The fat man also exclaimed at this time, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is still a relatively well-known novel in the mainland, and even the fat man has recognized it, not to mention Chen Cripple and Zhang Meng, who are now shocked by the bronze painting.

"Emperor Liang Shou Zhaolie knelt nine times and knocked eight times, although he had a plan to dominate the industry, he had to bow down to Uncle Liuhuang, Qi!"

On a copper plate, this sentence was recorded in official script, Zhang Meng studied these words very well, and these words were naturally seen at once.

"Sure enough, here is the copper plate that records Zhuge Liang's life deeds, and this is indeed Zhuge Liang's tomb!" Zhang Meng said in surprise, it is one thing to look at those deeds from the book, but it is another thing to look at the records in the tomb face to face.

"Damn, this is really Zhuge Liang's tomb, and the yellow skin can't be Zhuge Liang's real body, right? His mother's Zhuge Liang is actually a yellow-skinned ......" The fat man's eyes widened.

Zhang Meng was shocked, he was also very curious at this time, the truth wouldn't be as the fat man said, right?

Zhang Meng and Chen Cripple hurriedly walked a few steps forward and came to a copper plate again.

"A fire, burn out my hegemony to begin!"

"This ...... It seems to be a fire burning Bowangpo. Zhang Meng stared at the painting, on which countless people were running around with a raging fire, only a person in the middle, as if vague, was holding a feather fan there.

"A great cause through the ages? What I can do with one hand. ”

"Damn, this Zhuge Liang is so domineering!" The fat man listened to Zhang Meng's translation with some dumbfounded.

"This ...... Why is this gone? In the last sentence, a few words are written as if they are wild grass, even Zhang Meng can feel the domineering atmosphere contained in it.

Several people stood together, all looking at the murals with some dumbfoundedness, and the depictions of these murals were simply intriguing. If these copper plates can be taken out, I don't know how much of a sensation it will cause, if you really want to take them out, those Picasso van Gogh or something, it is simply not enough to stuff your teeth.

"There's another piece here, what kind of ghost rune is drawn on it, you can come and take a look?" Lu Yuanwai asked with some surprise.

Zhang Meng looked in the direction that Lu Yuanwai was pointing, but found that the place Lu Yuanwai was pointing to was a stone wall, on which there were two huge words, those words were crooked, Zhang Meng looked carefully for a while, and his heart suddenly moved: "Aren't these the stroke structure of the text?" ”

"Fatty, can you see what that thing says?" Zhang Meng shouted.

"Why the fuck is this so complicated?" The fat man looked at the two words and made a gesture on them.

Unlike other genres, each type of funeral script has a specific combination lock to decipher the structure of these words, and without a combination lock, it is difficult to guess what the person who wrote these inscriptions had, let alone translated.

Although the fat man's father dug out the "Western Zhou Ancient Jane", the fat man still has a copy of the "Dictionary of the Dead" in his hand, and his understanding of the Dead text can be said to be second to none in China.

But at this time, he also felt a headache, he gestured in his hand for a long time, and then said hesitantly:

"This font is the exact opposite of a text I came across before, and it may be the antonym of that text, but I'm not sure if it's right?" The fat man scratched his head and said with some hesitation.

"What text?"

Zhang Meng and Chen Cripple asked in unison.

"Victory, that's probably a loss, but I'm not sure." The fat man shouted.

Zhang Meng was just about to speak, when he heard a sharp sound like an owl crying behind him, and a long shadow stretched from the depths and imprinted directly in front of Zhang Meng and them!

Looking at the huge weasel head, Zhang Meng's body was cold.

The brute came out!

"Run!"

Chen Cripple shouted loudly, Zhang Meng and Zhao San were set up with him, and just wanted to find the fat man, but saw that the fat man had already run more than a dozen steps away.

"Damn, this slut ......"

Zhang Meng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and ran wildly with Chen Cripple, and the long shadow behind him also kept following, perhaps because of the narrow tomb passage, the weasel speed was not fast. Otherwise, if they were to be chased, Zhang Meng couldn't imagine how they would compete with this giant yellow skin.

After more than 20 minutes of running, Zhang Meng finally felt that he was numb, and he could no longer hear anything in his ears, only his violent gasps.

Fortunately, the huge shadow that had been following them all the time disappeared at some point.

"Uncle Cripple, I can't do it, Hugh...... Take a break. ”

Zhang Meng put Zhao San down, lying on the ground and greedily sucking the air, his whole person was like dying, if it wasn't for the desire to survive all the time pressed on his chest, I'm afraid he would have fallen long ago. Chen Cripple also collapsed to the ground tired, but his body was obviously much better than Zhang Meng, and he was not as dead as Zhang Meng at this time.

After resting for a long time, Zhang Meng finally took a breath. He took a look, and now there is only Lu Yuanwai here, as well as a big man in camouflage under him, plus himself, Zhao San, and Chen Cripple, a total of five people, the fat slut didn't know where he ran away just now, and now he can't even see a ghost.

Zhang Meng only had the time to look around at this moment, and he realized at this time that they had been walking along the tomb road, but they didn't know when they came to the front of a canyon, with huge mountains and rivers on both sides, and they were under the mountains.

He felt that his head was a little overwhelmed, how exactly did this project work? The fact that they were able to come here means that this tomb has dug a whole mountain before, which is why this trail allows them to come to the bottom of this canyon......

The surrounding environment is a little dead and silent, Zhang Meng can't help but be a little frightened, it's too quiet here, right? At this time, at least there were a few bursts of cicada chirping, but the animals in this canyon seemed to be dead, and the whole space was a pool of stagnant water.

A faint, barely visible shadow suddenly swept past Zhang Meng, startling Zhang Meng, who was staring at the place just now, so he couldn't be mistaken.

"Ah Meng, be careful!" Chen Cripple didn't know when he came to Zhang Meng's side, he pointed to a long shadow on the ground and made a silent gesture.

Zhang Meng held his breath, and also stuck behind a tuft of grass, and when the shadow was very close, Chen Cripple suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the dagger stabbed at the shadow.

"Oh, don't hit me!"

The fat man roared in horror, and when Chen lame heard the fat man's voice, his face also changed, and he forcibly twisted his body, so as to avoid the fat man's fat body.

However, the fat man also bumped into Chen's cripple, and the whole person suddenly lost his balance.

The fat man smashed his whole body to the ground, letting out a miserable howl like killing a pig.