Daomu Biji

The phone must have been thrown away not long ago. I picked it up and saw that it was stained with blood. I felt something bad: "It seems that we are not the only ones here. There seems to be someone injured. This phone must not have come from the sky." It fell."

I opened the phone book on my phone and saw only a few numbers in it, all of which were from overseas. There was no other information at all. My third uncle said, "No matter what, it's impossible for us to go find them. It's better to hurry." I looked around, but there were no clues, so I had to open a path and keep walking. But seeing such a modern thing in this wilderness, I always felt a little incredible, so I asked the old man, apart from us, has anyone else entered this forest recently?

The old man chuckled: "There was a group of about 10 people two weeks ago, but they haven't come out yet. This place is very dangerous. Grandpas, it's not too late for us to turn back now."

"Isn't he just a monster?" Dakui said, "Let me tell you, our little grandfather has kowtowed to him even for thousands of years of zombies. With him here, all kinds of monsters and ghosts are not a problem, right?" he asked dully. You Ping and Men You Ping didn't react at all, as if they thought he was air. Dakui hit a snag and couldn't help but feel unhappy, but there was nothing he could do.

We walked silently until it was dark and the sky was dark. Before 4pm, we finally arrived at our destination.

We saw more than a dozen military tents that were almost intact. The quality of these tents was very good. Although they were now covered with rotten leaves, they were still very dry and clean inside. There were many daily necessities in the tents, and we rummaged through them at will. After looking through it, there were a lot of scattered equipment and no human bodies, so the old man must not have lied.

We even found a generator and a few cans of gasoline. The engine was wrapped in oil, but most of the parts were in shambles. Pang Kui tried to start it, but there was no reaction at all, but the gasoline was still OK. I looked through it and found that the labels had been torn off everything, including the tents and the labels on their backpacks. I thought it was strange. It seemed like these people didn't want others to know where they came from.

We lit a fire in the camp and had a simple dinner. The old man looked around cautiously while eating, fearing that the monster would suddenly rush out and hang him too. The taste of the compressed food was really unpleasant, so I almost drank a few sips of water.

Menyouping looked at the map while eating. He pointed to a place on the map where the fox monster's face was drawn: "We must be here now."

We all moved closer, and he continued: "This is the place for sacrifices, and below is the sacrificial platform. The sacrifices may be buried under here."

The third uncle squatted on the ground, picked up a handful of soil, put it under his nose, smelled it, shook his head, walked a few more steps, touched another handful, and said, "It's buried too deep. I need to dig in a few shovels to see."

We connected the threaded steel pipes and the shovel head. The third uncle stepped on the ground with his feet to make a few marks, indicating that this is the position where the shovel should be lowered. Dakui first fixed the shovel head, and then used a short-handled hammer to start shoveling. The uncle put one hand on the steel pipe to feel what was going on underneath. When he hit 13 knots in total, the third uncle suddenly said: "Yes!"

We pulled up the shovel section by section, and finally brought out a handful of soil. Dakui removed the shovel head and walked to the fire to show us. When my third uncle and I looked at it, our faces turned pale at the same time. Menyouping also made a sound. It turned out that the soil seemed to have been soaked in blood, dripping with blood-like liquid.

The third uncle took it to his nose and smelled it, and frowned. Both the third uncle and I have read the records about the blood corpse, but the specific situation cannot be accurately inferred from my grandfather's notes, but since There is blood in the mud, so the tomb underneath must be something special.

I looked at my third uncle to see what he would decide. He thought for a while, lit a cigarette and said, "No matter what, let's dig it up first."

While Pan Zi and Dakui didn't stop,

Da Kui shoveled down a few more shovels, and then gave all the shovel heads to his third uncle. The third uncle smelled each shovel head, and started to connect the shovel holes on the ground with a trowel. I saw them busy positioning them, and after a while In no time, the general outline of the ancient tomb was drawn on the ground.

Cave exploration and positioning are the basic skills of Tufuzi. Generally speaking, whatever the top looks like, the tomb below must look like this. Very few Tufuzi will get it wrong, but when I look at this outline, I feel something is wrong. Most of them There is no underground palace in the Warring States Tomb, but there is obviously one underneath, and it has a brick roof, which is really unusual.

The third uncle measured it with his fingers and finally determined the position of the coffin. He said: "There is a brick roof below. I can't break it with the shovel head, so I can only mark the approximate position based on experience. This underground palace is too weird. I don't know." The bricks there are thin, so we can only follow the experience of the Song Dynasty tomb and drill in from the back wall first. If it doesn't work, you have to start over, so you have to be faster."

