"Crows fly." The fat man yelled and stepped on my shoulder, the fat man weighed almost two of me, and the weight on my shoulder made me almost vomit a mouthful of blood.

It's a good thing he climbed the block, otherwise I might have been trampled to death by him. The only flashlight was also taken away by him, and it became very dark underneath, and I had to look at the fat man standing on the edge of the big tripod above my head.

"What's inside." I asked the fat man impatiently, but he just swept the top of the big ding with a flashlight and didn't respond.

Finally, under my repeated requests, he pulled me up to the top of the big ding, and Xue Ning naturally didn't dare to stay down alone, so he was also painstakingly brought up by the two of us.

The scene above the big tripod is completely different from what I thought, I think that the top of this kind of big tripod should be fully open, with a rather thick tripod wall. But contrary to my imagination, the top of the tripod is completely enclosed.

Different from the tripod wall seen below, the top of this big tripod is engraved with dense patterns, and after looking at it carefully for a while, these patterns seem to be words.

Above the tripod is a cone, like a lid fastened to the big tripod. There are two rings on the sides of the top of the cone lid, so they should be handles.

"What kind of text is this?" The fat man touched the dense text on the lid and asked Xue Ning.

Xue Ning shook his head, "I'm the same as you now, and I haven't even seen anything like it." ”

The fat man had no choice but to turn around, and his eyes noticed which two ring handles on the lid of the big ding. After a few glances, I started to pull it, and after a few clicks, I found that the handle was actually dragged up by the fat man.

The fat man found out that there was a play and asked us to help, Xue Ning and I pulled the handle of the other end together, and the three of them worked hard at the same time. We heard a click, and we pulled a lid about the size of a manhole cover.

A circular hole appeared at the tip of the large cone lid, which we moved aside. The slope of the cone on the big tripod is very large, but there are many patterns, and the lid that was pulled open by us did not slide down.

The fat man took a flashlight and shot it into the hole we had opened, but I found a strange problem, the big tripod itself was two meters five meters tall and nearly four meters in diameter after removing the four legs that supported it. It stands to reason that such a hole the size of a manhole cover should be completely visible inside. But now only the bottom ground inside the big ding can be seen.

The bottom is very flat, and it is also engraved with dense text. I tilted my head sideways to see what the wall looked like, but from the edge of the hole, I could see that the wall was quite thick, almost 30 centimeters thick.

The fat man also probed, but it was probably the same as what I saw, so he twisted his body to see that he wanted to get into the ding. I didn't stop him, because the bottom of the tripod was completely visible, and there was really no danger.

He must have overestimated his size, and his ass was stuck at the hole, and no matter how we pressed down, we couldn't get in, and he seemed to be pressed in pain, and when he pushed him, he let out a roar like killing a pig.

"You want to squeeze me to death,"

Xue Ning and I hurriedly stopped pushing him, and the fat man struggled and climbed up with our help. While rubbing his squeezed buttocks, he said, "It seems that I have to lose weight when I go back." ”

Then he looked at me, and I ignored him, pretending to study the words on the lid of the big ding. When the fat man saw that I ignored me, he patted me.

"Sister Lin, I'll take you down and have a look." He looked at me with a flattering face as he spoke.

I couldn't figure out why he had to go down, but when I thought about it, there was nothing in Dingli, and it would only take a minute or two to go down. Going to see it also makes the fat man die, so that he can concentrate on finding the way later.

It was quite easy for me to go down, and my foot stepped on the ground in the ding. I felt a chill that was drilling straight into me, and I shivered from the cold.

After the light of the flashlight shone on the tripod, I found that the space inside was not large, and the inner wall of the tripod was also the same pattern text, vertical row by row. It's just that there are big grooves between these words one by one. The flashlight shines into the grooves, reflecting a reddish halo.

The fat man looked at it for a long time, and when he was a little impatient, he asked, "What's down there?" ”

As soon as his voice came in, I felt something strange when I touched the hand on the inner wall of the big ding, and the wall shook slightly. Then his voice kept echoing in the ding, and the voice slowly became louder and sharper, piercing my eardrums. I hurriedly told him to stop shouting, only to have another mixed echo from my mouth, extremely harsh. I had to shut up and make a shut up gesture to the fat man above.

After I researched it in Dingnai, I found that I couldn't see anything at all. When I looked up at the fat man, I saw that he was holding something in his hand and trying to hand it to me. I took it and saw that it was a pen and a small notebook the size of a palm.

The little book was still a little damp because it should have been put on Xue Ning's body, and then I saw the fat man's mouth move. It took me a long time to roughly understand what he meant: "Draw what you see." ”

I thought this should be what Xue Ning meant, so I made an OK gesture to do it. When I looked at it carefully, I realized that the pattern at the bottom of the tripod was roughly similar to that on the lid of the big tripod. The inner wall of the big tripod is different, how can it be twisted and twisted so much like a charm drawn by the bull's nose.

