Although he caught a glimpse of Jia Fatzi's private actions, Mu Zifeng did not immediately expose him, but remained silent, and walked towards Ayi's mother and son with a happy expression like everyone else.

Because Mu Zifeng knew that if it wasn't for Jia Fatzi who saved himself at a critical moment just now, he would have been a corpse.

Although Jia Fatzi is greedy for money, he has never forgotten his brotherhood, isn't it just a golden box, just open one eye and close one eye, even if it is given to Jia Fatzi

After all, it's not in the archaeological team, and there is nothing wrong with acting in a very extraordinary time.

"Brother Ayi, congratulations." Mu Zifeng looked at Ayi with a slightly envious expression. Ayi endured humiliation for 16 years and finally rescued his mother. Now that all the poison in his mother's body has been lifted, for Ayi, his long-cherished wish has finally come true.

Mu Zifeng couldn't help but feel envy in his eyes, and he remembered a lot of past events, his father Mu Dingming, who disappeared in the desert, Wu Xi, his wife who was splashed with blood, and Professor Wu, who didn't know life and death.

Although it was difficult and difficult, Mu Zifeng felt that Ayi was happy and bitter.

"Mother, are you in good health?" Ayi was pleased to see his mother stand up, he knew that his mother was fine, so he looked his mother up and down.

"Oops, yes" Ayi's mother's face full of scars twisted together in an instant, but Mu Zifeng could see that it was a mother's heartfelt smile.

Ayi muttered a smile, he gently wiped his tears, and shouted affectionately, "Mother, my son did it"

"Young Master Chuan, it's not easy." When Lu Qingyou saw this scene, tears rippled with emotion.

"Qingyou, am I looking for your deeds, am I not moved, am I not moved by my feelings for you" Zhao Zichuan heard Lu Qingyou's words, first nodded, and then asked rhetorically.

This son-in-law, Mu Zifeng heard Zhao Zichuan's words, sighed in his heart, and turned his head to look at him again.

"Young Master Chuan, actually, I am also very grateful to you" Lu Qingyou's eyes were red, which made Mu Zifeng look quite familiar, which kind of eyes seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember.

"Really, I'm so happy" Even if Zhao Zichuan didn't win a smile from the beauty, Lu Qingyou's pear blossom cried with rain, which made Zhao Zichuan's heart beat faster, and the beauty affirmed herself.

"I'm so happy" Zhao Zichuan straightened up, raised his arms, bent down again, and hugged the petite Lu Qingyou into his arms.

Seeing the situation, Jia Fatzi on the side glanced at Mu Zifeng and said meaningfully, "It's good to be rich."

"What are you talking about" Mu Zifeng glared at the fat man Jia, and scolded the fat man in his heart, he knew that he was causing trouble,

"Mother, it's all Young Master Feng and these masters, who can save us." Ayi introduced the reason to his mother, and actually knelt down to Mu Zifeng again.

"Brother Ayi, don't be like this" Mu Zifeng stretched out his hand and hurriedly helped Ayi up.

"Young Master Feng, you are so kind, I really can't repay it." Ayi looked up at Mu Zifeng, his eyes full of tears of gratitude.

"Brother Ayi, you can't say that, they're all brothers, so if you see the outside, you get up first." Mu Zifeng helped Ayi up, and said loudly to everyone, "Listen to me, now it is far from the point of victory, we are still in Yinhu's mausoleum, and there are dangers all around, we."

You have to go down and find a way out. ”

"Well said, well said" Jia Fatzi took the lead and said, "Crazy, you speak, we all listen to you." ”

"Young Master Feng, you speak." Ayi looked at Mu Zifeng firmly, and Mu Zifeng knew in his heart that Ayi at this time had become his out-and-out iron-clad brother.

"Brother Feng, I just want to be with Qingyou, I hope you can take us out, so that Qingyou and I can be together." Zhao Zichuan's clothes did not envy the appearance of mandarin ducks and immortals, he smiled and touched his chin.

"Young Master Chuan, you" Zhao Zichuan sneered and gently knocked on Mu Zifeng's shoulder.

"Brother Chuan, with me, don't worry, I will help you realize your wishes." Mu Zifeng said with a smile, turned around and took the lead towards the depths of the Netherworld Temple.

"Keep up," Fat Jia yelled loudly, and opened his legs to follow.

Everyone continued to walk in the Netherworld Palace, and the wind in the Netherworld Hall was terrifying, and Zhao Zichuan even sneezed a few times in a row.

At this time, Mu Zifeng held a flashlight and illuminated the surrounding situation.

Looking at it from a distance, Mu Zifeng found that in front of him, rows of figures appeared.

"What kind of person" Jia Fatzi asked Mu Zifeng tremblingly, "In the tomb of Yinhu, why are there always moths." ”

Mu Zifeng was not nervous this time, the soldiers came to block the water and cover the earth, that's all.

Step by step, he walked towards the figures.

Fear is a human mental activity, and when you face it directly, you overcome it.

For Mu Zifeng, facing is the only thing to do, from an archaeological intern, to a murderer, to a fugitive, facing is the most effective and ineffective method he has learned.

