Two pieces of paper of equal size were written on the left and right, and they were crumpled into a ball. Uncle Zhong looked left and right at the group of people who were quietly staring at his palm, the note shook in the palm of the half-gripped hand, fell from mid-air to the crystal floor, and spun around twice, scattered on both sides.

"Choose."

Wang Fugui took a deep breath, his thin and green palms swayed from side to side for a long time, and finally made up his mind and stretched out to one of the paper balls.

No one spoke, everyone's breathing was pressed to the lowest and slowest level, and their eyes stared at the small mass of things in Wang Fugui's palm.

The ball of paper unfolded, revealing a fingernail-sized word on the crumpled note: Left.

"Left."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd couldn't tell what it was like, the most difficult and tangled thing for people was when they faced a choice, once they decided, the feeling of wandering and helplessness faded, and the rest was to wait, waiting for the end ahead, giving them wealth or a fatal killer move.

"Brothers, go!"

Although the future has been decided, the current atmosphere is still indescribably depressing and apprehensive, after all, the mechanism of this fake tomb alone is enough to make people frightened. Yu Chen's eyebrows furrowed, and he roared in the tomb, shouting, "Who dares to come here is afraid of death?" If you want to get rich and live a peaceful life, dream about it! There is nothing so good in this world! Think about the purpose of our visit, think about those piles of red bills, this one is not necessarily a dead end, just follow me if you are a man! ”

These few mobilization words, which are not like mobilization, touched the hearts of the people present to some extent. Who will come here who is not a mercenary person who sees money? One by one, I thought that after finishing this ticket, I would be able to have the lights and wine I longed for, beautiful wine, countless money, and a comfortable life, my eyes slowly turned red, and my breathing became heavy.

"Montaigne, Nuo Min, Chen Yubei, Leopard, Watermelon, the five of you will go down first, and the rest will be divided into two groups and follow."

Yu Chen secretly glanced at Lan Zui, and Lan Zui nodded. The two of them are not stupid, and they will definitely not take the lead in going to the thunder. First arrange the three unstable dìng in the first batch, and then arrange a trusted henchman to follow and send them to the front to explore the way. If this is a regular cemetery and there is no danger, it is naturally best, if there is a situation, the leopard and the watermelon are good, and there is a chance to come back, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the striker goes wrong, they will not be wiped out and die inside.

This arrangement is selfish and vicious, but it brings the greatest benefit. In fact, the most suitable ones to start are Dong Zhong and Wang Fugui, who have the most experience, but after all, the two are older, and their reactions and skills are not as good as the leopard and watermelon in their prime, and the second Lan Zui and Yu Chen are reluctant to take risks at the beginning of the two elders.

There was a hint of reluctance on the faces of those who were called, especially Nuo Min, Montaigne and Chen Yubei. But under the eaves, you have to bow your head, everyone understands this truth. After a moment of ink, the three of them had to walk down the crystal staircase in the semi-forced pull of the leopard and the watermelon.

The stairs are narrow and steep. The hole exposed in the ground can only accommodate a single adult man up and down, especially the angle is even steeper, the angle of almost 60 degrees and the slippery ladder make people have to walk slowly and carefully. As the five people disappeared into the cave one by one, the rest of them took a few steps back from the dark cave at the same time, only their eyes did not move and stared at the cave entrance, as if they hoped to see through the cave and see the layout underneath.

Yu Chen and Lan Zui kept looking at their watches, five minutes had passed, and there was still no news from the bottom. Just when they were so upset that they thought that the five people who had gone down disappeared silently, a vague call came from the entrance of the cave.

It's talking, not screaming, which is good news at least. Yu Chen pounced on the edge of the cave, and the wolf's eye flashlight shone down desperately, shouting inside: "What's the situation down there?" ”

His voice bounced back in the narrow tunnels, turning into a buzzing muffled sound. After a while, there was also a buzzing reply from below, although the echo was loud, but the people above could finally understand: "Safety, a flat land!" ”

"Just a flat land? Are there any passages and traps? Is there a burial chamber? ”

The buzzing question went down again, but the passage was too long, the echo was too heavy, and once the words were spoken, it was not easy to hear clearly, this time Yu Chen shouted three times in a row, and only then did he reply: "There is a way!" ”

More than ten meters underground, there is no need to think about mobile phones and radios, and the channel is tortuous, and the flashlight light cannot be reached, and their communication can only be restored to the primitive: communication can only be used in a roaring state. The four people in the lead above are combined, this is not good, and I can't figure out the situation at all. However, since the Pioneer Five-person team can roar and scream below, it means that there is no danger. So after discussion, the ten people who remained above decided that all of them would go down.

This time there were no more batches, and the people went down to the passage one by one. The stairs were more slippery and difficult to stand on than expected, so they walked carefully with every step, lest one of them slip and fall to his death without paying attention, and Yu Chen finally understood why the first group of people to go down had walked for so long.