My third uncle and the others have been digging holes for more than ten years. They were very fast. The three cyclone shovels were flying up and down, and they went down 78 meters in one go. Because we were in this wilderness, there was no need to do soil, so we just went straight Turn the mud outside, and after a while, Dakui shouted from below: "It's done!"

Da Kui had already dug a large hole underneath and cleared out a large brick wall. We put on the miner's lamp and went down inside. Menyouping saw Da Kui knocking on the brick wall with his hand and hurriedly held him down. "Nothing happened." Don't touch it." The mengyou bottle's eyes were extremely sharp, and Dakui was frightened.

He stretched out two fingers, put them on the wall, and touched along the cracks of the bricks. After touching for a long time, he stopped and said, "There is an anti-theft mezzanine here. When moving, all the bricks must be taken out. You can’t push it in, let alone smash it!”

Pan Zi touched the wall and said, "How is it possible? There is not even a crack. How is it possible to get these bricks out?"

Stiff and minding his own business, he touched a brick and suddenly pulled out the brick from the wall. The brick was so strong that he could pull out a brick from the wall with just two fingers. Knowing how much strength is required. These two fingers are really no small matter.

He carefully placed the bricks on the ground, pointed to the back of the bricks, and we saw a dark red wax wall behind it. He said, "This wall is full of alumic acid used in alchemy. If it is broken, these organic Strong acid will be poured on us in an instant, and our skin will be burned right away.”

I swallowed and suddenly thought of the skinless monster my grandfather saw. I was very shocked. Wasn't that a bloody corpse? But the great-great-grandfather who was doused with vitriol? Did those grandpa's shots hit great-grandpa?

The stuffy oil bottle asked Pang Kui to dig a 5-meter vertical well below, and 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 hole. inside. Pan started a fire, heated the needle red, and carefully inserted the oil bottle into the wax wall. Immediately, the red vitriol flowed into the vertical well from the other end of the pipe.

Soon, the dark red wax wall turned to white, and it seemed that all the contents inside had been drained away. Mengyou Ping nodded and said, "Okay!" We immediately started moving bricks. Soon, a hole was made in the wall that could allow a person to pass through. The third uncle threw a fire folder into the hole, followed the light of the fire, and observed the environment inside.

We penetrated from the north side of the curtain and saw that there were whole stone slabs on the ground, which were engraved with ancient characters. These stone slabs were arranged in a pattern similar to the Bagua, with the ones on the outside getting bigger and the ones in the middle getting smaller. The tomb was surrounded by The eight everlasting lamps have of course been extinguished. There is a four-legged square tripod in the middle of the tomb. The sun, moon and stars are carved on the top of the tomb above the tripod. On the south side of the tomb, directly facing us, there is a sarcophagus. There is a walkway behind, which seems to be going downwards. I don't know where it leads.

The third uncle put his head in and smelled it, then waved and we got in one by one.

The third uncle looked at the words on the ground and said to Menyou Ping: "Brother, look at these words and see if you can tell who is buried here?"

Menyouping shook his head and said nothing.

We made several tricks and threw them into the ever-burning lamp, and the whole tomb lit up. I thought of the last monster I saw in my grandfather’s notes, and it seems that my grandfather repeatedly mentioned hearing strange gurgling noises, and I felt really excited. Mao, Pan Zi actually climbed up to the cauldron at this time, wanting to see what was inside. Suddenly, he cheered, "Third Master, there is a treasure here!"

We all climbed up and saw a headless mummy in the cauldron. Its clothes were all torn. There were some jade jewelry on the corpse. Pan Zi was so polite that he took it off and brought it to himself. .

"This should be the torso of a human being left after the human sacrifice. They chopped off the head to offer sacrifice to heaven, and then put the body here to offer sacrifice to human beings. These should be prisoners of war. It is impossible for slaves to have jewelry on their hands."

Pan Zi jumped into the cauldron to see what else was underneath. It was too late for Menyou Ping to stop him. He looked back at the stone coffin. Fortunately, there was no reaction. The third uncle yelled: "You kid , this cauldron is used for sacrifices, do you want to be used as a sacrifice?"

Pan Zi chuckled: "Third Master, I'm not Da Kui, don't scare me." He took out a large jade bottle from inside, "Look, there are quite a lot of good things. Let's turn this cauldron over and see if it's still there." Is there anything?"

"Stop messing around, come out quickly!" Third Uncle said. He saw that Menyou Ping's face had turned pale and his eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus, knowing that something might have happened.

At this time, I heard a "clucking" sound. When I turned around and listened, I couldn't help but get chills. The sound didn't come from the coffin, but it came from the stuffy oil bottle.