The sun was fine this afternoon, much better than yesterday when we had just fallen, and I could see him lying on his own side under the sun without an oil lamp, photosynthesizing in the faint rays of the sun.

The so-called photosynthesis was taught to me by him, which means that people can also absorb heat energy and replenish energy while lying under the sun, and I don't know where he learned the crooked theory. I think I should also lie down, after all, lying still can reduce consumption, and people will live longer, so I also went over and prepared to lie down.

But my eyes subconsciously glanced at Mr. Shen's legs, because he rolled up his trouser legs, and I found that the wound he was shot from last night seemed to be swollen. I turned on the oil lamp and took a closer look, well, there were pustules.

I said to him, "Does it hurt in your leg?"

He shook his head: "I don't feel anything in my legs, I have a little headache, you let me rest a little longer." Don't run around if you're okay, wait here for them. ”

He didn't want to pay attention to me.

Looking at him, I was very worried about his situation. We came out this time, only bringing some external bruising medicine, not anti-inflammatory and disinfectant medicine, but I guess the arrow should be non-toxic, otherwise he wouldn't have lived to this point. But his wounds are not in good condition now, and he is not as old as a young man like me, and he is very weak without food or drink.

After waiting silently for a while, he seemed to fall asleep and let out a slight snoring sound. I gently pulled open my backpack, took out my notebook, and wrote two words "Don't go" on it, pressing under Mr. Shen's oil lamp.

Then I tiptoed to pick up the wood knife and oil lamp and went out of the ear chamber.

This time I was walking in the opposite direction of the main burial chamber in the corridor, and I wanted to find the tomb door, and if we could open it, we would still have a chance to get out quickly.

Luckily, our oil lamps haven't been used much before, and the amount of oil is very high, so we don't have to worry too much about running out of oil for a while.

With yesterday's experience, I am more cautious today, but I am also very calm. It was very slow, and I didn't bother to look at the mural by myself, but paid more attention to the surrounding mechanisms. Moreover, although there are some unclean things in my heart, I estimate that by yesterday's block, the resentment and evil spirit should be eliminated a lot, and now that the Yang Qi is flourishing, there should be no problem.

As I walked, I couldn't cry or laugh when I didn't go far in this direction when I saw a stone door. If we had chosen this direction yesterday, we might be out there now.

But I'm very calm now, Teacher Shen is not around, I am more and more careful, standing in place and shining around, looking at the top of my head on the ground, and sure enough, as I expected, there are small holes scattered on the top of my head and on the side walls one by one, and there should be arrows and crossbows in them, because I see something like arrows reflecting.

Well, looking at this number, entering the main gate may be worse than entering the main tomb door, and it is estimated that you will be shot into a sieve when you go through the main entrance. I felt like the crossbow bolts we experienced yesterday were like sniper rifles, and today they look like machine guns.

The designer is really a clever thing, and he knows that the thief hole must enter a small army, and from the main gate it is a large army, so each uses its own way of dealing with it.

I had to stop again, I didn't dare to be as hot-headed as I was yesterday.

I looked at the place closely, and I could faintly see the touching masonry. Helpless, I could only turn around and walk into the ear room, endure hunger and thirst, and sit aside to watch Teacher Shen sleep. Later, when I got tired of sitting, I lay down.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, holding his head in his left hand and moaning slightly. I look at the way he suffered, and I guess the headache is really not light, I don't know if it was because he was scared yesterday, or if the wound was infected. But now we have nothing to do, nothing we want.

I told him about the situation near the tomb gate, and he waved his hand and said, "Don't toss, you can wait for rescue safely here."

I thought to myself, what do you mean, you don't want to live?

I said to him, "I've found the arrangement of the above-ground mechanisms, I can trigger them with a probe shovel, so I can't get close to the tomb door?"

He disagreed, and only asked me to sit and move less, so that I could last longer. I had no choice but to do what he said first.

He was idle, he couldn't sleep for a while, he sat a little weakly against the wall, turned on the oil lamp and looked around, carefully looked at the murals on the wall, just looking, and didn't say anything. I had nothing to do, so I sat and looked at the wall in the same direction as him.

On the wall opposite us is a hunting picture, with several people dressed as Yuan people riding horses and holding Haidongqing in their hands, chasing their prey on the grassland. The reason why I know about this kind of bird is that I listened to the teacher during class, and I said, I remember this kind of thing much more than the test point.

