"Stop playing pantomimes." Zhang Meng couldn't stand the fat man's attitude of wanting to speak and stop, so he stabbed the fat man and scolded: "Say it quickly, it can't be the face of the ninth brother, right?" ”

"it!" It seemed that Zhang Meng had guessed it all of a sudden, and the fat man stepped back in astonishment, and the boss with his mouth open: "You...... You ......"

"Is it really Brother Jiu'er's face?" It's just that he said this casually, but he didn't expect to be really told by himself, Zhang Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Impossible, if it's Brother Jiu'er, he has no reason to run away when he sees you." ”

"That's what I thought too." The fat man said with a puzzled expression: "Because of this, I didn't sue others, and the big in the province sowed discord again." ”

Zhang Meng tried hard to control his ups and downs, nodded, and said to the fat man: "Fat man, you handled this matter very well!" Until things are clear, we can't let Jiu Ge'er become the object of suspicion. ”

"Hmm." The fat man nodded.

"Let's go, if you pull too far, everyone will be suspicious." After Zhang Meng finished talking to the fat man, he began to follow the pace of everyone.

Only the fat man muttered a few words with a blank face: "What if that person is really Brother Jiu'er?" ”

Hearing the fat man muttering, Zhang Meng's heart rippled again. Ye Jiu appeared in the sea of flowers, and gave everyone a hint, so that everyone got out of the dead loop, didn't Ye Jiu leave? Always by everyone's side? But why didn't he show up?

Zhang Meng suddenly remembered that the second Ye Jiu he saw in the previous Headless Horseman incident sank, and his heart sank.

Zhang Meng couldn't figure out what was going on, so he had to cautiously follow everyone forward, and while walking, he looked at the surrounding movements from time to time.

Different from the mausoleums I have been to before, since passing through the water prison, opening the stone gate, and breaking through the sea of flowers, the palace in front of me is more like a mausoleum.

Zhang Meng wondered in her heart, and wanted to ask Lai Zi why the scale of this underground tomb was a little different. found that Laizi next to him was also puzzled.

"Damn! The graveyard under our feet can cross the carriage side by side. The fat man muttered beside him.

"Could it be that you haven't entered the real tomb yet?" Zhang Meng asked.

Hearing Zhang Meng say this, the fat man suddenly shouted: "Look back, we came in from the back of this tomb, the water hell, the sea of flowers, the two traps have come over, can this be a real tomb?" ”

"But this tomb is too wide, isn't it?"

Hearing Zhang Meng's doubts, Zhao San also frowned and said, "It stands to reason that this tomb should not be built like this......

"Third uncle, what do you see?" Listening to Zhao San's words, Lai Zi in front of him asked with a smile.

Zhao San put down the cigarette pouch rod in his mouth, glanced at Laizi and said, "Mausoleum, mausoleum, in fact, does not refer to just one thing. ”

"How?" Laizi looked like he was humbly asking for advice.

"In the slave era before the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, most of them had no surface buildings, that is to say, there were no mausoleums, only tombs. After the development of the Qin and Han dynasties, the mausoleum of the surface building was set up into a large-scale city, with moats, city walls, stone carvings, chariots and horses, funeral items, etc., and some related sacrificial activities were also held in the main hall of the mausoleum, which was the upper palace. The tomb under the surface is the lower palace, which is used to place the coffin of the tomb owner. Zhao San explained.

"Hey, old bandit, I didn't expect you to really understand." Facing the boastful Zhao San, the fat man grinned.

"Nonsense, how can I say that the third uncle, I am also a person from the six doors of old Beijing." Zhao San glanced at the fat man, his eyes full of pride.

"What the third uncle said is right." Lai Zi adds: "The characteristics of large tombs in China vary from period to period, but generally there are mausoleums and tombs, and the construction of mausoleums is extremely complex. But this Yuan Mausoleum is very special, when I saw these palaces just now, I had some doubts that there may be underground mausoleums here. ”

Listening to Laizi speak, everyone didn't interject, they were all listening quietly.

"Yuanling, according to the history books, is in the valley of Mobei, and now at the junction of Outer Mongolia, China, and Russia, there are buildings with tombs and no tombs, and it is a secret burial, and no one has found the place where Yuanling was buried." Raiko said.

"However, on the grassland of my country's Yijin Horo Banner, what is going on with Genghis Khan's clothed mound?" Zhang Meng asked.

"To be exact, it's not a mound of clothes, it's a mausoleum." Laizi explained: "Legend has it that the coffin in that mausoleum was not the body of Genghis Khan, but a piece of camel hair stained with his last breath. ”

"Can the mausoleums be separated?" Listening to Lai Zi's explanation, Zhang Meng finally gained some knowledge, nodded hurriedly, and then looked back at the large-scale underground palace in front of him, and for a while a strange thought came to Zhang Meng's heart: "......What do you say?"

Seeing that Zhang Meng seemed to think of something, everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

"Do you say, will Genghis Khan do the opposite and build the mausoleum underground?" Zhang Meng looked back at everyone.

Hearing Zhang Meng's whimsical idea, the fat man wanted to laugh.

However, before he could laugh out loud, he found that Lai Zi and Zhao San's expressions were wrong, and the expressions of the two of them seemed to say that Zhang Meng's whimsy was not impossible.

"If it's really a mausoleum and a dungeon...... the fat man thought about it, he couldn't help but be excited, and he vaguely felt that there should be countless treasures buried underneath.

"But if this is a mausoleum, it is unlikely to be Genghis Khan's secret burial." Zhang Meng said: "After all, Genghis Khan's Mausoleum has been discovered and protected. ”

"What's that?" The fat man pouted and said: "Look at this building of different heights, who else can be qualified except for the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty?" Even if it is not the mausoleum of Genghis Khan, it must be a noble master. ”

"But what we're looking for is ......"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense, it's all here, you have to open the coffin and see." The fat man grabbed Zhang Meng and said a little impatiently: "Let's go, hurry, take a look at it." ”

In the face of some fat people who couldn't wait, everyone had no choice but to follow in.

However, compared to the sea of flowers that I passed before, the magnificent Yongdao in front of me was a dilapidated depression inside, as if no one had come in to worship and clean it for a long time.

There were no traces on the road, only sporadic shaman totems.

Zhang Meng also deliberately looked at it, and after seeing that it was not the totem image in the videotape, he didn't pay too much attention to those totems.

Passing through the wide corridor, the fat man pushed open the door panel of the main hall, and a puff of dust immediately hit his face.

The choked crowd hurriedly covered their mouths.

Zhang Meng hurriedly covered her mouth and planned to continue to look forward, but before Zhang Meng could move, she was stunned by the scene that caught her eyes! Not only Zhang Meng, but other people who raised their heads were also dumbfounded one after another.