I nodded solemnly, and moved forward a little bit with my hand on the wall, about a hundred and twenty steps, and rough murals appeared on the walls on both sides of the front.

Qin Lan took out his pen and paper again, and swiped and recorded it at an unbelievable speed.

There is not a single sentence on the mural, just rough lines like knives and axes, depicting war scenes one after another.

I asked, "What's the picture on this?" ”

Qin Lan, who was recording rapidly, frowned and scolded, "Be quiet!" He ignored me and started recording again.

The mural gallery, forty-nine steps long, seemed to depict a battle scene, but I couldn't make sense of it.

The last mural is a scene of a handsome man alone, surrounded by a group of soldiers, fighting alone.

And at the end of the mural, the words 'Hu Zhongyuan' are written.

After browsing the last mural, Qin Lan closed his eyes, rubbed his sore temples and said, "These murals are of immeasurable value, and the events recorded in them can just make up for the gap in history." ”

"By the way, what did you just ask me about?"

I repeated, "This mural seems to be about Hu Zhongyuan, who is he?" ”

Qin Lan swallowed a mouthful of water to moisten his throat, and said slowly, "Hu Shen, the word Zhongyuan, is a native of Longquan, Chuzhou, and a famous general in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty. ”

"These murals are the tragic scenes of Hu Shen and Fujian Chen Youding's bloody battle, and then being attacked from front to back, and dying in battle when breaking through."

"What is buried here is probably the corpse of the general Hu Shen."

I didn't understand what Qin Lan said, so I had to avoid complexity and ask, "This person named Hu Shen has killed many people?" ”

"Yes."

Through Qin Lan's description, I can confirm my previous judgment more and more.

The white tiger hugging the hill, the place of killing, the mural extends the battle exploits of the fierce generals, and what is sealed in it must be the corpse of the enemy prisoner who was slaughtered.

Directly west of the White Tiger Hill is the Great Commander Mountain that we have been to.

The white tiger hugs the hill as a seal, and the Great Commander Mountain is guarded by Yin soldiers, so that the prisoners of war who will be killed can be sealed here forever, and they will never be able to live forever.

Further on, it should be the place where the bones are buried.

I said in a solemn voice, "There is a place of extreme yin ahead, or there may be ghosts and ghosts, you can choose to wait in place." ”

"No, I'm going with you too!" Qin Lan said stubbornly, "The historical value of this cave is immeasurable, I must not let go of a corner!" ”

I warned, "You can go, but you have to promise, no matter what happens, don't panic, don't shout, do everything I tell you to do!" ”

"No problem!"

Qin Lan agreed very happily, but I was not at ease. To be on the safe side, I gently put my arm around her shoulders as I walked forward.

Qin Lanqiao's face flushed slightly, "I didn't expect you to be quite caring." ”

Intimate? I think Qin Lan probably misunderstood something.

The reason why I put my arms around her shoulders was to grab her throat in time to quickly subdue her when she saw the ghost screaming and running away.

……

As I walked forward, I felt more and more an eerie aura that spread from the soles of my feet upwards, making people feel chills in my skin and bones.

Qin Lan shrank in my arms, Rou Yi was still pinching my arm, her pretty face was tense, and she looked like she was facing a great enemy.

At the end of the tunnel, the vision suddenly opens up!

The moment I stepped in, the four walls of the giant stone cave lit up with green and shining light one after another, and the light was connected together, and the scene was magnificent.

The cave is a dome of the sky, about 500 steps in diameter, and the walls are carved smooth and covered with a layer of fine grease.

In the center, there is a five-color mound 100 meters wide, on which is a ghost-headed knife with more than two strokes long.

Directly above the ghost head sword, there is a thick chain hanging a golden seal, the size of the seal is enough for two people to embrace, the top is a hideous dragon head, and the golden carving of eight big characters directly below - by the order of the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity

Qin Lan fanned his nose, "What a strange smell." ”

I hurriedly tore off my sleeve and covered the end of my nose for Qin Lan, while blocking my mouth and nose.

"It's corpse oil, don't suck it in!"

Qin Lan was puzzled, "This is the road of the late Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, even if there is really corpse oil, it should be evaporated and dried up, how can it be ignited?" ”

I pointed to the tiny recess in the wall and said, "Look closely. ”

"It's like there's oil in there, what's it?"

