I wasn't in the mood to see the scene where my hand was cut, and I wanted to twist my head over, but his words made me curious, what did it mean? Why do you still praise me at this time?

I followed his gaze and looked down, only to realize that something was wrong with my arm. There was a piece that was clearly not my own that was very abrupt, not that the arm was protruding, but that the color of the square was very obvious. I wasn't pinched during the fight because I didn't feel anything.

Well? Is this the brand? Big shapes... It's all quite alike, why, it didn't drop, but... Is it on me?

"What is this?" I saw that the purple-robed man might know something, so I couldn't help but ask him.

"Hehe, since you don't know?" Purple robe.

Before I could continue, a burning pain was coming from my hand. The cinnabar face had already inserted the tip of the knife into the palm of my hand, and I only felt the blood warm my skin.

Originally, I couldn't move my arm in this position, but now my cinnabar face is still holding my fingers, so I can't move my hand even if it hurts.

Seeing my hands dripping with blood still made my scalp tingle, and I couldn't help but turn my face away.

Until the purple robe: "Enough." The cinnabar face stopped moving, and I turned around and saw that my hands were already full of blood.

The purple robe shook his head at the Chiyou man who was controlling me beside me, and I didn't know what order I had given, and I was lifted up horizontally like a log, and the hand that was being supported was lifted forward, and blood was spilled from the hand to the ground, and after such a flip, the wound on the hand hurt even more.

I was carried by them towards the entrance of the tomb, I don't know if it was because these guys were too big tonnage, or some other factor, I felt that the ground was shaking.

After a few steps, I was carried to the entrance of the tomb, and when they stopped, I really felt the shaking of the surface of the rain, like a slight earthquake, and the soil on the surrounding hills or graves began to fall.

The purple-robed man walked up, gestured to the tomb door overgrown with plant roots and vines, and then gave a command to the men who were carrying me, and I was lifted up by them and slammed my wounded hand against the wall.

The door of the tomb looked like a stone, but it was still very strong and rough, and my hands and arms hit it straight up. I thought to myself, this time the force can be dislocated without breaking.

Thankfully, my hand was able to hold on to it, and it didn't have much of a problem, and I just didn't feel like it was sticking to the stone. When I looked up, I realized that one of my slaps had actually hit a stone like it had been in the snow.

The vibration came from my hand, as if the stone was shaking. A moment later, I was dragged backwards, my arm pulled out of the stone, and what I never expected was that the stone door collapsed like tofu dregs.

"Whew!" A gust of wind blew into the hole from behind us, and for a moment the mud and sand flew, and I quickly closed my eyes, knowing that it was the difference between the internal and external air pressures, and the sudden opening of the irrigation wind. I don't know it's the ancestor who is related by blood, I'm sorry! I didn't open the door of my own free will.

As the goal was achieved, I was casually thrown to the ground by this group of well-developed creatures, and I subconsciously reached out to support the ground to prevent falling, but suddenly remembered that there was such a big mouth in my hand, and I withdrew my hand. My body was already unstable, and I made a paradoxical stretching movement, and I finally fell to the ground hard.

Before I could get up carefully to see how the injury on my hand was, there was another gust of wind. I thought it was balancing the air pressure again, but when I think about it, this time it's different, it's actually blowing from the inside out? I raised my head slightly, closed my eyes and felt it, really, blowing from the inside out, what is the situation?

And this wind... It smells dark, cold, and even disgusting. I couldn't help but silently turn my head back again.

With my common sense, this phenomenon will not occur, and I may still believe that your water has such a backflow, but this is air? And this time, the wind is not at all like just now. This is a bit of a puzzle.

It took a long time for the terrifying wind to cease. I got up from the ground and looked at the injuries on my hands, I really wanted to go to the hospital very much, I was already cut by an unclean knife, and there was a lot of dirt and stones, this wound is not disinfected properly, I don't know if it will be infected.

But apparently I don't have the opportunity to go to the hospital right now.

I looked back at Xiao Shirong, he was really not angry at all, he was pressed there and couldn't move. There was also a group of Chiyou guys standing around me, and there was no way to escape.

