"Behold, this kid is obsessed with ghosts."

The fat man lay on the stone bed with a depressed expression, and he didn't know what had made him a little unhappy.

I subconsciously examined the wound on his body, but suddenly found that the original scary wound on his abdomen was actually stitched together by some kind of inexplicable black silk thread.

I asked him what was going on, but the fat man didn't know, it was like someone had sewn it up while he was sleeping, and the more I looked at it, the more I looked at it, the more it looked like a woman's hair.

"It's weird, if someone me with a needle, I don't feel anything at all."

The fat man muttered to himself, until he realized that there was nothing unusual except that the wound was stitched up, and then he gradually relaxed.

It took more than 10 minutes for the little white face and the woman in yellow to return to the stone room, and I wanted to interrogate but realized what the identity of myself and the fat man was, and it was better to have more than one thing and one thing less.

The woman in yellow walked at the back of the line to show us the way, blurred in the dim light.

Only under the improvised torches that the fat man and I held in our hands could we barely see the road ahead.

I thought back to the terrible dream I had just had, and I gradually felt a little bad in my heart.

The scenes that took place in the gossip tomb seemed to be real and illusory, but the mysterious woman with the golden mask was still deeply imprinted in my mind and never dissipated.

I made a slight comparison between her and the woman in yellow who was still a little afraid in front of me, although I couldn't tell the difference in appearance, but I don't know why, I always felt that the two were very similar.

The wound was indeed sewn by the woman in yellow, and she applied a powder similar to anesthetic on the needle, so that the fat man could not feel pain.

In the dim light, Uncle Nine and I groped forward little by little, and the little white face and the dragon boy were responsible for the break.

Although Long Tsai's injuries were serious, at least his life was saved.

This Han boy didn't seem to be too depressed, but couldn't help but stare at the woman in yellow next to him.

This woman is indeed really beautiful, even more beautiful than Xiaoyue, and sometimes even me and the fat man can't help but peek twice.

"How much longer?"

I subconsciously asked the woman in yellow behind me.

I saw her stretch out her arm a little bit, and timidly pointed to an extremely secret door in the dark.

It dawned on me that I hadn't noticed it when I went to explore the path just now.

Pushing open the stone door hard, the whistling cold wind accompanied by the yin wind blew across his cheeks, making his whole body a little uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, just as I was about to enter the stone gate, I suddenly stepped on an unknown object under my feet.

I just felt my body sink slightly, followed by the sound of metal gears rubbing and turning in the dark.

The sound was reminiscent but familiar to me, and the kick must have triggered some mechanism in the tomb.

"Not good, run."

I tried my best to retreat, but suddenly I noticed that the ceiling stone above my head had moved downward little by little, and it seemed that the back road of the entire secret door was about to be sealed.

"To enter or not to enter has become a dilemma in an instant."

If there is a dead end behind the secret door, then everyone else will probably be trapped here.

I thought back to the secret door that the woman in yellow had pointed to just now, and a strange smile seemed to appear on my face.

I don't know if this scene is a fantasy in my heart or a real thing, I always feel like I am being played with in applause.

"Everyone goes in together, and the stones above their heads are about to fall."

At this time, I finally made up my mind to be the first to get into the secret door, and the ninth uncle and the fat man behind me followed closely behind, until I knew that I saw the woman in yellow and the little white face also got in.

Her eyes were a little puzzled, and she didn't seem to know what was going on just now.

I whispered a few words to the fat man, motioning for him to keep an eye on the woman in yellow behind him, and to tie him up with a belt if he behaved unusually.

Although this is a bit unkind, it is compared to the strange events that happened in this ancient tomb and the safety of the team.

This is clearly necessary.

The stone gate behind him completely fell and made a loud noise, which startled everyone in the team and couldn't help but turn around.

By the time I arrived, the road in front of me had become wider and brighter.

The walls around him show the traces of craftsmanship, and even the gaps in the blue bricks under his feet are poured with copper juice to make the whole corridor stronger.

I thought to myself, could it be true that what the woman in yellow said was true, that we were really getting closer and closer to the owner of the tomb, otherwise there would not have been so many exquisite reliefs suddenly appearing on the walls.

The ever-bright lights on both sides of the corridor flashed like ghostly green, and this scene instantly startled me and Little White Face.

I knew to myself that it must have been something that the craftsman had mixed in the oil when casting the tomb, which made the lamp glow so strangely when it burned.

This is not surprising in the inverted bucket, even Wu Laogou's diary has recorded such a thing.

The flickering green light illuminated most of the corners of the ancient tomb, and the ground paved with bronze bricks under his feet became wider and wider.

Until they passed a corner, they were amazed by the magnificent scene in front of them.

Terracotta warriors and horses with different expressions were lined up on both sides, and they were holding sharp bronze Changge, even if they were poured with clay figures, they still exuded a murderous aura that stood tall.

Behind them stood a huge bronze gate, about three meters high and two meters wide.

The empty tomb here is like a miniature version of the city, and people can't help but be in awe.

More than 2,000 years ago, Qin Shi Huang swept through the six kingdoms and became the great king in history, and the terracotta warriors and horses cast in the tomb were magnificent, and the expressions on his face were all angry.

It made everyone feel that they didn't dare to look at each other.

The fat man couldn't help but reach out and touch it, only to find that the armor on their bodies was all covered with traces of swords and axes.

Each piece of armor was made of bronze, and it looked no different from the Qin soldiers who were actually wearing armor.

"How do I feel... These terracotta warriors and horses seem to be alive, but they are sleeping. ”

The fat man couldn't help but whisper, in fact, it's not just him, even Uncle Nine and I have this kind of illusion.

However, the terracotta warriors and horses were made of clay after all, and no matter how powerful the Qin Dynasty was, it eventually returned to dust and disappeared in the long river of years.

I resisted the fear in my heart and walked towards the bronze gate in front of me, and there were blurred black figures standing on the city above me.

It seems to be terracotta warriors too.

I said in my heart that this time I must be approaching Concubine Jin's underworld, otherwise it wouldn't be so magnificent.

Some people in the team began to guess what the image behind the bronze door was, but the little white face looked at the woman in yellow only to see her shaking her head slightly.

Signaling that he hadn't even gone in.