Chapter 231: Terracotta Warriors

The fat man and I are brothers in life and death, and I know that this kid is willing to come to this troubled water because of the charm of Alano.

But at the critical moment, the two of us are partners worth relying on, and the partners of life and death have already formed an invisible tacit understanding for such a long time.

I got up and climbed up the steps and looked back at him until the quicksand around my waist had receded little by little, and the already exhausted few people had a chance to breathe.

"I said, it was T

d Whoever stepped on the mechanism almost killed Lao Tzu. ”

I know that the fat man's words are of course meant to the little white face of the United States, but he is right, this time he really almost killed us.

Several people shook the fine sand on their bodies, and the fat man at the back of the team was the most embarrassed, his hair and even his eyebrows and nostrils were full of fine sand.

"Okay, fine boy, let the dragon boy break off this time, don't panic if you encounter any danger."

Uncle Nine said that he reached out and wiped the sweat drops on his face with his sleeve, although he was experienced, his physical condition was far inferior to that of his prime, and the sprint just now almost killed him.

After a short rest, a few of us began to look at the dilemma in front of us, and we didn't know why the stairs under our feet were actually extending upwards just now.

The pitch-black corridor behind him was completely covered with yellow sand, but the gusts of wind whistling in his ears proved that there was an exit ahead.

"Actually, there are a lot of rumors about the tomb of Concubine Jin, but according to my dialysis, it is very likely that the Concubine Jin buried here has become an immortal."

Uncle Nine took out the water belt around his waist and poured it a few times, his face gradually recovered, and his unique dialect accent couldn't help but attract several of us.

"Become an immortal?"

I let out a low voice and then said, even Qin Shi Huang has been dead for more than 2,000 years, how can he become an immortal.

"Fine, that's what you don't know."

Uncle Nine licked his lips and swept his gaze towards all of us, and finally landed in the direction where he had just escaped from the tomb and spoke.

"Actually, there is an extremely strange mural hidden in the tomb just now, according to what I knew and heard."

"Although this princess of the dead country is proficient in witchcraft, she is not as powerful as the legend, at least she is not the opponent of the group of monks under Qin Shi Huang."

The mural depicts the scene of Concubine Jin's burial, which should have been sent to the tomb alive.

"There are many kinds of immortals, the body is not rotten, it is recorded in ancient books that even if it is a kind of immortal, the soul of the person in the coffin is not necessarily really dead."

"It's not true death, it's not true, as the Bible says, good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell."

I regained some strength, and at this time I couldn't help but raise my bar and wonder how this old man could get more and more outrageous the more he talked.

Uncle Nine was dumbfounded by me, and just wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he was suddenly shaken by a white light in front of him and couldn't open his eyes.

At the same time, there were still me and the fat man and even the little white face, and the tall figure of the dragon boy flickered in the darkness, which was exposed at this time.

"Dragon Boy, what are you doing?"

"*** is not much, don't use it indiscriminately."

In fact, the *** mentioned by Uncle Nine is not military, but a disposable lighting item that is often necessary for expeditions, and I and the fat man also brought a few of this thing before, but unfortunately they were lost when they went into the pool.

Uncle Nine turned his head to look at Long Zai's somewhat angry mouth, but he didn't expect that the scene in front of him made several of us completely stunned.

"My boy."

This time I couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and I hardly knew what words to use to describe the sight in front of me.

At the end of the steps, the originally dark tomb was completely exposed, and thousands of terracotta warriors and horses made of mud and stone faced us neatly.

Some were holding decaying bows and crossbows, while others were standing on huge bronze carriages, holding sharp swords and crossbows in their hands.

"Hair... Got rich. ”

The fat man's eyes next to me were about to straighten, this is an antique that was really left in the tomb of the Qin Dynasty, and he just took out a mud statue and ate and drank for the rest of his life.

As the blazing white *** on the tomb square gradually extinguished, the scenery around us fell into darkness again, but a few of us seemed to be in the light, and our hearts were full of greedy desire.

"Dragon Boy, hurry... Throw a few more. ”

At this time, Uncle Nine seemed to have lost his mind, and desperately urged Long Zai to take out the *** in his backpack.

Once again, the scorching light pierced the darkness, and this time we all saw it very clearly, exactly like the terracotta warriors and horses unearthed on television.

"Oh my God."

Xiao Baiyan couldn't help but exclaim, and just wanted to take out the camera from his backpack, only to find that most of the equipment for this trip was left on the ship.

After the frustration in my heart, I couldn't help but take a step and run towards the mud gushing.

"Don't move!"

I let out a loud cry, thinking that this guy had gotten into enough trouble, but I don't want to make any mistakes.

The little white face froze in place and just wanted to turn back, but there was a creaking sound under his feet again.

The sound is all too familiar to me, it is the sound of the stone bricks starting and rubbing against the ground.

The *** in the backpack could only maintain its brightness in the air for two or three seconds, and then the silent darkness enveloped it again.

I was going to call everyone to dodge the crossbow trap that was about to fly over, but this time it was a burning oil lampstand that lit up.

In an instant, the air was filled with the smell of saltpeter, and the hundreds of stone lamps standing around the tomb square lit up in an orderly manner.

The flames shone into the sky on Uncle Jiu's face, and even the expression on his old man's face froze at this moment.

Under the light of the fire, those tall terracotta warriors and horses held weapons as if they were about to be resurrected.

"It's spectacular."

The light reflected by the bronze reflects on the walls, as if it speaks of the brilliance of 2,000 years ago.

Just when a few of us were still unsatisfied, Uncle Nine in front of us suddenly showed regret on his face, and this look happened to be captured by me.

"Alas, what a pity."

"Although the terracotta warriors and horses are good things, they are extremely difficult to sell, and you can't find a buyer at all."

"Besides, if you catch this thing, it's a death sentence."

Uncle Nine has been running an antique shop for many years, and although both black and white are involved, some things seem to be an insurmountable chasm.

As long as you make a move, you will be allowed to be targeted, and if you don't make people report it, you will have to save your life.

"That's it, all the good things have been tossed into the hands of foreigners, this time only take the mirror and don't touch the rest, which can be regarded as accumulating some yin virtue."

The fat man and I couldn't help but bow our heads and laugh, thinking that this old guy didn't have the courage to touch it because he didn't dare to make a move, and he didn't know how many antiques he sold to foreigners.

I don't know if Uncle Nine's words have been heard by the American little white face who just got into trouble, and Uncle Nine seems to realize that this sentence is a bit offensive.

Immediately, a smile and the dragon boy greeted the little white face in front of him who was at a loss.

"Hey, it's common to touch the mechanism in the tomb, Mr. Bao don't care, this time it's you and my godson cooperating."

"But since we bumped into a tomb, it's a great fate, if I get the bone mirror first, I will let the dragon boy stay to help you."