I stood up, shook my sore arm, and turned to the purple robe: "We have no grievances in the long days and no hatred in the near future, if you want me to help you open the door, I will open it, I have no use value, you let us go, if I don't treat this wound, it will be finished sooner or later."

He looked at me with that excited look again, and walked over to symbolically look at my wound, then shook his beard and smiled: "Hehe, since you are here, let's go in together." He lit his own torch and walked in with a cinnabar face.

I scolded my mother in my heart, didn't I do anything serious, I still have to accompany you to the tomb for a walk? But this scene made me think of the sixth master of the curtain year, and brought me into the tomb in order to hide people's ears and eyes.

But even if they thought so, I couldn't do anything, and I couldn't walk in this kind of encirclement. I saw that Xiao Shirong was also escorted over by two people, and he was really unreliable at the critical moment, so he had to temporarily obey their arrangement, improvise, or wait for the opportunity to escape.

Luckily, they weren't too us, and we were probably so sure we wouldn't be able to run away. After Xiao Shirong was pushed in, no one continued to hold him.

The grave path is downward, and the slope is just enough to keep people from falling. However, although it is obviously excavated by hand, there is no decoration, no murals, and even the floor tiles are so laborious to open the door, why is it so unsophisticated?

I think back to the big dirt bag I just saw outside, and it seems that too... It's not very big, it's about a little bit in diameter... 100 meters, right?

If the structure of this tomb is more conventional, then we can go down the tomb road and soon enter the main burial chamber, and everything these people are looking for is there. Then... Maybe they'll take us out, maybe they'll ... In short, there are very few opportunities left for us. But who can we count on in this bird land to save us? Layman and Hu Qi Niang? The two of them may not be as good as Xiao Shirong when they fight, and they don't know where to go at this time. Thinking about this, for the first time, I wish I could stay in the tomb a little longer.

I looked at the tomb and speculated on the age of the tomb. In connection with the large stone buildings, there are no bricks and tiles, which I think is a bit unlike the historical period. My historical period refers to the period of historical records, not to mention the sporadic records on oracle bone inscriptions and bronzes, this is the beginning of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

The development of Chinese architecture is very clear. Paleolithic and Neolithic were less productive, and building wood as a nest was the easiest and most trouble-free way to build a house. Later, simple wooden houses were not strong enough, so the method of reinforcing them with mud appeared. The use of earth has become more sophisticated, and rammed earth has emerged. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, tiles were invented in order to shelter from the wind and rain, and bricks were invented in order to make the soil stronger.

In the Qin and Han dynasties, the wood frame structure technology has been gradually perfected, the beam lifting type and the bucket type have been developed and matured, and the construction technology of high-rise buildings and multi-storey buildings has also become more and more mature, otherwise there would not be a building complex like Afang Palace. During the Qin and Han dynasties, palaces, mausoleums, the Great Wall and water conservancy projects of unprecedented scale were also built, and the use of bricks has reached a certain level.

Later, it was even more unlikely that the stone structure would appear in the building, which is also easy to understand, and bricks could completely replace the very labor-intensive stones, without laborious mining, grinding, and transportation. Therefore, there is really no such large stone ground building in the historical period, and only a few mausoleums still use stone structures to prevent theft.

Back to the present, from the inside of the tomb, starting from the Western Han Dynasty, there should be some bricks in the tomb more or less, but there is no here, only soil; From the outside, it may be a pile of ceremonial buildings, and if the historical period contains at most some stone components, it cannot be a complete stone structure. Therefore, since there is no one who comes after, then there may be ancients before, that is, before the historical records of the Eight Classics. Most of what can be learned about that time is through the golden stone.

Jinshi not only found wood for nests and rammed earth, but also... It occurred to me that in recent years, in the north of S Province, not far from us, I discovered the ancient city of Muyuan, which shocked the Jinshi world. Indeed, the city of ancient times was built of stones. Many scholars in the Jinshi world believe that it is closely related to the history of the Yellow Emperor, the Xia Dynasty, or the period in between, both in terms of time and address.

I thought about the details, especially the drawings in the books, which made me feel more and more uneasy. Truth be told, although there are some differences in the large colors of the stones, the remaining stacking methods are really similar.

Then the era here may really have nothing to do with historical records.