As the distance shrank shorter and shorter, Mu Zifeng's eyes widened, and he gradually saw the true face of those figures.

"Fatty, you're making a false alarm." Mu Zifeng grinned at Fat Jia.

"What do you call a madman." Jia Fatzi couldn't wait to ask.

Mu Zifeng didn't answer Fat Jia, but stepped forward, and a tall brown terracotta figurine in front of him corroborated his statement.

It wasn't a human, it was a guard of terracotta figurines.

Since the Great Qin period, terracotta figurines began to be popular in funeral culture.

Before the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, in the funeral culture of princes and nobles, most of them were martyred as the burial of monarchs and princes.

People are often killed by burying them alive, poisoning them, shooting them, etc.

This method is extremely cruel, but on the other hand, it also causes a huge loss of human resources.

Many people with lofty ideals hate martyrdom. For example, in the Book of Songs, the yellow bird sings sadly and angrily, "Surrender to the yellow bird, stop at thorns." Who is dying from Mu Gongzi's car. This is dying, the special of centurions. In its hole, I am worried. He is the sky, and if my beloved person can be redeemed, he will have a hundred bodies."

It is said that after the death of Qin Mugong, more than 170 people were martyred for him, which made the Qin State very sad

The decline of the Mayan culture in the Americas is said to have been caused by the shrinking of human resources and the collapse of the Mayan Empire.

Later, due to the intensification of annexation wars, the competition for population among various countries also became a target of the war.

The terracotta figurines have reached the level of accuracy in the Qin Dynasty

The level of proficiency of the real. The type, quantity, material, and level of the Han Dynasty terracotta figurines have reached a new height, and the terracotta figurines are beautiful in shape and funny and lovely in action. During the Sui and Tang dynasties, the art of terracotta figurines reached a new peak, and civil officials, warriors, ladies, camels, horses, teasing, riding figurines, and bearded figurines became common types in this era. In particular, the colorful and colorful three-color figurines can be called the pressing work of Chinese terracotta figurines. In the fifth generation, the wind of terracotta figurines changed greatly, and the gods and monsters of the town tomb were valued. After the Song Dynasty, the funeral customs changed, especially the prevalence of burning paper in funerals, and the use of terracotta figurines plummeted, and it became extinct in the early years of the Northern Qing Dynasty.

"Crazy, it turns out that they are all stone people" Jia Fat Man asked suspiciously when he saw Mu Zifeng standing there motionless.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just some terracotta figurines." Mu Zifeng rolled his eyes at Fat Jia, and he continued to look at the terracotta figurines.

Those terracotta figurines are all helmets and armor, and the long sword and sword box in their hands stand between their feet, majestic, especially the round eyes, which are blazing, as if shooting out a lightning-like light.

"Yinhu's mausoleum is really luxurious, such a large statue, I don't know how valuable it is" Jia Fatzi licked his lips and reached out to touch the stone statue.

"Fatty, remember what I said" Mu Zifeng leaned over and smiled mysteriously.

"Remember, remember." Jia Fatzi laughed for a while, retracted his hand, and he hurriedly explained, "I'm looking at this terracotta figurine, what it's made of is like a living person, you look at those eyes, they are like copper bells." ”

"Young Master Feng, these stone statues are indeed strange, will there be a mechanism" Ayi also pulled his mother and walked over, he was most worried about his mother's safety now, he must eliminate all dangers and ensure that his mother is safe.

Mu Zifeng approached a terracotta figurine beside him, it was not the same as the stone statue warrior next to him, he was wearing fish scale armor, a phoenix-winged helmet, and purple gold boots, which looked like a general's dress.

In fact, Jia Fatzi is right, these terracotta figurines look like living people, and even the hair on their heads is so obvious, which is really ingenious and amazing.

Mu Zifeng thought of the "antique madman" Professor Wu again, if Professor Wu found these terracotta figurines, he would definitely be overjoyed. It's a pity that Professor Wu has long been ignorant of life and death, which is really sad.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing around the stone people" Zhao Zichuan walked over with Lu Qingyou, followed by Emperor Jue with an expressionless face.

"Young Master Feng, you're here, I just made a discovery." Jia Fatzi pulled Zhao Zichuan over with a chattering spirit, pointed to a pottery figurine and said, "Look at this stone man, who does it look like?"

"Like who" Zhao Zichuan was confused, and touched his head unconsciously.

"Fat brother, you mean, it looks like Young Master Chuan," Lu Qingyou suddenly said in a lost voice.

"Hehe, Miss Lu Bingxue is smart." Jia Fatzi stroked his palm and teased, "Young Master Chuan, you won't be its twin brother, right?"

"Nonsense" Zhao Zichuan was quite annoyed when he saw that Jia Fat Man compared him to a stone, and scolded, "This is just a stone man, where does he look like me"

Mu Zifeng heard their argument, shook his head, stood up, and looked at the terracotta figurines they were talking about.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was shocked when I saw it, from beginning to end, the terracotta figurines were just like Zhao Zichuan carved out of a mold.