After thinking about it, I felt that what Huzi said was very reasonable, the security team member was fatally injured in the back, and he should have been attacked by someone. As for what happened to this corpse scoop, I can't figure it out for the time being. Also, I can't figure out how he ended up in this secret room. This chamber is very hidden, and if it is intentional, whoever it is, he knows much more about this tomb than we do.

Huzi reached out and groped around with the security team for a long time, took out a wallet from the pocket of the tactical vest, and counted about two thousand yuan. Then he reached in through the collar and touched it for a long time, and pulled out a necklace. Huzi was not too dirty, put it in his mouth and bit it, and saw that it was genuine and hung on his neck with satisfaction.

My eyes lit up when I saw this necklace, and I had some vague guesses about the identity of this group of people, but I didn't say it, but patiently watched as Huzi searched for the corpses. This guy really has the talent of a tomb robber, and after exploiting all the valuable things, he began to take off the corpse's leather shoes, I really couldn't stand it, and hurriedly stopped him: "It's almost there, don't let people go barefoot when everyone is dead, how can I look at you like a rag." ”

"This is not a small family, isn't life easy?" Huzi said to me with a grin, but the action of pulling down the leather shoes stopped. It can be seen that he is very excited, and it is no wonder that the harvest of such a moment is equivalent to one-tenth of his trip.

It was only at this time that Huzi remembered the environment we were in and asked me how to get out. I told him that I noticed that there seemed to be a mezzanine in the wall, and when he heard me say this, he hurriedly followed me to the wall to look. At this time, I had dug a small hole in the north wall, and through the loess I could see a pale blue thing, as if some gem was embedded in the wall. Huzi carefully bent his fingers and knocked them twice, and then excitedly told me that it shouldn't be too thick.

The two of us began to pull out spears and scrape the wall, and the outer layer of soil was powdery, and it fell down with a clatter. When you scrape the innermost layer, it starts to harden a little, and the color is also dark brown, like chocolate, piece by piece. Huzi told me that it should be clay mixed with glutinous rice and water, and the loess outside is sticky. He said that he also used this ancient adhesive a lot, and it was usually used as putty to caulk when restoring ancient buildings. However, this is obviously not the role here, it should be to hide the mezzanine.

The two of us sweated profusely and scraped for half an hour, and a large square of translucent thin jade appeared in front of us, and the material was similar to Xiuyan jade. There are some moire and cracks inside, and it is not very strong at first glance. When I turned on the strong flashlight, it turned out to be transparent, indicating that the back should be empty. It's just that there are a lot of impurities in the jade wall, and the direct angle of light is very tortuous, and you can't see the situation behind it clearly.

I held the spear and stabbed it upside down, and I mustered up my strength to directly break up the jade wall, but I was stopped by Huzi. He told me that according to the structure of the jade wall, it should play the role of a load-bearing wall, and the mechanical structure should be very fragile, and if it is smashed rashly, this secret room may collapse, and we will both be buried here. I didn't dare to be reckless, so I helplessly asked him what to do.

Huzi said to me with a smile while rummaging in his backpack: "Don't look at me as a carpenter, we buddies are not ambiguous about the work of a bricklayer." As he spoke, he pulled out a glass knife and a rubber hammer from his bag, as well as a shaving, shovel, sucker and other messes. I'm really convinced, this guy's backpack is like a jingle cat's pocket, and the guy who eats takes it wherever he goes·····

After Huzi finished drawing the line, he pinned the pencil behind his ear, and then compared the Luban ruler to start cutting the line with a glass knife, and finally he took out four suction cups and sucked them on the periphery of the four corners of the square cutting line, and fixed them with a rope for me to pull. His explanation to me was that he was afraid that he would shatter the outer ring when he smashed it for a while. I listened to him pull the rope straight, Huzi took the rubber hammer and gently knocked along the cutting line for a long time, and finally forced, "snap", the thin jade plate in the center flew out and fell apart, and a square gap appeared on the jade wall.

I used a flashlight to shine into the gap, and found that there was really a corridor inside, probably due to the long-term sealing, there was a faint musty smell. The range of the flashlight was just over two meters, and beyond that, there was darkness, as if the mouth of fear was about to engulf people.

Huzi took the lead and a harrier rolled over, this guy looked stupid and didn't expect to be so agile. Huzi reminded me not to touch the jade wall as much as possible, otherwise it might collapse, and I stepped over cautiously. Huzi was about to walk forward when he saw me coming, so I grabbed him and reminded: "Don't be so reckless next, this road has been closed for so long at the bottom, it should be oxygen-free before we come in, you see that it is so humid and musty here, it is obviously not normal." It is difficult for bacteria in an anaerobic state to survive, and anaerobic bacteria have no taste. ”

Although Huzi has a big heart, after repeated encounters and then reminded by me, I can see that he is much more cautious, and he groped forward side by side with me. The more I walked inside, the more humid it became, and I took a flashlight to look around. Unlike the above, it seems to have been dug out in a hurry, and the rock at the top of the cave has not been repaired and leveled, and some of the protrusions are dripping with water, which is really damp. But I'm not so nervous anymore, the tomb above is paved with stone bricks, and it's hard to estimate what is behind the bricks, and it's unlikely that there will be any traps or anything like that in the environment here.