I twisted some five-colored soil, sniffed it lightly on the tip of my nose, and then said, "Under the five-colored soil, there must be thousands of corpses piled up, so that the soil is a little oily. ”

"Before we came in, the whole cave was airtight, and the stones didn't seep water, so the grease evaporated onto the roof by geothermal heat."

"The corpse oil flowed down the grooves of the roof into the lamps hewn out of the walls, and we entered the door to bring in the sound of the wind, so that the lamps were lit."

"And the corpse oil is slightly toxic, try not to inhale."

Qin Lanqiao's face was slightly pale, and he muttered, "The person who designed this tomb is really perverted." ”

The structure of the stone cave seems to be treacherous, but in fact, it hides the wisdom of feng shui.

The broadsword inserted in the five-colored soil, which I have seen in the mural, is the war knife used by the general Hu Shen, in which the evil qi can suppress the undead.

The giant jade seal on the top of the head confirms the conjecture that the white tiger hugs the hill and the gold helps the tiger.

The five-colored soil can also calm the yin, and the corpse oil that seeps out is re-inhaled by the five-colored soil after going through a cycle in the closed stone room.

When we entered, the faint vitality we brought to the cave was also consumed by the burning of corpse oil.

All the structures in the cave are only for one thing - to suppress the captive undead!

While I was observing the feng shui here, Qin Lan was also busy.

She didn't dare to touch the big knife inserted in the huge grave, so she could only stretch her neck away and look at it, holding a small notebook and recording it.

Suddenly, the five-colored earth trembled lightly, and a giant skeletal hand stretched out from it!

This made Qin Lan, who was staring at the five-colored soil intently, so frightened that his face was like cutting two slices of bread, and he opened his mouth subconsciously......

I hurried Qin Lan's mouth, finally stopped her screaming, and made a boo gesture.

Qin Lan's beautiful eyes were red, and she choked and nodded.

I let go of her hand and stared intently at the creature crawling out of the grave.

The three-meter-long, white-covered skeleton crawled out of the five-colored soil. In just a few breaths, Yin Qi wrapped around its body, giving birth to pitch-black hair, scarlet faces, and fangs glowing with cold light.

Qin Lan's lips opened slightly, and he muttered incredulously, "This...... What is this? ”

I said, "This is the god of the mountains, the mandrill." ”

"No wonder, it looks very similar to the little mandrill who wore a mask before."

Qin Lan suddenly realized, and immediately took out a small notebook in a trembling manner, even if he was so frightened, he tried his best to draw a portrait of the mandrill.

After the mandrill climbed out of the five-colored soil, he beat his chest and roared to the sky, and his dark blue eyes stared at me.

After finishing the painting, Qin Lan tugged at the corner of my clothes and whispered, "Let's run." ”

I ignored Qin Lan, but walked towards the old mandrill by myself.

Qin Lan was so frightened that his face turned pale, "What are you doing, come back quickly!" ”

I said calmly, "The mandrill is the god who guards this mountain, and if you are not interested in the piece of gold above your head, and if you have no greed in your heart, it will not do anything to you." ”

Seeing that the mandrill was just standing in place, staring straight at me, Qin Lan also cautiously stepped forward, "This big guy, really doesn't hurt anyone?" ”

"You'll find out if you try it."

Probably because women are born with a good impression of things with fluff, Qin Lan actually had the courage to touch the mandrill's legs.

Roar –

The mandrill bared its teeth at her and roared, and the stench of the fish made her clothes rattle.

Qin Lan was so frightened that he sat on the ground, looking dazed, and even forgot to shout.

I ignored her and asked the mandrill, "Who told you to guard here?" ”

Hearing my question, the mandrill's violent and confused eyes regained a little clarity, "Yes...... It's you. ”

"You're here, aren't you...... Can you send me away? ”

The longevity of the mountain mandrill yang is exhausted, and the yin qi supports the operation of the body, and the soul bound in the yin body is weakened, and the spiritual intelligence is declining, and it is impossible to express it clearly.

God has divine sense, and those who are clear to the heart of the Tao can transmit messages with their minds.

I stood on tiptoe and pressed my palm to the mandrill's chest to read its memories......

I don't know what year and month, in the same cave, the mandrill, which was only the size of a child of seven or eight years old, squatted on the huge gold seal, grinning at the group of people below.

The group of people below were wearing Miao Jiang costumes, staring at the gold guarded by the mandrill with greedy eyes.