The air in the passage was a little muddy, but it didn't interfere with breathing, but the narrow passage constrained them, making them feel extremely oppressive. After five or six meters and a turn, the slope of the stairs began to ease, and the crystal laid on the cave wall was gone, only the polished and smooth soil layer remained. At this point, it really looks like a tomb.

After turning five corners in a row, the stairs at this time were almost a gentle slope, and the cave wall was getting wider and wider, expanding from the size of one person to the size of three people, Lan Zui and Yu Chen, who were at the head, walked faster and faster, and after turning the last corner, the light below was open, and the flashlight light of the forward team illuminated the exit like day on the ground.

Lan Zui and Yu Chen walked the last step, and looked up to find that the exit of this tomb was still a square burial chamber, but this burial chamber was smaller than the one above, only thirty square meters at most, and it was not as luxuriously arranged as the one on the top, although the surrounding walls were also polished to be extremely smooth, but there were no crystal decorations and those tempting jewels.

In the center of the burial chamber is placed a qiē ancient sacrificial utensils, in addition to the hole they came down to, there is also a square door two wide and two high squares on the opposite side of the wall, and on both sides of the door are placed seven bronze tripods with a height of the crotch, and there are still some black ashes left in the ding. The door at the end of the bronze tripod did not seem to have a sealing stone, but now it was open, revealing a swarthy opening, and there was another tomb passage inside.

"How's it going inside?" Needless to say, this door must have been opened by the five people who came down first, and Lan Zui asked his buddy Watermelon.

"We opened the door and walked for a short while, about fifty meters, and came back. I didn't encounter anything, it should be an ordinary cemetery. Watermelon replied.

Lan Zui nodded, walked over to the two full walls, and looked up with a flashlight. When I got closer, I realized that the wall was not so flat from a distance, but faintly carved with murals. It's just that the murals are no longer visibly engraved, imprinted, and painted, but are low-key, very shallow carvings, and the carved lines are painted with colors slightly darker than the walls, so they are difficult to spot when they are far away. The mural is roughly divided into four parts, one of which is a woman dancing with a stretch of sleeve in her arms, surrounded by musicians holding various musical instruments. The second part is a woman standing alone among the flowers, surrounded by a hundred flowers, looking indifferent, looking into the distance. The third part is very numerous, crowded with people around what appears to be a carriage in the center, but the back of this carriage is open, and a platform is placed above it, on which lies a serene-looking woman, sprinkled with all kinds of flowers. The fourth part also has many characters, and unlike the third part, the fourth part is that the people are all kneeling on the ground, except that two people are different from the others. One was a woman still sleeping on the carriage platform, and the other was a man wearing a high crown and a robe similar to that of Beimeng. The man walked up to the woman, caressed the woman's face with one hand, and clasped the woman's hand with the other, his face full of sadness and resentment.

Although the lines of these four pictures are simple and low-key, each character scene is vividly depicted, and it can be seen that it is by no means a shoddy ordinary mural. The only similarity between the four paintings is the indifferent woman, which makes Lan Zui more sure of his conjecture.

If you guessed correctly, the woman on the mural is the owner of this tomb, Concubine Lan Helanfu.

But who is this man? Looking at his sad expression, and the person in the fourth picture is so respectful, this man must be not low, could it be the eldest brother of Concubine Lan, the king of Beiyan?

Lan Zui looked at these pictures, and there were already all kinds of conjectures in his mind. Looking at Jun Yihuang next to her, who was also looking up carefully, Lan Zui asked in a low voice: "Junjun, is she the Lan Concubine?" ”

"Hmm."

Jun Yihuang looked at the mural in a daze, already stupid. The third and fourth paintings, although they were not witnessed in the past, Jun Yihuang can also guess that it was the process of Helan Fu being welcomed back to Beimeng for burial after his death. The old people in the past, see you again today, but one is buried in the depths, one is trapped in the world, and it has to be sighed.

What Lan Zui and Jun Yihuang didn't notice was that Bai Suhe, who came down from behind them, stared at these pictures, and his heart was even more agitated. Although there are only a few brushstrokes in the painting, the charm is revealed, especially in the first one, the dancing steps are circling, which is almost the same as the Helan Fu in her dream. If it weren't for Bai Suhe's introverted nature, he would have already exclaimed.

Different from Bai Suhe's introverted is the Meng Zheng walking behind her, Meng Zheng almost pounced on the mural from the time she saw the first painting, her round eyes stared at the beauty in the painting, and her eyes revealed the sadness and pain that she didn't even notice herself, she couldn't say why, just a few paintings made her want to cry, the kind of heart-wrenching pain was simply indescribable.

"This life is over, but I hope that in the next life, in the next life, in the next life, and in the next life, I will never see you again!"

The words that loom in my mind, with despair and sorrow, who are they? Who is it? So decisive?!

The blood that spewed out, so gorgeous, so dazzling, as if it was about to dig out her heart, the beauty shadow that was on the ground, the cherry lips stained with countless blood, the eyes that were usually indifferent but always contained fire and enthusiasm slowly closed, and that person just left without nostalgia and ruthlessness.

Gave up a qiē!

Including her!.

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