"Ru Fei, Ru Fei wake up," An Xiangfei hugged An Rufei and kept shouting. I quickly put my finger in my mouth, and the pain in my fingertips suddenly became much less. Looking at An Rufei, who was not yet awake on the ground, I looked at the curtain and saw that the Buddha was thinking about this, and his eyes were fixed on the stone wall in front of him. Not a word at this time.

I took out my fingers from my mouth and bandaged them quickly and simply, and then came to An Rufei, and when I saw the black qi surrounding An Rufei's forehead, I knew that An Rufei was possessed by a ghost just now and absorbed too much yang energy. So I haven't woken up yet, I took out my finger that I had just bandaged, squeezed it hard, and squeezed out a few drops of blood, and then quickly reached into An Rufei's mouth, and An Xiangfei on the side was already dumbfounded.

At this moment, the black paint on An Rufei's forehead disappeared suddenly, and An Rufei, who was lying in An Xiangfei's arms, coughed and came to her senses.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like this, why am I lying on the ground?" An Rufei, who had just woken up, saw that he was lying on the ground and saw everyone staring at him, and asked in confusion.

"Besides, you were possessed by a ghost just now, if it weren't for Liangxi, I don't know what would have happened." An Xiangfei said.

"Oh, thank you, Sister Ryoki. I didn't know what was going on just now, just when I untied the red rope and I was really going to run with Sister Liangxi, I suddenly heard Sister Liangxi behind me call me, and as soon as I turned around, I felt a cold back and I didn't know what was going on behind me. Anjoufi said.

"Okay, it's cold on the ground, hurry up first." When I saw An Rufei like this, I felt a little sorry for this little girl at this time. Picking up Anjou, we returned to the stone wall here, looking at Mu Xiu and thinking about something seriously, I gently stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?" Is there any problem here? ”

When I asked so suddenly, Makushu came back to his senses and replied, "You looked carefully at the patterns on the stone wall and found anything. ”

I shook my head to indicate that I didn't see anything wrong and didn't know what Makushu meant by that.

I saw Mu Xiu smile at me and then said: "This is a picture of the Yellow River Playing Dragon, but you can see if this picture is missing a sun in the upper right corner, because according to historical records, judging from the scroll of the Yellow River Floating Dragon Picture unearthed in the museum, there is a sun pattern in the upper right corner of the picture." Also, you see, this so-called picture of the Yellow River is on the distant mountain peak, as if standing on a person, smiling at the sea. This is also something that was not available on the original. I wonder if this may be hiding the secret of how to open the door to this dungeon."

Listening to Mu Xiu say this, I took a closer look, and only then did I notice these details, and sure enough, this relief picture revealed a lot of strange places.

"Can't we blow it up with explosives?" I asked stupidly.

"I guess no, we'd better enter in a way that doesn't offend the owner of the tomb, otherwise if we offend the owner of the tomb, I think we'll be in danger." Makushu said.

"Alas, I've heard a legend before, and I don't know if it's useful." After He Zhirong on the side heard the conversation between me and Mu Xiu, his eyes suddenly lit up and he came over and said.

"Tell me about it." I said.

He Zhirong seemed to be recalling something, and thought for a long time before he said: "When I was young, when I was fighting, I met a colleague, I remember he told me that she had a fight on the side of the Yellow River, and the gate of the underground palace was also a picture of the Yellow River playing dragon, at that time they couldn't enter the tomb door and couldn't open it, knowing that later, their dead master once told him a few lines of poetry, and then he cracked the mystery of the tomb door and then got off the fight." ”

"What poem?" Mu Xiu's eyes were cold, and he asked eagerly.

He Zhirong scratched his head with an embarrassed face and thought for a long time before saying: "It seems to be a few words, it's been a long time, not necessarily right." 'The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and the nine curves flow eastward to see the dragon coming. Leisurely and distracted from the world, the dragon tour southeast into the Dragon Palace. As if that's what he said, Xiang Anton scratched his head and said uncertainly.

Hearing this to Anton, Mu Xiu quickly repeated these lines of poetry recently and then looked at the stone wall relief, I saw that he was so serious and didn't dare to disturb him anymore. After about half an hour, suddenly Mu Xiu laughed loudly, and was startled by us, and walked over to ask, only to know that he already knew the mystery of this picture, that is, how to open the door of the underground palace. So I got carried away with joy for a while.

"Then hurry up and let's go in, Lao An and they are still waiting for us to save them, I'm afraid that something will go wrong after a long time." He Zhirong was thinking about the missing Xiang Anton's father and son at this time, which gave me a new understanding of these tomb robbers, and their feelings were so sincere.

"Okay, you want to get out of the way."

As he spoke, he leaned on top of the relief like a gecko, and we hid and watched as he climbed here and there for a while.

Then I actually moved some of the patterns on the relief back and forth, which made me completely unexpected, this relief can be moved like a puzzle. After a long while, under the splicing of the curtain repair, the originally messy Yellow River dragon picture has become completely the same as the original. I saw Mu Xiu standing in front of the stone wall, chanting words in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand to the position of the dragon's head on the relief, and then twisted it vigorously, twisting the dragon's head that was originally facing the west to the direction of facing the eastern sun, and turned the dragon that swam forward for a day into a dragon that turned back and roared. At the same time, Shuna had just left the stone wall when he heard a clicking sound coming from behind the stone wall, and then a magical scene played out in front of our eyes.

I saw that the stone wall was really blocked under our gaze and slowly fell into the ground, until it was level with the ground, and the scene that appeared in front of us after the stone wall went down made all of us stunned, only to see a huge palace inside the golden splendor, under the hall kneeling down and worshipping hundreds of civil servants and military generals, of course, are all stone maids. But each of them was lifelike, and above the main hall, there was a blue-faced and fanged figure standing majestically on the nine steps, and he was staring at us outside the door.

And the most important thing is that on the west side of the main hall actually lay Xiang Anton and his son, and I saw where they were lying motionless, and next to them stood two stone maids with spears in their hands, looking at them angrily.

On the east side of the main hall are fifteen large posts, which are connected by a hemp rope to each of the lanterns on the palace wall. Under the flickering lights, this hall is extremely bright and splendid, and if it were not for the hint of weirdness, I think including me, would have pounced on it.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com