Daomu Biji

After saying this, I immediately remembered what happened a few weeks ago.

At that time, we were preparing to go to Daulu Palace. When we passed the corpse cave, we caught a big corpse. There was such a bell hanging on the tail of the insect, and there was a big green centipede crawling inside. When the bell is sounded, it will make a sound like a whisper, like a ghost, and it seems to have mysterious power. We were almost fascinated by the sound at the time. Fortunately, Menyoupin was clever and kicked us into the water. , to be considered sober.

The third uncle saw this thing later and said that it was from before the Warring States Period. He didn’t know which dynasty it was from, but the situation was critical at that time, so I didn’t take it to heart. The subsequent experience in the Lu Palace was simply like evil. It's like a dream, it's good that I'm not crazy, how can I still remember these things.

But if I were to identify it now, I'm not sure, because at that time, the corpse cave was the same as it is now, with only a few miner's lamps for lighting. Not long after the bell was taken down, it was crushed by Pan Zi's foot, and the two had to face each other. It is impossible to compare, I can only take a rough look.

If this is really the kind of bell seen in the corpse cave, it would have been really terrible if the fat man had touched it just now. At that time, one had already fascinated us all and we couldn't control ourselves. There are at least forty here, as long as one is small Stir it, I really don't know what will happen.

Menyouping looked at me and thought about it, and said: "There must be something strange in the corpse cave. The corpse place was originally a huge tomb, but I don't know how it got related to Wang Zanghai."

The fat man had heard us talk about this and knew the origin of the bell. He wondered, "Did you read it wrong? Why did this thing from before the Warring States period appear here again? This is too much of a coincidence. Could it be that Wang Zanghai is also a tomb robber?" of?"

As soon as he said this, both Menyouping and I were stunned.

"In this way, it is possible." Men Youping thought for a while and said: "No one knows what he did in his early years, and he is proficient in Feng Shui. If he robs tombs, he should be able to do it with ease. However, I remember his family background It's relatively prominent. Their family has been masters of Feng Shui for generations, and they don't have enough food and clothing to do such a menial job."

When Menyouping talked about being mean, his expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to have scolded us without realizing it. I said, "I don't think it's possible. Those who fight upside down will definitely leave some kind of mark in their tombs so that future generations can avoid it when they come in. Have you seen anything like this here?"

Menyouping shook his head, "I paid attention just now. I'm sure there are no signs at all."

His attainments in this area are unfathomable. He said no. I knew it must be true. He said, "Then how can we explain that there is such a thing here? Could it be that he is fond of antiques and keeps his beloved collections?" Also take it to be buried with you?"

"We came all the way,

I haven’t found any other antiques, so what you said is wrong. I think it might be another situation! The fat man seemed to have thought of something, with a proud look on his face: "Actually, besides those who fight upside down, there is another kind of person who often encounters ancient tombs. Do you know what it is?" "

I immediately woke up after hearing this: "You mean, he dug these things on the construction site while doing engineering?"

The fat man nodded: "This man can be said to be the largest foreman at that time. He may encounter this kind of situation. Just go back and check the information to find out whether he had been to the Guazi Temple in Shandong at that time."

The fat man's statement was reasonable, and I couldn't help but admire him, but I definitely couldn't touch this thing. I guessed that maybe Aning touched this coral tree and had so many bells ringing at the same time that he became insane. I just don't know. What kind of scene these bells produced in her brain would have such a powerful effect.

People are easily suggestible in the first place, but now in such an ancient tomb, the atmosphere is mysterious, and if my nerves are a little fragile, I will go crazy. I think even Meng Youping's amnesia may be caused by these things. Because I found that the lanyards of these bells are all tied to the coral trees with copper wires very precisely. Corals originally have holes inside, which transmit sound very well. This thing placed here is like a musical instrument, and the sound it makes can be There are thousands of them, make sure there is one among them that can make people forget everything.

However, these thoughts of mine were a bit wild and I was too embarrassed to say them out. The three of them stood there for a moment, and then the fat man said, "It seems that there are only a few flowers at the bottom of the cave. The strange thing is still on these bells. Why don't you tell me?"

I saw that there were no monsters or ghosts in this cave, and I felt a lot more relaxed. It didn’t matter whether I could walk or not. However, I looked at my watch and saw that it was time for low tide. There was no point in staying here, so the four of us retreated.

I was thinking as I walked, and I still had two questions in my mind. The first was that when Menyouping came to this hole in the wall twenty years ago, he was introduced in by his third uncle. Where are the people who fainted with him now? Did Third Uncle transport them out?

The second is that when the stuffy oil bottle went in, I smelled a very strange fragrance, but it is gone now. Does this mean that there might be something else in this hole twenty years ago?

These answers can only be known when you find your third uncle.

