During the reign of King Xiao of Qin, the general Li Bing led his troops to attack the Marquis of Yu.

The king of servants led his people to guard the Hengjiang River.

Li Bing, who had been unable to attack for a long time, used a rocket to ignite the jungle opposite the Hengjiang River, and took advantage of the fire to defeat the servant king in one fell swoop.

Since then, the Marquis has perished.

But is this the country really destroyed?

Apparently not, after looking at the walls and the meaning of the petroglyphs.

I felt the killing spirit that filled the place.

If the outside is blazing, then the place across the door from the outside is murderous!

After a while, I turned my head to the fat man on the side and said, "Fat man, I'm afraid that this place is not really said by you, it's the mausoleum of the servant king, right?" ”

As we all know, in ancient times, only emperors, or princes and nobles, and generals in the tombs of generals, would there be burial tombs or mass graves.

And the murals are only worthy of those who are worthy of status.

Although I'm not a burglar and don't know much about things in ancient tombs, some common sense things are still slightly involved.

When the fat man heard this, he took another sip of liquor, slurped, and said, "Do you need to say that?" ”

"From the first time we stepped here, I observed that the mountains and rivers here are different from other places."

"Even though this is surrounded by mountains and there is only one exit, there must be a large tomb at your feet."

"What did I say, you still don't believe it, do you believe it now?"

The fat man looked at me proudly and handed me the bottle of liquor in his hand.

As soon as I saw that there was only a little left in it, I took a sip and drank it and threw the bottle on the ground.

A hundred years from now, this may be another big mystery in the archaeological world.

I didn't refute the fat man, although I knew that the fat man was bragging, but the environment we were in at this time was too much like an underground mausoleum.

Although we have not yet discovered where the main burial chamber is, if it is a burial pit or a mass grave outside.

The location under our feet can be summarized as a tombway, but it is unknown where it leads.

Of course, this is just my speculation, and I have never been to the tomb personally, after all, I am not a thief, and I am even more ashamed of these inverted fights and stealing cultural relics.

But three hundred and sixty lines, thieves are kings, this is not simply talking!

After the fat man and I made a little news in this place, the flames behind us still did not mean to be extinguished.

But now it was important to find the Corpse King, and then beckoned the fat man to continue walking.

The whole passage is about twenty or thirty meters long.

There are mountains on both sides, and the corpses of soldiers of the pre-Qin Dynasty are all hung on the top of their heads, and there are many red petroglyphs carved on the mountains on both sides.

But at this point, I didn't have to pay attention to it anymore.

At the end of the corridor is an arched doorway that has been carved out by hand.

But there was no stone gate.

Passing through this stone gate, we went around a rock pillar that looked like an optimus dwelling, and we were greeted by a large pit.

In the pit, there are many stone statues carved by people, although they are not exquisite, but they can also distinguish the facial features.

Because of the searchlight, I could only see a few stone statues in front of me.

The fat man offered to go down to see what was going on, and I wanted to stop him, but he had already gone down first.

But soon he climbed up again, and scolded angrily: "Uncle, it's really his grandmother's bad luck, there is a ...... of down there!" ”

Got?

How is this possible?

This is the inside of the mountain, how can there be?

As I spoke, I lowered my head and shone my searchlight on the fat man's feet.

The photo was not taken closely, and it was found that the fat man's feet were sticking to some black, slimy viscous liquid.

"It's not like the corpse fluid on the corpse king......" I whispered.

The fat man was disgusted, stretched out his feet, and rubbed the ground.

While rubbing, he leaned forward on the surrounding mountains.

"Okay fatty, let's do the right thing......"

I shouted to the fat man, and the sound echoed throughout the empty mountain space.

When I walked a few steps to keep up with the fat man's figure, the fat man pointed to the petroglyphs on the wall and said, "Hey, Brother Yan, look at the petroglyphs above, is it very different from the outside, there are ...... traditional characters!" ”

There are petroglyphs on the mountains around here, and I saw it just now, but I didn't pay attention to it.

First, the power of the searchlight is limited, and even if you bring a spare battery, you can't waste useless time here because of some petroglyphs.

Second, I am not a thief, let alone an archaeologist, although I am somewhat interested in these, but the most important thing at this time is to control the corpse king.

But the fat man's words at this time made me have to look up and look at the place indicated by the fat man.

It was only after the searchlights above our heads converged that I could read the detailed text on it.

The former army led the torch to burn more than 1,000 cities, and the flames filled the sky......

Tens of thousands of people went to the fire and fell into the cliff valley......

All palms, the barbarian king will be destroyed".

In just three sentences, instead of traditional Chinese characters, the line is used, which was the common script of the Ming Dynasty.

The line is very close to the current text, so it is regarded as a traditional Chinese character by the fat man.

These three sentences, although in the form of classical Chinese, are below a brief introduction to the entire event.

In the first year of Wanli, King A, the leader of the servants, led the remaining servants to launch an uprising, but was suppressed by the Ming Dynasty government.

The time lasted for several years, and the sword and sword shadow stained every grass canopy and ravine.

But in the end, the servants were defeated, and the rest of the tribe fled in all directions, hiding in caves in various places.

Some servants even changed their surnames to "He" in order to avoid the repression of the current dynasty.

Seeing this, I have already understood the origin of the true servant clan, as well as its rise and fall.

There are also many lifelike petroglyphs underneath these texts, and the colors of the petroglyphs are more vivid and realistic than those outside.

I touched it lightly with my hand, and a rough feeling spread from the top of the mountain to my fingers.

This is a cinnabar pigment!

The profession of the Yin circle is inseparable from one thing, and that is cinnabar.

So I'm very familiar with cinnabar.

The petroglyphs on this mountain are all painted with pigments made of cinnabar materials.

The pattern on it is about 10-20 centimeters in size.

Judging from the rough lines, the detailed depiction is very unique.

For example, in the "Picture of a Soldier Carrying a Flag", the figure is clearly dressed, and the hat worn is a style commonly used during the Ming Dynasty.

In addition, there are also small minions patrolling the mountains, hugging a king carrying a sedan chair, sunbirds, dragons, gongs and drums, etc.

On the other side, there is also a scene of marching and fighting, giving people the feeling that the ancient battlefield is right in front of you.

I glanced at the whole mountain, and when I turned my head, I found that the fat man didn't know when to walk away.

He was standing in front of a stone gate at this time, leaning forward with one hand and clubbing the peachwood mace on the ground, using it as a crutch, and holding the stone door with the other hand, staring carefully at the stone gate.

I shouted at the fat man, but the fat man didn't move as if he hadn't heard.

When I saw this, my heart tightened, and I thought to myself, something will happen to this fat man, right?

But when I stepped forward and was about to pat him on the shoulder, the fat man didn't twist his head

Then he said directly: "Brother Yang, do you see the two of us painted on this?" ”