I hesitated to tell the story of my bizarre experience with Whiteface after I left the group.

At the moment, although Uncle Nine and the fat man did not ask, their eyes were also faintly curious.

After all, they saw me and Little White Face get involved in the whirlpool at the same time, and they stood here intact.

"Xizai, you don't know how worried I am with Longzai and the fat man, but I always believe that you will be fine."

"You see, I was right."

The ninth uncle in front of him had a kind face, and his eyes were almost narrowed into a slit.

This guy usually looks full of kindness, but when faced with the life and death of his companions, he ignores it and only cares about the immediate interests.

The ugly face has already been seen clearly by me.

I said in my heart that this old guy must be trying to make my words, for fear that he would monopolize the Third World Mirror during the time when I and Little White Face disappeared, so I announced the termination of the mission.

Fortunately, I had an idea and made up a lot of bizarre twists and turns, but I didn't say anything about meeting another fat man and myself.

Maybe the time is not right, I always feel that behind the smile of Uncle Nine in front of me, there is still a sinister side that has not been shown.

At least with his character, he will definitely not be willing to go through this experience for no reason, and he will definitely swear to take away the Third World Mirror behind his back.

The fat man who watched me return safely gradually became active, and from time to time he joked about worshipping the little white face.

Frightened, Xiao Baimian hurriedly shook his head, signaling that this thrilling and unforgettable trip to the Qin Tomb would never want to go through it a second time.

I don't know if the fat man's joy is because he is about to escape from here, or if there are people he wants to see on it.

The dimly lit torch in his hand is a mixture of the extendable grip of a folding pickaxe and clothing, as well as the oil from the lantern in the tomb.

At this time, a faint light burned, and it was held in the hand of the fat man and shook with the yin wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

I didn't know where I was inside the ancient tomb, but I just relied on the bamboo map handed over by Uncle Jiu in my hand.

I can barely guess that we are heading towards the outer edge of the tomb, and if we find the weakest point, we will be able to escape even if we dig a hole.

I look at the fat man's back, and I can always remember the bizarre and tortuous experience not long ago, since now we have returned to the original world.

Then the extra place in the tomb will definitely not exist, I turned my head to look around.

The walls around him are full of traces of artificial excavation, and the road under your feet is getting narrower and narrower, and you don't know how long it will take to come across the so-called outer edge of the ancient tomb.

I don't know where Uncle Nine and the fat man found this bamboo map during the time I left.

Although it is still heavy in the hand, the surface of the bamboo slip has been eroded by the poisonous insects and years in the ancient tomb.

The map we can see is only a small part of the entire tomb, which seems to have been cast when Qin Shi Huang went to the sea to cast this tomb.

The whole island has been hollowed out, and there are a large number of terracotta warriors and horses hidden in it, except for the magnificent tombs half-built according to the caves.

There are also many strange traps and undead poisonous insects set up by those poison magicians.

I comforted myself a little from the bottom of my heart, although I didn't get anything from this trip, and I didn't know if the little white face would be able to continue to fulfill the promise after he came out.

Ever since I was beaten up and fought with the fat man, it seems that my desire for money has become more and more obsessed, and it seems that when I really become a street citizen.

also began to worry about the firewood, rice, oil and salt in life everywhere, plus a Xiaoya who had just been weaned and didn't know how to walk.

Whenever I think of Xiaoya, I can't help but smile, now that she is all in my life, it turns out that the feeling of being a father is so hard and happy.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the fat man who took the lead suddenly shout.

"There is a situation!"

When several people in the team heard this, they immediately clenched the guy in their hands, for fear that they would cause the slightest danger and change due to negligence.

In the dim light, the torch in the fat man's hand flickered and dimmed, making the team's tense nerves dare not relax at all.

"There seem to be a lot of people in front, densely packed and countless..."

This time it was the unspoken dragon boy who walked at the front of the line with the fat man, and the narrow tomb made it impossible for me to see the scene ahead.

Just listening to Long Zai's description, there is a little weirdness in my heart that can't be explained.

Still, I took out the bamboo map from my bosom and looked at it carefully.

It turned out that there was a strange scene on the map that marked what he saw in front of him, and the location of a circle was marked on the lens of the bamboo slip map.

It seemed to indicate that there was a lot of space ahead, and the circle was filled with dense dots, which made me a little puzzled.

The fat man was bold and careful, holding a dim torch in one hand and a dagger across his chest in the other, so that if there was any danger, he could cover the retreat of the team.

"It's... It's like a bronze vessel, a bronze utensil in the shape of a human being."

The fat man carefully looked at the figures standing in the darkness in front of him, as the light of the torch in his hand gradually approached.

An extremely strange face suddenly appeared in front of us, this is a bronze face with the color of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, at first it made the fat man think that he was a living person, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

"It's... This seems to be a bronze used for sacrifice in ancient times, and there are similar small objects in my antique shop. ”

"I remember that the last bronze was sold for 300,000 yuan, but it's a pity that it's too old, and no one dares to accept it at all."

Uncle Nine squinted his eyes and looked at the firelight, and behind this humanoid bronze statue there were rows of bronze statues that exuded an ancient atmosphere identically.

A rough estimate is that there must be at least a hundred.

Although I have seen in the newspapers and on television, there are tombs with such similar antiques, but without exception, they should all be from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Most of these bronzes in front of me are still well preserved, how can they appear in the tomb of the Qin Dynasty.

The faint glow of the torches shrouded the close bronze statues in front of them, and the smiling faces of the statues in front of them were accompanied by dark green bronze lacquer.

It made me and the fat man and the little white face a little uncomfortable, and I always felt that something was not right, but I couldn't say it.

Perhaps the aesthetic views of the ancients were completely different from those of modern people, and each cast bronze figure looked so incongruous.

A pair of eyes are in the shape of willow leaves, the mouth is slightly upturned, and the whole statue is covered with green patina, which is completely strange under the shroud of bright and dark torches.

"This thing is really a bit evil, looking at the age and copper paint should be something from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, how can it appear in the tomb of the Qin Dynasty."

You must know that the Western Merchants have been more than 800 years away from the Qin Dynasty, and it is really unreasonable that such an ancient thing actually appeared in the tomb of the Qin Dynasty.

Uncle Nine squinted his eyes and took out an antique magnifying glass from his arms, so that the magnifying glass in his hand seemed to be old.

"Fine, I feel that these bronze figures are strange, and there are blood stains left on them."

"Why don't we take a detour."

I was a little skeptical of Uncle Nine's words, but I couldn't express them in front of him.

I took the torch handed by the fat man, and subconsciously looked at the bronze statues around me, and sure enough, I found stains of dried blood.