Huzi nodded after hearing my conclusion, and the pace of us quickened a lot. The whole corridor was twisted and twisted, almost as if it had been built according to a crack in the leyline, and as we walked, the front suddenly changed, and two forks appeared. I began to secretly slander myself in my heart, the ancients liked to play mysterious, and the owner of this tomb is even more, his mausoleum has to be like a labyrinth, and the two bifurcations are divided at every turn.

Huzi discussed with me whether to tie the two of us together with an ink fountain line, and then choose a path and pull the rope when encountering danger. His method can undoubtedly save a lot of time, but I still veto it after thinking about it, not to mention whether such a long rope will be tripped by something, and whether it will be too late to encounter danger. In such a weird environment, it's safer for two people to be together.

Huzi nodded after listening, and when I was hesitating which way to choose, Huzi took off his shoes and said that he would throw them to set the direction. He let go of his shoe with both hands, the tip of which pointed to the right. I thought his method was quite unreliable, but I still chose the right lane with him.

The corridor was quite wide, and we could walk for five minutes, and the surrounding decoration changed significantly. The bluestone tomb bricks appeared on the walls on both sides again, and the ground was paved with jade, and the murals appeared on both sides of the tomb wall again, and the colors were very exquisite.

Huzi and I looked closely, and the scene of the burial was depicted on it. The first painting shows a large group of people carrying the coffin along the mountain road, led by a man with horns like a sacrifice. As you walk forward, each painting is coherent, and the funeral procession bows down once after walking a few steps. Later, many clouds flew in the sky, and on each cloud stood gods and fairies, dressed in fluttering golden helmets and golden armor, and these gods put their hands together and bowed to the coffin. The funeral procession came to a hill with an entrance on the mountainside, and the coffin carrying the coffin went in, and the rest of the people stopped at the entrance.

The next picture turned, and a mural that looked like a picture of a bird in the tomb appeared on the wall, and I paused in front of this painting for a long time, and realized that it looked like a map of this ancient tomb. Because I found the burial chamber where we came down, and then there was a stone corridor connected by the tomb road, and in the stone corridor there were eight bronze men standing on the left and right, which should be the bronze armored corpses I had encountered earlier. The tomb connected by the stone corridor is connected to a stone chamber, and one of the walls of this stone chamber is painted with a door-shaped dotted line, which should be the secret door of the organ that Zhang Ye first discovered before. The back of the wall is still connected by a tomb passage, but it does not indicate an underground chamber, which means that the map we are on now does not indicate this. The whole bird's-eye view is a labyrinth, with a large hall in the center and a large coffin painted in the middle, which should be the main burial chamber.

I quickly took out my mobile phone and took a picture of this map, this map is clearly marked, even where there are traps and where there are living corpse guards, with this thing we should have no problem when we go to the main burial chamber, now the top priority is how to get back to the upper floor.

Huzi and I continued to walk forward, the mural returned to the scene on the ground again, the team carrying the coffin did not come out after entering the tomb, the people outside began to seal the soil, there was an immortal in the sky with a wave of his hand, and the whole mountain was covered by vegetation, restoring the natural appearance. I was a little curious, who painted this mural? Is it fiction or reality? If it were realistic, it would have depicted the burial of the owner of the tomb. I don't believe much in the gods and goddesses, because the ancients often did this in order to elevate themselves, but what about other aspects? If it's a real scenario, there's a temporal paradox in it.

If the tomb owner had painted it before his death, he would not have known what he would have seen after his death. If it was painted after the death of the owner of the tomb, then it could only have been painted by the person who carried the coffin into the tomb, and this underground passage was also used by them to escape. In the Qin and Han dynasties, the system of birth and martyrdom was very popular, and the final team carrying the coffin into the tomb would be buried alive inside, so many craftsmen would dig a secret tunnel to escape before the oxygen ran out.

But this assumption is not true, it is impossible to decorate the passage so elegantly, not to mention that there is still time to paint murals, and what forks in the escape passage are dug? Huzi and I continued to walk forward with confusion, and the two tomb walls that we had written down were empty and nothing was painted, and the last one was a scene from the main tomb. The lid of the coffin was opened, and a middle-aged man in a colorful xia robe broke out of the coffin, exuding golden light all around his body. This is supposed to symbolize rebirth, and the mural comes to an abrupt end.

Huzi and I came back to our senses and found that at the end of the mural, the road had also come to an end, and a huge stone gate appeared in front of us. The stone door has a symbol similar to an oracle bone inscription, and there is a depression in the wall on the side of the door, and an incense burner stands inside, which looks like a mechanism, but the arrangement is a little too obvious.

I asked Zhou Tong in my heart if he knew what was written on the door, and Zhou Tong told me that it was a "sheng" word. Shengmen? I don't think it's a trap, the switch is so obvious, if I'm right, there should be another door at the other fork in the road, and I guess it says death. I read a lot of novels, and the ancients loved to play with psychology and let you choose for yourself. It's like defusing a bomb, the red line and the green line let you choose which one to cut, and once you choose the wrong one, you will never recover.

In my opinion, life is not life.