I can't move it like this.,There's no platform where I can put down my notebook and draw with peace of mind.。 Plus the book is a little damp.,The pen seems to be in the water.,Drawing a line can spread out two or three times.。

Each spell-like pattern was the same, and when I finished drawing one, my teeth chattered from the cold. Just as I was about to pack up, I heard a human voice coming from overhead. I thought it was the fat man who was in a hurry to call me, but when I looked up, I found that his head was poking his head into the hole but his mouth did not move.

I lip-synced and asked him, "What did you just say?" "I did it twice, and when I saw him, I probably understood what it meant.

Seeing that the fat man was slightly puzzled, he frowned, and his mouth moved: "I didn't say anything." ”

I couldn't help but feel a little panicked, so I made a gesture for him to silence and listen to the sounds around him. It was quiet, and a voice that sounded like talking reached my ears, but I couldn't hear what was being said.

Then I looked up at the fat man, and saw that he was still looking at me, because it was so cold that I could see the air exhaling in the air. I had some guesses in my mind, so I made movements to make the fat man hold his breath with the shape of his mouth, and then I held my breath too. The whisper of the voice suddenly stopped, and it seemed that my guess was correct.

What kind of structure is this tripod that can amplify subtle sounds? The sound of human speech can be amplified to the point of harshness, and even the panting sound of breathing can become like a person whispering through the reflection of the ding wall.

I looked at the depressions and protruding lines on the inside of the top wall, and I guess it was the sound that was reflected many times due to this setup.

The fat man leaned in half of his body, and I tried hard to jump up, only to be pulled by the fat man and pulled onto the lid of Dading. I told them about the internal situation, and the fat man looked a little lost.

The patterns roughly drawn by me were circulated by the fat man and Xue Ning in turn, and the fat man said, "This is a fucking ghost drawing." ”

Xue Ning watched it for a long time, and then secretly thought about it again. Only then did he make a sigh.

I asked, "Do you know what this thing is?" ”

Xue Ning nodded: "Knowing is knowing, but this thing should definitely not appear here." After that, he repeatedly checked with me to see if I had made a mistake.

Naturally, I don't have a problem, and my heart says that it's not a one-to-one similarity, but it's at least 90% or more!

Xue Ning sighed a few times, and slapped his head with his palm. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, so I asked, "Is there something wrong with this thing?" ”

Xue Ning said with some distress: "This thing itself is fine, but if this thing appears here, then the problem is big." It's just ......," he paused, and then another sentence came out, "It's all messed up." ”

The fat man was a little impatient, and scratched his head on the side: "Just tell me what this thing is." ”

"Hey...... This is the evil spirit control sigil, something that only Taoism can appear. ”

The fat man sighed, and it took me a long time to react, this is a Tibetan area, it should be all Tibetan Buddhism. Could it be that a Taoist priest came here thousands of years ago and made such an object? It doesn't make sense.

"How did you know about this Shinto thing?" The fat man gasped, he seemed to think that a scholar like Xue Ning would probably not study superstitious things like this "evil charm seal".

But Xue Ning immediately replied: "I was also preparing my bachelor's thesis, which involved Taoism, and I saw it when I was checking the information. ”

"Could it be ......," the fat man didn't say a reason for a long time.

After a stalemate for a long time, I proposed: "Let's go find the way first, go out and talk about it, and then organize a large army to come back and study it slowly." ”

Xue Ning helped his forehead, put the book away, and the three of us had a hard time getting down from this big ding.

Only then did I have time to observe whether there was any other way out of the whole room, and the center of the room was this big ding. There were a lot of black stones piled up in the corner, and the fat man picked them up and studied them for a while and sniffed them, and finally came to the conclusion that all the stones were charcoal.

The fat man laughed: "Could it be that this is the kitchen of the ancestors here, and this giant tripod is used to cook a big pot of rice."

"Burning charcoal in a closed space, are you ready to commit collective suicide when you are full?" I casually joked about the fat man. The fat man wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

The passage to the other place, we saw it behind the big ding when we went around it. Just across the wall we knocked on, except that it was no longer a horizontal passageway, but a stone staircase that went up.

The stairs did not go up diagonally, but after going up a section, it had a somewhat arc, and it was actually a spiral staircase spiraling upward. The stone steps are so integrated with the surrounding walls that there are no visible gaps and appear to have been carved directly into the entire rock.

We climbed up the spiraling steps for about ten minutes before poking our heads out of the ground. The exit of this spiral staircase is in the center of a room. When we climbed up the stairs to the upper room, the fat man's flashlight shone all around, and I saw a circle of shelves in the corner of the room, and the things placed on the shelves made me feel a little frightened.