I died and became a god in the game

Shen Senguang signaled the people in the camp to go down to explore the way first. As a result, the five people in the camp entered the dark basement space through the hole at the bottom of the coffin. They all shouted out that there was no light down there, but it was safe down there.

Old Shen Senguang frowned and shouted: "Explore the space below!"

People from the five camps below shouted up: "There should be a tomb down there. I have touched a lot of bronze utensils."

"But it's too dark down there, so we can't explore."

Shen Senguang on the side thought for a while. There should be some kerosene lamps and other items in the tomb below, otherwise how would the scene below be illuminated?

"Look for any items like kerosene lamps. You must have brought lighters!"

After a flurry of activity underneath, the tomb finally lit up, and the candles were lit one by one by people from the camp using lighters.

Shen Senguang put his hands on the coffin and jumped down the hole.

Next to him, old Shen Senguang was still worried about whether it was safe down there, but when he saw his younger self, old Shen Senguang jumped directly, so he couldn't lag behind.

His wisdom has definitely never expired!!

So, this guy also jumped down.

After Shen Senguang landed on the ground, he stood up and looked around.

This is indeed a tomb.

There are all kinds of bronzes everywhere, including musical instruments, bells and drums, bronze tripods, bronze basins and bronze knives. It is a dazzling array, but in general, apart from its historical value, it seems that it has nothing to Shen Senguang. usefulness.

Shen Senguang raised a bronze dagger and wiped off the dust on the dagger with his fingers.

"You can take it out and sell it, but as an ordinary layman, I will easily be targeted if I sell such a national treasure."

"If you want to sell it, you have to go to Angel's world, sell it there, exchange it for gold, and then exchange the gold for banknotes in reality."

You cannot exchange U.S. dollars directly in Angel's world because each banknote is numbered. If you use banknotes from Angel's world in the real world, they will be mistaken for counterfeit banknotes.

A small number is okay, but if the number is large, the FBI in the lighthouse country will definitely find out about it.

Anyway, they were not ancient artifacts from China. Shen Senguang made up his mind to sell all the things in this tomb to Angel's world after he cleared the game.

The South Vietnamese people on the side were making various exclamations.

Old Shen Senguang stared at the murals and was also excited. "This is... the history of Yin Yang Road is so long. The murals on this tomb chamber show the experience and status of the tomb owner during his life, and represent the mourning and glory of the tomb owner after his death."

"This mural seems to be talking about something that happened more than 4,000 years ago. We in South Vietnam really have a long history."

People in other camps also sighed sincerely: "We are a country with ancient culture."

Shen Senguang was ashamed.

Not to mention four thousand years ago, I also saw the remnants of a super ancient civilization on the space station in the space spy game.

As people in the camp kept exclamating and commenting, Shen Senguang looked at the group of murals by candlelight.

The beginning of the mural seems to be talking about the land of South Vietnam four thousand years ago. There seemed to be no civilization at that time. They were all a group of primitive people holding mud and using stone tools.

In one of the primitive human tribes, a woman with a naturally short stature and sloping legs was rejected by all the tribesmen because her eyes were green when she was born. She was eventually kicked out by the people of that tribe when she was ten years old. ethnic group.

The third to fifth murals all record the story of how this green-eyed woman survived in the wilderness by using flames lit by dead branches to protect herself and scare away wild beasts.

Although she was only a ten-year-old primitive child, she survived with difficulty and tenacity.

Seeing this, the people in the camp began to make fun of the green-eyed child.

"Did you see those emerald eyes? Hahaha... It feels like the eyes of a wild cat. It turns out that the great consciousness of the first generation was just a cat."

"Hmph, I don't like green either."

"This bitch deserves to be driven away. Now I am full of resentment for everything on Yin Yang Road!"

Old Shen Senguang had a smile on his face, "It seems that the original great consciousness should still be Pozi."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Shen Senguang looked at the sixth mural. In this mural, things changed.

This wandering woman has grown up. Her skin is tanned and she is short.

On a stormy night with lightning and thunder, she accidentally entered a cement road. It was quite sudden, because on a mural depicting the rainforest and primitive life, a cement road with modern characteristics suddenly appeared. road.

This is so shocking.

A person in the camp was dumbfounded. "This is a cement road...this..."

"Is that a street light?"

