"Mainly ......," Laizi said to the fat man, "have you seen any murals or texts since you came in?" ”

"This." The fat man paused, and at the same time looked around: "! It's not like a tomb, where can I find a mural? Even if there were, it would have been corroded by groundwater. ”

"That's what I said."

"Also, did you find out?" Hearing Laizi's questioning, Zhang Meng pointed to the waterway under his feet.

"Found what?" The fat man asked.

"The water seems to be getting deeper and deeper." Zhang Meng said suspiciously.

"Really."

"This place can't be a water hole, right?" The fat man squatted down and said.

"The of the." Zhao San knocked the back of the fat man's head: "You little fat man don't take a closer look, whose water hole is buried here?" This gap is too narrow, there is no extra space at all, and I don't think this is a tomb at all. ”

As everyone went deeper and deeper, there were fewer and fewer clues about Genghis Khan's secret burial, and almost nothing was found except for the horse maid he picked up just now. But for them, the water here is also getting stranger and stranger, the water is not high on both sides, but it is deep in the middle.

Laizi reminded everyone to follow the team and don't fall into it lightly.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, this stone lock waterway was separated from everyone.

Everyone found an upward path next to the stone lock waterway, and as for the stone lock waterway, they continued to go deeper into the gap, and no one knew where the stone lock waterway would end up.

The more they walked, the more they felt like they were on a geological expedition, and there was not a trace of the tomb at all.

The fat man followed behind everyone, bored, and his stomach was growling, but seeing Zhao San next to him, the fat man was embarrassed to speak.

"Fatty, fat."

"Huh?" Hearing Zhang Meng and Lai Zi, who were walking in the front, greeting themselves, the fat man hurriedly said: "What's the hurry, what is the urgency, what is the urging, here, here!" ”

"Hurry up, we've found something on the wall, it looks like a mural." finally saw a trace of clues, and Zhang Meng immediately came to his senses.

Hearing Zhang Meng say that there were murals on the wall, the fat man's eyes immediately lit up, and he quickly squeezed away from everyone, and said while squeezing: "Let me go, let the fat man let me see what is painted on it......"

"The costumes look like they belong to the Yuan Dynasty." Although Lai Zi is not proficient in inscriptions, he can still see some of the painting style of these murals in front of him, as well as the clothes and costumes of the characters inside.

After all, the murals in the tombs of all dynasties require the painter to truly restore the scene of that era.

"yes, yes." The fat man looked at the mural and nodded and said, "That's right, that's right." ”

Everyone didn't dare to fall behind, and they all followed the fat man forward. At this time, everyone had already loosened the ropes on their bodies and began to move freely.

However, Lady Na didn't seem to believe the fat man's conclusion, and asked rhetorically, "Are you so sure?" ”

"Damn!" The fat man's eyes widened: "The fat man's eyesight, do you still need to question it?" ”

Hearing the fat man's unkind tone, Lady Na smiled disdainfully: "We have also cooperated several times, which time have you not been on a business trip?" ”

"What do you mean?" The fat man turned his head angrily: "Find fault, don't you?" ”

"No, no." Xiao Lou hurriedly started a round next to him: "Brother Fatty, Sister Lady Na didn't mean that." ”

"That's not what she meant, what did she mean?" The fat man scolded.

"It's really that there are so few Yuan Dynasty cultural relics unearthed in our country that even professional archaeologists can't tell at a glance whether something is from that period." Xiao Lou pointed to the murals and said, "And these murals have no obvious features, they are all some scenic figures, landscapes and pavilions, and this kind of murals is even more difficult to identify......

"A few old men who talk on paper can be compared with a fat man with real guns?" The fat man proudly showed off: "Many archaeologists distinguish by the costumes of the characters on the murals, but who am I, fat man?" I've robbed more tombs than they've ever eaten! Besides, I judged it directly from the style of painting. ”

"I know that the fat brother is powerful." Xiao Lou hurriedly complimented a few fat people.

The fat man also smiled triumphantly: "Let me tell you, in fact, this is very simple. ”

"Huh?" Seeing that the fat man was not talking nonsense, there was a trick in it, and everyone's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and the expression of looking at the fat man was a little more strict.

"Remember the desert castle we passed by earlier?" The fat man asked.

"Nonsense, I was almost bitten to death by those ants." Zhang Meng said: "I get goosebumps all over my body at the mention of this. ”

"If you don't mention it, you can't do it!" The fat man explained: "If it weren't for those sculptures on the castle, I wouldn't be so sure that the murals here are from that era." ”

"What?" Hearing the fat man say this, Lai Zi also came to his senses, hurriedly came over, pointed to the mural in front of him, and asked, "You said that the mural on the wall is the same as the sculpture in the castle?" ”

"Well, the style is extremely similar." The fat man nodded, and said with a hippie smile: "Actually, with my little historical information, I can't see anything at all, if I hadn't seen the same sculpture in the deserted city before, I wouldn't dare to draw conclusions." ”

Seeing that the fat man told everyone the truth, the stone hanging in everyone's hearts also fell.

Laizi on the side also nodded again and again and said: "Speaking of which, the people on the mural are really wearing the costumes of Mongolian nobles. You see. ”

After speaking, Lai Zi pointed to the wall: "This man is on the left, wearing a blue robe on the right side, and a bowler-style hat with a red silk tied on the top of the hat. The hostess is on the right, dressed in a purple robe on the left, both in terms of physiognomy and clothes, which conform to the Mongolian style. ”

"If the mural is really a Mongol, then it is much more likely that this is the tomb of Genghis Khan." Zhang Meng nodded again and again.

Zhao San also smoked a dry cigarette and kept nodding: "Okay, it seems that there is really no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!" ”

However, just when everyone felt relieved, and the week-long search was finally about to usher in the answer, they found that the fat man's face turned from red to black, and his expression became more and more strict.

It was rare for a fat man to have such a stern expression, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Fatty?" Zhao San pushed the fat man and quipped: "I said little fat man, you won't be overjoyed, right?" ”

Surprisingly, the fat man didn't answer Zhao San, just kept staring at the mural in front of him, and kept muttering to himself in his mouth: "No, this place is not right, but what is wrong?" ”