I was so frightened by this scene that I almost fainted, and my feet were slippery and I fell straight into the cracked cliff.

The fat man turned around and shouted, and I don't remember anything about the rest, except that when I woke up, I found myself hanging by the collar by the edge of the rock formation.

The top of the cliff is more than ten meters high, and it is especially difficult to climb the steep cliff with bare hands.

"Brother, don't move, I'm here to save you, fat man."

The voice of the fat man came from a distance, and I looked up to find the female corpse lying on his back at the moment, with her back to us and her face out of sight.

I was so frightened by this scene that I didn't even dare to wear the atmosphere, and kept gesturing at him.

He was stunned at first, then suddenly guessed my hint, and his face instantly turned pale and bloodless.

The darkness beneath our feet is almost hopeless, and it seems that this female ghost is sincerely haunting us.

I thought to myself that it was because of the two funeral goods we had taken, and then I shouted at the fat man.

"Lose that hairpin quickly, it's important to save your life."

The fat man also understood my intentions, but it was so difficult to find these two treasures in this doubtful grave, if I really lost them, this trip would be lost.

I gritted my teeth and took out the string of orbs in my pocket, threw it down at the abyss under my feet, and roared angrily.

"Don't be stupid, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood."

The fat man pulled out the hairpin from his arms as if in great pain, and then threw it hard at his feet.

In the next second, the female corpse on his back really disappeared, leaving only the two people guarding the steep cliff in shock.

I was pulled back into the crack by the fat man with a rope, and I sat on the ground with my butt and remembered the scene just now, as if I was about to be scared away.

"Brother, thanks to you this time, otherwise with Lao Tzu's character, he would not have let go of the underworld, and the final result can be imagined."

The fat man trembled and took out two cigarettes from his arms, frightened, and his trembling hands were like Parkinson's patients.

It seems that it is the first time he has encountered such a strange thing in the grave.

I softly declined the cigarette the fat man handed me, signaling that I had miraculously recovered from a terminal illness and had never touched it again.

"Speaking of which, it's a fucking miracle that your cancer is."

After a short break, the fat man and I continued to walk through the cracked underground tunnel, until a huge and terrifying crack suddenly appeared in the stone wall in front of us.

This scene couldn't help but startle me and the fat man.

The gap in front of me seems to have been caused by the earthquake that has just been chiming, and the traces of artificial excavation can be faintly seen when you look at it with a flashlight.

I thought that this journey to the mountain and the grave was coming to an end, but now it seems that there is a hole in it.

The strong light of the flashlight shines into it, but it is like sucking a cow into the sea, and it disappears in an instant, until I hear the sound of dripping water ringing in my ears, I feel a little relieved, and there must be an exit if there is a flow of water.

The slippery crevices were covered with moss, and a careless person would fall on the sharp rocks and knock his head and break the blood.

At the end, you can faintly see a wide man-made tunnel, and some strange symbols carved into the walls are invisible.

The fat man flew over with one foot and waved at me until he was sure there was nothing nearby.

The depiction of these symbols seems to have a long history, and at first glance it looks very much like the era of ancient oracle bone inscriptions.

The fat man and I stayed for a while, until we couldn't understand it at all, and then we continued to explore, the slope of the ground faintly trending downward.

The water droplets on the top of the head kept dripping onto the clothes, and the damp yin qi was sticky and very uncomfortable.

"Shh

It was only then that I suddenly saw a figure in the darkness in the distance, looking like a short, middle-aged man.

It's just that the head looks surprisingly weird, the ears are almost the size of a palm on the shoulders, and the head and body are also out of proportion.

I took the fire hammer handed by the fat man and compacted the ** inside, and cautiously approached it step by step.

Until the light of his flashlight flashed in front of him, he subconsciously couldn't help but let out an angry roar.

"What the fuck is this?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the fat man hurriedly rushed with a folding pickaxe, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was completely stunned.

"This seems to be the Sanxingdui bronze figure in the museum, when I was young, I and my friends put the urinal into their heads to imitate."

My voice made the fat man speechless for a moment, but playing with my friends in the quiet deep courtyard when I was a child should be the happiest time of my life.

"What do you see me doing, you haven't done a few stupid things when you were a kid?"

"No, no, I was fat when I was a child, and I can't fit my head in."

I thought that all this would be a short-lived mystery, but I gradually forgot it in my heart with the journey to the mountains.

But he never thought that next, the fat man actually found a big tripod from a dark corner.

The bronze-colored tripod is simple and unpretentious, and it is covered with small and exquisite patterns, and there are bursts of chirping sound in the tripod when it is gently patted.

The fat man subconsciously put his hand into the hollow pattern and touched it towards the bottom of the ding, but he didn't expect that this time he really found the baby.

It was a well-preserved bamboo slip, wrapped in three layers of cowhide inside and out to withstand the corrosion of time and dampness.

"The digging and casting of doubtful graves in the mountains is really because Yanfu suffered this catastrophe and had to do it."

"Today's younger generations cast this tripod, I hope that the ancestors will calm their grievances, and do not shake the fairy bell to cause disasters and man-made disasters, and the disciple Huang Tianba sincerely kowtows."

I looked at the words on the bamboo slips, and I had already guessed most of them, and it seemed that the bronze ancient clock when I came here looked really strange.

The fat man asked me what I guessed with some doubts, and I didn't reserve it, and 1510 shared the guess in my heart.

Since the bronze bell of the mountain was dug out by Yanfu, it has been doomed one after another, and hundreds of people have died in Nanjun without disease in three years.

Yanfu thought that after digging the mountain, he encountered something that should not be touched, so he buried the maid alive in the suspicious grave as a sacrifice to calm his anger.

I couldn't help but have a dry mouth, couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and then speculated: "This Huang Tianba should be the master who travels all over the world, and this bad idea is also from him." ”

As for the bronzes excavated in Panshan that seem to have some kind of ability to tamper with luck, this is a bit too far-fetched.

The fat man was silent, and after a short moment raised his head and asked.

"So, in the end, Yan Nu didn't die?"

I said that I just remembered that the inscription on the coffin said that Yan Nu died after her death, so it should have been beheaded by the ancients after being exposed.

A gust of wind swept through the door of the unknown deep darkness in front of him, and he really couldn't speculate about the bronze bell.

Since ancient times, there has never been such a huge bronze sacrificial vessel, and if it were to be moved, it would be enough to shock the entire archaeological community.