Zhang Meng didn't have the heart to laugh with the fat man at this time, he looked at Zhao San's face and was a little worried, just now they said one thing, if there is really something like a virus, so that these corpses can be brought back to life, then Zhao San is not infected now?

But fortunately, Zhao San's physical state at this time was not abnormal, and Zhang Meng was a little relieved.

"It's okay, these should be some small viruses from ancient times, and there should be no problem after taking antibiotics......"

Zhao San saw Zhang Meng's appearance, and reluctantly smiled and comforted.

Chen Cripple also nodded, but no one believed that this virus, which could turn thousands of corpses into sand people, would be so easy to unravel, Zhang Meng could only secretly pray now that the spread of this virus would not be so rapid.

"Hey, this pattern is a little familiar, it seems to be a wooden coffin tomb in the Han Dynasty!"

The fat man looked excited, as if he saw the burial goods full of tombs in front of him, and he was eager to set off.

"Fatty, have you ever seen this kind of burial pattern?" Zhang Meng asked curiously, the fat man seemed to be very familiar with this pattern.

"The basic structure is the same as that of the pre-Qin wooden coffin tomb, that is, a rectangular space is excavated vertically from the ground downwards as a burial chamber for the coffin. And the location of the coffin must be at the bifurcation of the tomb, and when the time comes, dig it down, wahaha, and we will be rich! ”

The more the fat man spoke, the more excited he became: "Let's go over and have a look!" ”

The pattern of this tomb is a typical Han tomb pattern, which is decent, and the whole tomb presents a thick and solid feeling. Zhang Meng glanced around and found that it was a little empty, and compared with those luxurious marquis tombs, it was still a little economical.

"Why do I have a bad premonition, why don't you see that there are no funeral goods outside here, this can't be a fucking suspicious grave, right?"

The fat man's face was a little bad, he took a flashlight and glanced at it, but unexpectedly found that the tomb seemed to have been ransacked, and there were no funeral goods at all.

"Was it hollowed out by the uncle back then?" Zhang Meng's heart moved, the Zhang family took away a large number of precious treasures from Zhuge Liang's tomb back then, and it is very likely that this is one of them.

"Let's look elsewhere......"

Zhang Meng naturally wouldn't say it stupidly, otherwise the fat man would have to be in a hurry with him.

As soon as Zhang Meng stood up, a huge force came from his back and dragged him back.

"Don't move!"

Chen Cripple shouted loudly, and the voice echoed in the tomb several times before slowly dissipating.

"What's wrong with Uncle Cripple?" Zhang Meng's heart tightened, there won't be any zongzi here.

"There's a trap around here!"

Chen Cripple said coldly, seeing that Zhang Meng was a little confused, he pointed to a huge gap at the top, and the edge of the stone on it was still stained with some silver stains.

"Mercury!"

Zhang Meng condensed in his heart, there is really a mechanism in this door, but I don't know if this mechanism has been touched a long time ago? Otherwise, the trap will set in as soon as they enter the door.

A few people stood still and didn't dare to move a single step, the mechanism was obviously around them, and if they took a wrong step, they would fall into the trap.

Chen Cripple was holding a submachine gun and pointing on the ground, and suddenly, the sound of the submachine gun hitting the ground seemed to be a little strange, as if it was hollowed out below.

Chen Cripple's face was happy: "Here, don't step on here!" ”

"Boom......"

Before Chen Cripple's words fell, suddenly a sound of iron locks stirring came from somewhere, and the ground, which was originally eight or nine square meters, suddenly flicked fiercely, and turned around in place at three hundred and sixty degrees. The flap was only a few steps away from Zhang Meng and them, and the fat man was standing on the edge, and he sat on the ground with his butt blowing from the flap.

A hot air fanned out from the mouth of the hole, and Zhang Meng gave the heat wave a surge, feeling that the whole person's face had been peeled off.

Snort!

There was a violent white smoke emitted from the edge of the flap, and before Zhang Meng could react, he took a small puff and immediately felt dizzy.

"Be careful, it's mercury smoke! Hurry up and go. ”

Chen's face changed greatly, he and Zhang Meng set up Zhao San, and walked quickly to the front.

This kind of mechanism is a more vicious geothermal mercury, the steam after the mercury is heated is highly toxic, and if the mercury is not easy to volatilize under special conditions, and with geothermal heat, this kind of mechanism is simply poisonous to the extreme, and it is basically dead if encountered.

Although Zhang Meng was a little dizzy, he didn't dare to stop at this moment, he held his breath, and his face was red.

This mercury vapor is highly toxic, and if inhaled in excess, it is absolutely certain to die.

What was frightening was that on the ground, Zhang Meng actually saw six or seven corpses with blue faces and distorted faces slumped there. He looked at it tightly, these people were obviously inhaled an overdose of poisonous gas, this tomb was indeed someone who took the lead, but I don't know if these people are uncles.

After walking in a hurry for a while, seeing that there was really no white smoke around, Zhang Meng put Zhao San down and gasped for breath.

Zhang Meng now has a feeling of motion sickness, he squatted down and covered his head, for fear that he would fall to the ground if he didn't pay attention.

The fat man and Chen Cripple's faces were also pale, and they seemed to be very uncomfortable, and the most unbearable was Zhao San, his lips were chapped and his spirit was also a little trance.

Zhang Meng gasped for breath, his heart beating so hard that it seemed to jump out of his chest.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly noticed a cold thing smeared on his nose, and suddenly a pungent smell of wind oil essence was inhaled into his nose.

Zhang Meng was shocked, he felt a little better, he looked back, it turned out that the fat man helped him poke his nose, it is estimated that the fat man's lung capacity is relatively large, and he holds his breath for a long time, so he did not inhale so much poisonous smoke.

found that Zhang Meng's spirit was still a little trance, and the fat man helped Zhang Meng pinch the middle of the person again.

"Tap and you're going to bleed! Your uncle's is a communiqué personal vendetta, isn't it? ”

The fat man was extremely ruthless, as if he was rubbing the mud, and almost sank his nails into Zhang Meng's flesh, Zhang Meng was in pain, and quickly pushed the fat man's claws away.

"Communiqué you uncle, look at your death-threatening appearance! If it weren't for the fat man, you would have gone to Marx now, and you still have the strength to scold the fat man. The fat man said disdainfully.

"Uncle Cripple, is the third uncle okay?"

Zhang Meng saw that Chen Cripple was helping Zhao San pinch people, so he hurried over to help......