And the third uncle has disappeared again. If we want to find him, we don’t know how long it will take to find him. Maybe he will never show up again, and these questions will become an eternal mystery.

If it is true as the fat man said, the third uncle is haunted by the ghosts in the tomb, then where will he go? When he saw the photo of Mengyou Bottle, he said "I understand". In the end, he understood What's going on?

As I was thinking about it, I felt that the whole thing was still missing something. As long as I was given a few more clues, I could connect everything. And my intuition tells me that this thing should be related to the Lu Palace.

I thought that the four people had walked out of the short hole. The fat man put Aning on the ground and said: "It should be almost time now, we should take action anyway."

I thought that the matter of escaping was still a priority, so I withdrew my mind and began to explain the matter. Because I had never really opened the top of the Ming Tomb, so I didn't have much confidence in my heart. I could only take it one step at a time.

After saying that, the three of them acted according to their plan. The fat man had been holding back his energy for a long time, so he picked up the tool and cut it open on a pillar. However, he underestimated the texture of the golden nanmu. After several strokes, he was already out of breath. It didn't work, but he chopped off a little bit of the pillar.

He saw something was wrong and said, "Xiao Wu, this pillar is too strong. If we do it this way, the ladder won't be erected in a week."

I said: "Don't worry, as long as you chop off the outermost layer, the inside will be easy to deal with."

The fat man was dubious, so he held the thing with a lot of strength, and finally managed to get some improvement. After a few times, the fat man had already pushed aside the iron-like wooden layer outside, and took out a space that could accommodate a foot.

I now know that the hole is a dead end. Sea water can only leak through the cracks in the bricks. There is no need to worry about vortexes, so I picked up the guy and went to help the fat man. After smashing it twice, I realized that this job really belongs to him. Go ahead, he has not only great strength, but also good endurance. After all the hard work, I saw that he was very active and not tired at all. I was a little beside him. At the same time, I was so tired that I could hardly lift my hands.

We worked so hard that after three hours, we finally put the foot holes on a pillar. The ones at the bottom were in good shape, but when we reached the top, we had to step on the ones that had already been put in place to climb up, hanging in mid-air. It took all our strength. It didn't work, and in the end we could only make a shallow mark that could fit a forefoot, but no matter what, we still got it done.

We took off our pants and clothes, because they were diving clothes, which were very sexy, so we simply cut them into strips and tied them into a rope. We made a noose like Mexican tree climbers and circled it around the pillar. After getting up, the three of them stretched the rope in three directions and climbed up.

I don’t know how I climbed up this way. Every time I climbed up, it felt like dying. The fat man was so tired that he shouted: "What are you two doing up here? I just go up and dig. Anyway, you can float when the water comes down." , now this leather rope has turned me into a piece of Dongpo meat, Xiao Wu, you better get the fuck out of here, otherwise I won’t be able to withstand it anymore.”

I said, "You think I want to go up there? I haven't seen the actual situation and I don't want you to die. I don't know if there is a mezzanine above. If there is, you can just go down to the quicksand and bury the whole room." .”

I am telling the truth. The quicksand layer in the tomb wall is the most common anti-grave robbing measure. As mentioned before, it is relatively effective. If you want to enter a large tomb with a quicksand layer smoothly, you must enter the robbing hole when entering. Open a manhole and release the quicksand first. Sometimes it takes several days and nights to empty a wall, which shows that the amount of quicksand is staggering. We don't have this condition now. If we encounter such a tomb, we will have to find another way.

If the top is not quicksand, but strong acid or kerosene, that would be terrible.

The fat man had fallen into a lot of fights, so he naturally knew that what I said was true, so he waved his hand to indicate that he should crawl on.

We gritted our teeth and spent another half an hour to get to the top. After the fat man stood firm, he was almost exhausted, hugging the pillar and motionless, and said: "Damn it, if you keep tossing me like this, I can't do it." Just return to your place.”

I asked him to take a breath first, and I would have to rely on him to cut the bricks later. I carefully and tentatively knocked on the top of the treasure. The oil bottle signaled me not to stop. I pressed my finger on the top, felt it, and said, "Solid of."

After the fat man heard this, he really didn't dare to rest. Without saying a word, he started chipping away at the white plaster on the top. He didn't dare to use too much force, because after all, the rope was not strong. If it broke, everyone would be seriously injured. .

We all stretched out our hands and put them on his shoulders. If the rope broke, we could protect him from falling ten meters high. However, he was covered in oil and sweat, and he was probably going to fall, and he wouldn't be able to catch it even if he tried.

The white plaster soil was very brittle. He chiseled it a few times and peeled off a large piece, revealing the blue bricks inside. The fat man looked at it and suddenly screamed, so he asked me to touch it. I reached out with my hand and touched it... …Silly.

Iron slurry was actually poured between these bricks.