Zhao San sighed secretly, a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes, this Lai Zi obviously knew about Nanye and Beizhang back then, and he must have some understanding of the current situation of the Zhang family.

Zhang Meng opened his mouth, but he owed a huge favor!

But thinking about it, Laizi did save them a few times along the way, if the sick ghost can survive, Laizi can be regarded as a lifesaver. When the time comes, if he really wants the Zhang family to help, he will see that with the power of the Zhang family, some small problems can still be solved lightly.

"Strange, how is it wet in here, as if there is water coming out of a crack in the floor?"

Raiko asked with a frown, and when he wiped it on the ground, he felt a wet feeling.

"This should be the bottom of the river god road, surrounded by river water, and the wet spot is normal." Chen Cripple said lightly.

"Let's go, there is a very wonderful place in the position ahead, I think you should be very interested, by the way, let's see if you can see something......" Zhao San picked up the sick ghost and walked in front to lead the way.

The group walked forward together, and along the way there were some shocking murals, which seemed to promote an evil civilization, and there were some brutal and bloody things inside, Zhang Meng seemed to be watching a horror movie.

Later, he simply stopped looking at the terrifying murals on the stone walls, and concentrated on walking forward, by the way, paying attention to whether there were hidden traps on either side of the tomb, which was the key to whether they could escape.

Along the way, after Chen Cripple's tireless guidance, his understanding of tomb robbing suddenly deepened several levels.

It's ridiculous that he has turned over a few tombs of officials and masters in the late Qing Dynasty, Zhang Meng felt that he was more coaxing, and now he knows that he is not even a frog at the bottom of the well, and he is a chick who has not entered the industry at all.

"Strange ......," Laizi muttered to herself along the way.

"Old lame, let me ask you something."

"Don't have a mouth to cover, although your identity is not simple, but the name of the old cripple is not something you can call!" Chen Cripple squinted his eyes and said, his tone was very indifferent.

Zhang Meng heard that it was going to be bad, in fact, Chen Cripple hated it most when others called him lame, if it was himself, it would be fine, but Lai Zi would definitely have something wrong when he told him.

"Hey, you call him Lao Chen, Uncle Cripple hates people calling him by this name the most." Zhang Meng hurriedly pulled Lai Zi over and said softly, he knew that now that the sick ghost had just been injured, everyone must have some anger in their hearts.

"Well, it's damp in here."

Lai Zi laughed, he didn't dare to provoke Chen Cripple at this time. After all, a group of three people was placed there, and a mouthful of saliva per person was enough for him.

Zhang Meng rolled her eyes and secretly said that you have said this several times in an hour.

"That, Lao Chen?"

Continuing to walk forward for a distance, Lai Zi still didn't seem to be able to hold back the doubts in his heart, he swooped to the side of Chen Cripple, and asked a little embarrassed.

"Have you ever poured a bucket before without any written record?"

"It seems to be really useless, if you think about an emperor, prince or prince who spent a lot of money and manpower to build such a mausoleum, if you don't leave information about your identity for future generations to worship, then this mausoleum is not in vain? If it is a prince, the emperor's tomb is even more exquisite, you know the great eunuch Li Xian of the Song Dynasty, right? In his tomb, thousands of catties of bamboo tubes were left, all of which were used to record the great achievements of his life, a eunuch is like this, let alone others? Chen's eyes widened suddenly, and he said slowly.

"There doesn't seem to be any written record in this tomb, not at all, and our judgment of this tomb is entirely derived from some burial objects, which is impossible. How could there be no record in a mausoleum of such magnificent workmanship? ”

It's like buying a house, but the house doesn't have a title deed, which is a big taboo from ancient times to the present. In this way, the tomb is like an ownerless tomb, and it is even possible for others to occupy the magpie's nest and plunder the luck.

"Is this mausoleum built by ghosts? To build such a large mausoleum, there is not even a name? Raiko said.

"Where is there such a mystery, maybe they didn't know words at that time, and these murals are their civilization!" Zhang Meng saw that the two of them were about to frown, and secretly said where they had so many ideas.

"The text font of the Western Han Dynasty is from the transition stage of 'small seal' to 'official book', and the text at that time was already very mature, don't know don't talk nonsense!" Chen lame glared at Zhang Meng and said.

Zhang Meng spit out his mouth, he naturally knew this, but he just saw Chen Cripple and they were so entangled, so he just pulled it casually.

"It's possible that the owner of this tomb is scared of ......," Chen Cripple shook his head and said.

"Scared?" Yoriko looked puzzled.

"That's right, although there are many princes in the Western Han Dynasty, the Son of Heaven still belongs to the righteous side, although the power of the central power may be smaller than that of a certain prince and king, but none of the princes and kings dare to rebel. The reason is very simple, at that time, the idea of 'loyal monarch' was extremely heavy, and some squires and Confucians recognized the death of a 'the whole world is not the king's land'. If there is no one in the princes' fiefdoms to support him, then the princes and kings are almost not far from death. Therefore, after Liu Qu was impeached by the squires in the territory, he was exiled to the land of mediocrity without any resistance, and there was no resistance at all. ”

Raiko said slowly, as if she was considering the thoughts in her head.

"At that time, the intelligence work of the Western Han Dynasty was already very sufficient, and there were intelligence officers from the central government in the territory of each prince and king, and it is very likely that the owner of this tomb was worried that the tomb would be discovered, and then there would really be no place to bury!"

Chen lame slapped his head and said loudly: "Yes, why didn't I think of this stubble!" At that time in the Western Han Dynasty, the mausoleum hierarchy was strict, and the tomb specifications of the princes and kings must not exceed the emperor, otherwise it would be a crime of rebellion, and the nine clans would be punished. This tomb can never be known, if someone's name is found in it, I am afraid that person is a dead end, and the craftsmen who built the mausoleum must at least tens of thousands or even more, otherwise with ancient skills, it is absolutely impossible to build such a large tomb, and the owner of the tomb is definitely worried that if someone escapes and leaks his name, it will be the real end! ”

"This person is really forbearing......" Zhang Meng couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration.

"Yes, I always guessed that it was Liu Qu, after all, among the princes and kings at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, only this 'tomb robber king' had enough courage to build such a tomb that encompassed the entire mountain range and river. And even the funeral goods have spanned several dynasties, Ah Meng, you see the Shang Dynasty skin drum, the Han Dynasty Jinshui female corpse, and the mysterious Western Zhou Dynasty Demon Mirror. But now I'm a little skeptical, could it be that the owner of this tomb is a celebrity who is not recorded in the history books? Laizi shook his head, unable to figure it out.

After all, even if he had a plan in front of him, after his death, Liu Qu, an exiled prisoner, would definitely not have the ability to command so many craftsmen to build such a huge spectacle in a mediocre land thousands of miles away from his old lair.

Zhang Meng couldn't help but feel a trace of disappointment in his heart, the clue left by his father was Liu Qu, the king of Guangchuan, but from Lai Zi's expression, he had already guessed that the owner of the tomb was someone else, which made him feel a little depressed, and he wanted to see if he could find a passage and leave here quickly.

"Be careful, don't bump into ......"

At this time, the flashlight in Chen's cripple hand was almost exhausted, and the bulb emitted a dim light, which could only barely illuminate a radius of a few meters.

Zhang Meng looked over, and there was a dark area around him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The shadows under their feet shook a few times, and the strange thing was that they were obviously moving straight forward, but the shadows under their feet were swaying from side to side, as if they were candles blown by the wind.