"Click......"

A sound like cracks in glass came from the foot of me and the altar. My heart sank, and I hurriedly squatted down to remove the dust under my feet to see that the originally integrated glass floor was now full of cracks, as if it would shatter at any time. At this moment, the altar and I are like standing on a skyscraper with hundreds of floors, and the only thing under our feet is a piece of glass that is difficult to bear.

"Don't move!" Glasses stood on the stone platform and shouted.

"Don't move, of course don't move, even if the king of heaven asks me to move, I don't dare to move!" The jar stood motionless with its neck straight, as if it would fall off even if it moved.

Cold sweat ran down my cheeks and that of the jar. There's an oil pool down there,

I can't move, I can't move, but even if I don't move, the cracks on the glass under my feet are still increasing. It's not good to fight him horizontally or vertically, so I slowly lifted my feet......

With a "boom", the glazed floor of the entire tomb was shattered, and the jar and I fell into the oil pool.

Caught off guard, a mouthful of cold oil poured into his mouth, greasy and greasy paste in his throat, and an inexplicable nausea immediately came up. I struggled desperately to get afloat. But this oil is completely different from water, it is very viscous, and it is very laborious to swim in it. I just felt like there were countless threads wrapped around my body, and they kept holding me back from ascending.

It shouldn't have been a long time, maybe only a few tens of seconds, but it seemed like a century to me. I felt my hand finally rush out of the oil and touch the air, but then a force pushed me down again. Although I couldn't see, my heart was like a mirror, and it must have been the jar that he had pressed me down so that I could float up when he was fluttering.

I couldn't hold it anymore, I had to open my mouth wide, a series of bubbles rushed out of my mouth, slowly rising, and several mouthfuls of greasy oil poured into my mouth and nose one after another, at this moment I felt as if my chest was about to explode, death has never been so close to me. When death was on the verge of death, my heart was at peace, and I suddenly remembered that when I had just entered the tomb, I had felt something indescribable, and it was a breath, a breath from death......

Suddenly, a hand gripped my wrist tightly, and I felt my body pull upwards and was quickly dragged out of the pool. It turned out that the glasses threw the rope to the altar, and the altar grabbed the rope with one hand and grabbed my hand with the other, and in this way rescued me. I was lying on the ground and vomiting oil, not to mention how uncomfortable it felt.

"Poor ghost, you really have to thank me this time, if I hadn't tried my best to pull you up, you would really be a ghost." The jar was panting and told me.

"Ahem, thank you?" I glared sideways at the altar, "Your uncle, if you hadn't pressed me down, I would have come up a long time ago, and I would have gone around the ghost gate like this before coming back?" ”

"You've really come back from a spin around the Ghost Gate!" Glasses chimed in, "Look what's in that oil?" ”

The altar and I stared wide-eyed at the oily surface, where a few rotten wooden crossbow bolts floated on top of the oil, and a loop of yarn and cotton was tied to the tip of the arrow.

"What is this?" I was a little confused with the altar.

"These bolts were shot by you after you fell into the oil." Glasses tell us.

The altar was a little disdainful: "Just two arrows, they didn't even penetrate the oil surface, and they still want to shoot us?" Look, what's on this arrow? How can you kill people with these things? The owner of this tomb is really funny. ”

I glanced at the jar: "It's really a low IQ, and I didn't get a doctor!" Do you think the arrow was used to kill people? This is used to start a fire! ”

"Ignition?" The altar also understood, "Damn, it's really vicious!" Once this oil pool is ignited, the whole burial chamber will have to be turned into a roasted pig! ”

"If it weren't for the fact that the ignition device had failed over the centuries, I'm afraid we would all have died in the fire today," he said. ”

"I think we need to get out of here as soon as possible, it's very wicked!" I said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "As you can see, something happens every time one of these four stone lamps goes out. Now only two have been extinguished, and there are still two left, which means that there will be two more things to come. ”

"But how?" Glasses asked.

At this moment, the three of us are standing on the stone platform, surrounded by oil pools more than ten meters wide. If you want to get out of here, you have to go through this seemingly bottomless oil. Just when I felt at a loss, the jar came up with the gold box in his hand: "No matter what, I will definitely take this box with me." We almost took our lives this time, so we can't go back empty-handed, right? ”

"You ......" glasses are speechless.

"When is this happening, you are still thinking about this, it is important to save your life!" I said, "Besides, we don't know if the extinguishing of these stone lamps has something to do with this box, so you should put it back quickly." ”

The jar hid the gold box behind him: "No, this gold box is a treasure at first glance, as long as we take it out, even if it is handed over to the state, we can exchange it for some bonuses, and it can be regarded as a contribution to the archaeological cause of our country, don't you say, glasses?" ”

Hearing what the altar said, the glasses were also tempted: "If it doesn't work, let the altar take it!" Let's find an outlet now. ”

Now that our authoritative archaeologists have said so, I can't say anything more. Take it with you, in fact, I don't quite believe that the extinguishing of the two stone lamps is related to this gold box. Even if it is related, it has already been moved anyway, and time cannot be reclocked, so now it can only be resigned.

"Look at the oil pool!" The altar suddenly shouted.

I hurried with my glasses to look at it, and saw several whirlpools rising in the huge circular oil pool, as if there were several holes leaking at the bottom of the oil pool, and the oil was flowing out of these holes.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!" I counted eight whirlpools, and although it was difficult to pinpoint the direction of the hole underground, I knew that the hole was facing east, south, west, north, southeast, northwest, southeast, southwest, and northwest. If there is no pattern to these sudden holes, I am relieved. But it was obviously deliberate in front of him, and it seemed that something would happen again soon. There was another dark cloud in my heart.

Now I regret a little, regret that I didn't seriously read the "Qingyi Miscellaneous Records" left by my grandfather. Originally, I just liked to read some legends or wonderful experiences recorded in books, and read them as stories, and I didn't pay special attention to those ways to identify and solve them. The Tiangang Beidou Corpse Fixing Method and the Seven Star Corpse Raising Technique are also recorded in the story experienced by a grandfather, so I will leave an impression.