It has the reputation of "the god of ten thousand eagles", the emperor of the Liao Dynasty loves this bird of prey the most, every spring in the vicinity of the Songhua River to release Haidongqing to catch swans, catch the first swan, to hold a banquet to celebrate, the name is called "head goose feast", and even the emperor of the Liao Dynasty playthings are demoralized, because of the legend of Haidongqing misleading the country, it is roughly that the Liao State always let the Jurchens capture Haidongqing at that time, and the Jurchens built the Dajin Kingdom in a rage, and wiped out the Liao. But just like the emperors of the past dynasties liked gold, the nomads worshipped the eagle, and in the Jin and Yuan dynasties, the Jurchen and Mongolian nobles also had the custom of hunting with Haidongqing, so this mural is also very understandable. At that time, the teacher also showed us the picture, which was almost the same as the one on this mural.

Looking at it, Mr. Shen suddenly pointed to it and asked me, "Look, is there something over there?"

I looked up and followed his hand, and indeed, I saw a string of words like a spell written on the heights. Teacher Shen asked me to use a notebook to transcribe it, and I could find someone to show it when I took it back.

I drew with a pen and didn't know what it was, just like a child's scribble. I handed the results to Mr. Shen, and he looked at them and said, "This is Mongolian, and it should be Uighur Mongolian according to the times, which is also a great contribution to the Mongolian people."

I said, "How do you know everything?"

He squeezed out a smile a little proudly: "There is a specialization in the art industry, how can I, a teacher who teaches late Duan Jinshi, not understand this?"

I said, "Okay, don't blow it, just rest when you're tired." Saving your life matters. ”

It seems that he is also really tired, and he lies down in the place just now and starts to rest, the sun is not very good. I thought to myself, I can't photosynthesize anymore.

But to be honest, I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry, and I'm not sleepy, the key is that I'm not convinced, I think maybe we can go out. So, when he fell asleep, I grabbed my shovel and quietly walked towards the traps.

As I approached, I carefully found the nearest machine stone, put the oil lamp on the ground on the side, and slowly approached, and I topped the brick with a shovel at the farthest distance, and in an instant arrows rained down and shot out from all directions, and although the place where I stood was relatively safe, I still retreated again and again, for fear of being injured by mistake.

Then I heard a bang on the ground, and when I looked closely, it turned out that there were seven or eight rows of large holes in the ground, which were supposed to be traps. I picked up the oil lamp and shone it to see how deep the hole was.

But when I saw it, my mother, the hole was only half a person deep, but at the bottom was a standing knife array, and the direction of the arrangement was very clever, I compared a few times, and found that no matter if I fell from that position, my leg would be cut, or my stomach would be pierced, and this height fell just enough. If there had been this battle at the door of the main tomb yesterday, or if we had gone straight in this direction, we would not have said dead now, at least there would be no whole legs left. I knew that there was no drama this time, and no matter what happened, we wouldn't be able to get over this thing.

The movement just now woke up Mr. Shen, and he leaned against the wall with an oil lamp and asked me what was the matter?

I walked back to him, told him about the situation, and helped him back to lie down together. Now, lying back in the ear chamber may really be the best way for us to survive.

I know very well that there are only two ways to survive in front of us now, either the rescue will come sooner or it will rain.

I was so thirsty that I prayed for rain, but I didn't have that kind of skills. We just lay there, not knowing when we fell asleep again. Another night passed, and I woke up to the sun hanging overhead. I sat up, probably hungry and stupid, but my stomach was not so hungry, but my mouth was dry and burnt, and my spirit was a little dazed, and I thought about it before I remembered what had happened in the past two days.

I turned on the oil lamp and looked at Mr. Shen, he had already gotten up and sat up, leaning against the wall, looking very weak, I looked at his wound, which had suppurated. The appearance of the person is also weak.

It was the first time I felt this kind of despair, and perhaps this torment of waiting on the edge of life and death was more painful than facing the unclean crowd of things and asking for my life, because it gave me enough time to feel the despair.

I called Mr. Shen, he opened his eyes slightly and looked at me, I saw that he looked weak, and I didn't say anything to him.

I don't think I'm dying yet, because I still have some strength in my body, but it's only compared to Mr. Shen, I'm really worried about his state, he hasn't eaten or drunk since he was injured, and he's not too young, if he really can't hold on......

And so, we were almost motionless in this chamber, his eyes closed, and I only looked up at the sky, in the silence around me, hoping that time would be too soon.

The sun was fading overhead, and I knew that the third day was almost over, and I estimated in my mind where the two senior brothers would go, but my mind was in chaos, and the more I thought about it, the more chaotic it became. People also fall into a state of mental confusion because of emotional problems.