In the evening of summer, the Yunwu Mountain in Qianzhou is still sunny at noon, and the fog is hazy in the afternoon, shrouding the mountain, and the blood-colored rhododendrons on the mountain appear and disappear from time to time.

The group was camped at the foot of the mountain, and the tents were densely packed.

The location where they were was was a large pit, with a brown dirt surface, and you could faintly see the stone slabs buried in the ground, about twenty or thirty meters long, like a buried underground castle.

The artificially hewn staircase stretches down, and in the open environment, the crisp sound of 'ding dong' rings is heard from time to time.

"Young Master Yu, there is a situation!"

The sound of surprise came, and the young man sitting in the tent suddenly got up, strode forward, dressed in camouflage uniform, looking resolute and handsome, and at this moment, his ink-colored eyes were shining, and he hurried down the steps.

I saw that the muddy gate had been opened, the smell of mold and dampness, and the black road ahead, with no end in sight.

"Young Master Yu, whose tomb do you say it will be this time? I haven't heard of which kings and grandsons are still buried in this Yunwu Mountain, judging from the things unearthed so far, it may be the Western Han Dynasty. The one who spoke was Uncle Yue, who was following him, with sallow skin and a thin body, the oldest of these people, and he was also a national treasure-level archaeologist.

"You'll only know if you go in and have a look."

Yu Chen is in his early twenties, with short hair, bronzed skin, and delicate angular facial features.

"Boom-"

As he spoke, the ball clenched by the slender phalanges had been thrown into the stone door, and in the darkness, it hit the stone slab and emitted a green glow.

"There is no toxic gas, I will go first to explore the way." Yu Chen was not squeamish at all, held a flashlight, and dodged into the corridor.

Under the feet is a stone slab covered with dark green moss, Yunguichuan is rainy all year round, the earthen walls on both sides are seriously eroded, and occasionally one or two earthworms wriggle in the soil.

The beam of the flashlight is the only source of light, and the stone slab is about 10 meters under the detection.

In this blink of an eye, Yu Chen was stunned.

The partition stone wall in front of it, standing like a screen, without any pen and ink, is dotted by two corpses alone, and the arrow feathers pierce the door of the head, nailing people there alive!

Their flesh and skin were rotten, their shriveled bodies covered by loose modern clothing, and their hands and feet were full of bones.

Obviously, not long ago, the tomb robbers used to visit here, but they were killed by the hidden weapons here!

"Uncle Yue, there is a mechanism here, find some living creatures to come in......"

"Meow ......"

Yuchen didn't dare to move, and was about to evacuate, when a cat's meow echoed in the tomb.

"Click-"

He hadn't been able to tell if it was an auditory hallucinations or delusions, and the moment he took half a step back, there seemed to be gears turning in his ears.

"Young Master Yu!"

Uncle Yue exclaimed and reached out, but it was too late.

The slate suddenly cracked, like the mouth of an open box.

Yu Chen subconsciously wanted to grasp something, his center of gravity fell, and he reached out and grabbed a fluffy tail.

"Young Master Yu—"

Uncle Yue rushed forward in a hurry, and with a bang, the fire swept in with thunder, and the blazing fire erupted like a tide, and under the strong air waves, many people were overturned.

"Whoa—"

I don't know when the sky will darken, and the purple-red lightning has the potential to open the world, and the rain is pouring down without warning.

"Young Master Yu......"

Uncle Yue was prostrate on the ground, looking at the phosphorus fire, unable to do anything.

"Today is June 20th, a month after the archaeological team's excavation, and the rumored tomb of the Western Han Dynasty does not exist. Archaeologists confirmed that what was buried in the tomb was a cat-faced mask, and the beliefs of the ancients were changeable......"

"Tsk."

Flipping through the press releases, An Xia sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but have a little more longing for the mystery of history.

Because she likes it, she specializes in it, and it is precisely because of this that her current work is extremely sacred-...... of the Islands City Museum Wizard.

The weather is volatile, the sun is scorching outside the museum, the tube is cool and pleasant, and the booths of glass cabinets are full of ancient cultural relics.

The rusty bronze tripod, the ancient yellowed bamboo slips, and the sword of Shang Fang, which has seen the light of day......

"Anxia, come out and take a hand, the new goods are coming."

Someone shouted outside the lounge, and An Xia hurriedly put down her mobile phone and walked out quickly.

The pickup truck followed by dozens of security guards parked at the back door of the museum, and many people had already surrounded the front, obviously a box that could be picked up by one person, but for the sake of prudence, two people were carrying it.

Museums don't often have new items, and once they're on display, they rarely move around.

The curator said that recently, in order to cater to the news boom, the cultural relics of the crater tomb were applied for and displayed for a period of time, so that more people could understand the history and civilization.

"How can there be Tang Sancai?"

Anxia looked at the label on the wooden box and muttered, rolled up the cuffs of the suit uniform, rolled the ponytail into a bud, swept it around after it was clean, and lifted a box the size of a kettle, and only three points of strength could be used for twelve points, which was extremely easy.

"Stop, don't run!"

As soon as she took two steps away, the scolding was behind her, and Anxia was turning around, when suddenly a gravity impact, her heel was unstable, and she suddenly fell down.

"Whoa—"

Chest, broken.