most of the tombs in the Warring States Period did not have underground palaces, but there was obviously a bottom, and it was a brick roof, which was really unusual.

Uncle San measured with his fingers and finally determined the position of the coffin and said, "There is a brick roof below. I can't hit the head of the shovel, so I can only mark the approximate position based on my experience. This underground palace is too strange. I don't know the thin bricks there, so I can only follow the experience of Song Tomb tomb to first cut it in from the back wall. If it doesn't work, I have to start over, so my hands and feet should be faster."

My third uncle and his friends had been thieving holes for more than ten years. The speed was extremely fast. Three whirlwind shovels flew up and down and went down 78 meters in a row. Because it was in this wilderness, there was no need to make soil. We just turned the mud outside. After a while, Da Kui called down below: "Do it!"

Dakui had already dug the bottom of the thief hole very much and cleared a large brick wall. We turned on the mine lamp and went inside. When the mangu saw Dakui knocking on the brick wall with his hand, he hurriedly pressed him down. "Don't touch anything." The mangui's eyes were extremely sharp, which scared Dakui.

He stretched out two fingers, placed them on the wall, touched them along the crack of the brick, and stopped after touching them for a long time, saying, "There is an anti-theft mezzanine here. When moving, all the bricks must be taken out, not pushed inside, and not smashed!"

Pan Zi touched the wall and said, "How is it possible? There are not even cracks. How can I get these bricks out?"

He was alone, and he touched a brick, and suddenly exerted force and pulled the brick out of the wall. How strong the acreage brick was? It was not known how powerful it would take to pull a brick out of the wall with just two fingers. These two fingers were really extraordinary.

He carefully placed the brick on the ground and pointed to the back of the brick. We saw a dark red wax wall behind it and said, "This wall is full of the acid used for alchemy. If it is broken, these organic strong acids will instantly pour on us and will immediately burn even the skin."

I swallowed and spitted, and suddenly thought of the skinless monster my grandfather saw. I was very shocked. Could it be that it wasn't a blood corpse? It was the great grandfather who was sour? Didn't the grandfather's shots hit the great grandfather?

The mud oil bottle asked Pang Kui to dig a 5-meter straight well below, then took out an injection needle and a plastic tube from his bag. He connected the tube to the needle, and then put the other end into the deep pit. Pan started a fire and burned the needle red. The mud oil bottle carefully inserted it into the wax wall. Immediately, the red acid flowed from the end of the tube into the straight well.

Soon, the dark red wax wall turned white, and it seemed that everything inside had flowed out. The mud oil bottle nodded and said, "Okay!" We immediately started moving bricks. Soon, a hole that could be passed by a person was moved out on the wall. Uncle San threw a fire note into the hole, followed by the fire, and observed the environment inside.

We penetrated from the north of the curtain and saw that the ground was full of stone slabs, engraved with ancient characters. These stone slabs were arranged in a similar way to the Bagua. The larger the outside, the smaller the in the middle. There are eight everlasting lamps around the tomb, which of course has been extinguished. There is a four-legged square tripod in the middle. The top of the tomb above the tripod is engraved with sun, moon and stars. On the south side of the tomb chamber, there is a sarcophagus. Behind the sarcophagus is a walkway, which seems to be moving downwards, and I don’t know where it leads to it.

Uncle San leaned in and smelled it, then waved his hand, and we went in one by one.

Uncle San looked at the words on the ground and said to Mon Oil Bottle: "Brother, look at these words to see if you can see who is buried here?"

Mon Oil Bottle shook his head and said nothing.

We made several notes and threw them into the eternal light. The entire tomb chamber lit up. I remembered the last monster I saw on my grandfather’s notes. It seemed that my grandfather repeatedly mentioned the strange sounds that he heard, and his heart was thrilled. At this time, Pan Zi actually climbed onto the cauldron, trying to see what was inside. Suddenly, he cheered, "San Master, there are treasures here!"

We all climbed up and saw a headless mummy in the cauldron. The clothes were rotten and there were some jade jewelry on the body. Pan Zi was honest and took it off and took it to his hands.

"The torso of the remaining people after the human sacrifice should be cut off their heads and sacrificed to heaven, and then put their bodies here to sacrifice to people. These should be prisoners of war, and slaves cannot have jewelry on their hands."

Pan Zi jumped into the cauldron and wanted to see what else was underneath. It was too late for the Oil Bottle to stop him. He looked back at the sarcophagus, but fortunately he didn't respond. Uncle San cursed: "You kid, this cauldron is used for sacrificial offerings. Do you kid want to be used as a sacrificial offering?"

Pan Zi smiled: "Third Master, I'm not Da Kui, don't scare me," he took out a big jade bottle from it, "Look, there are so many good things. Let's turn this tripod to see what else is there?"

"Don't mess around, come out quickly!" Uncle San said. When he saw that the face of the Man Oil Bottle had turned pale, his eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus, and he knew something might have happened.
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