Shen Senguang looked at the second half of the mural. The woman was walking on this cement road. After the initial shock, she shouted that this was the world of gods.

She walked to the telephone pole and was shocked, thinking that this was an artifact.

There is no doubt that what is on the mural is Yin Yang Road.

Things gradually became outrageous.

It turns out that this Yin-Yang Road turned out to be a road that traveled from modern times to four thousand years ago. Could it be that because of this time-travel, the Yin-Yang Road became the unpredictable situation it is now?

The seventh mural is even more outrageous.

The woman found a coffin next to a lamppost, she lay down in it, and then she became the master of this place and became the great consciousness of the first generation.

After taking charge of the Yin-Yang Road, this woman's skin gradually became fairer because she had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time. When she left the Yin-Yang Road again and returned to the primitive rainforest four thousand years ago, she met a man.

This man has double pupils and four eyes.

The man believed that the fair-skinned woman from Yin Yang Road was the legendary Queen Mother of the West, so he gave birth to a hundred children with her.

Behind the mural, there are also four words: Dragon Son, Immortal Grandson.

Moreover, the man's identity was revealed. It turned out that this man was the third son of Huangdi, who was sent by Huangdi to rule South Vietnam.

Since the mouths of the six modern South Vietnamese can hold eggs, they all said in unison: "The Son of the Dragon and the Immortal Grandson."

Shen Senguang looked at them strangely. "What's wrong? The story on this mural may be just an exaggeration."

Old Shen Senguang looked at Shen Senguang in surprise. "That's not the case, how could you not know it? We South Vietnamese primary school students all know the fairy tales, just like the Chinese people know the myths about Pangu's creation of the world."

"Legend has it that the ancestor of the Nanyue people was the third son of the Yellow Emperor. When he was inspecting his territory, he met a woman who claimed to be from the fairyland."

"The one hundred children born to the Yellow Emperor's son and the fairy are the ancestors of all South Vietnamese people."

"We all thought this was a fairy tale. Could it be said that it is true now? Just because of a crossed road??"

The South Vietnamese who just laughed at women for having cat eyes are now turning green.

They seemed to have laughed at their ancestors just now.

this……

This doesn't make sense.

Old Shen Senguang couldn't believe that Yin Yang Road was actually the origin of the South Vietnamese people. He covered his head. "No, that's not right. Didn't you say that Immortal and Long Zi are our ancestors? Why do our ancestors have great consciousness!"

"I can't believe it."

These people are about to collapse.

Shen Senguang curled his lips speechlessly. It's just a game background anyway. Go ahead and collapse. It's none of my business.

He looked at the last part of the mural, which described a woman exchanging consciousness with a human female body through a coffin.

Use this method to get rid of her old body and continue to live.

Shen Senguang and old Shen Senguang looked at each other.

There was horror in the eyes of both sides.

If the content on the mural is true, then is the current great consciousness the woman who mistakenly entered the Yin-Yang Road 37 years ago, or the Queen Mother of the West, the protagonist in the mythical Dragon Son and Immortal Grandson?

Perhaps, old Shen Senguang made a mistake from the beginning.

Shen Senguang suddenly narrowed his eyes. He picked up the fairy tale shotgun and hit the pattern of a four-handed man wearing rattan armor on the strokes.

Two balls of orange flames erupted.

I think there's something wrong with the characters on this mural.

I couldn't be more familiar with it. Isn't there some monsters hidden in these murals?

Sure enough, a four-handed man wearing rattan armor walked down from the mural amid the flames caused by two bullets. He lifted a bronze spear on the ground and glanced at the seven people present with contempt for mortals.

"Mortals, you have sinned."

"In the name of the Yellow Emperor's son and the Queen Mother of the West, please do not disturb my mother's eternal sleep."

"Mortals, commit suicide."

"At least this will save your souls."

The people in the camp and old Shen Senguang all had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and were frightened by this guy.

Shen Senguang raised his fairy tale double-barreled shotgun and said to this guy who suddenly appeared from the strokes and looked like an elite monster: "Son, don't disturb me while I'm looking for your mother."

"Just lie back in the mural obediently."

The man wearing rattan armor suddenly became extremely angry, as if his ancestor's grave had been dug up.

Shen Senguang was extremely satisfied and fired bullets at him while retreating.

The angrier the enemy is, the more satisfied I am.