My jaw almost didn't fall off when I saw the hand-drawn picture of the underground palace in the picture, and according to the scale of the picture, it was clearly a mausoleum comparable to the size of an emperor.

I searched through the ancient books I had read over the years, and I couldn't think of any emperor whose tomb would be buried here in the boundary of Yongzhou besides the tomb of Emperor Shun.

During this period of studying archaeology, there are actually few serious tombs, and they only have the opportunity to come into contact with them when they go to the field for internship a few days at the end of the semester, and they are generally small-scale tombs, not even the tombs of higher-ranking ministers, let alone mausoleums of this scale.

The second uncle that Aunt Ming said can't get away from at the moment, and when we first met, we mentioned that the second uncle may be in the mountains or some deep forest, aren't these two places the most suitable places for burials? Could it be that the second uncle is a tomb robber?

When I was in college, I asked the researcher who gave us an open class about my second uncle, and I was a little surprised. Judging from his expression and tone, he has a lot of respect for the second uncle, and he constantly uses beautiful words when introducing the second uncle.

Such a respectable status and status made it difficult for me to associate him with a tomb robber, but the facts were in front of me. Archaeology is a rigorous discipline, there is no room for mistakes, today's "Zhenlong Sand", "Dunlong Fu" appeared, where there is an archaeological researcher should have a rigorous attitude, everywhere is revealing the breath of "rivers and lakes", the rivers and lakes of tomb robbery.

The sound of my father arguing with my second uncle came back to my mind, and this image accompanied me almost throughout my childhood. Some words that I didn't understand at the time suddenly appeared, "inheritance", "fate", "no time". These are words that I have tried to hear clearly, and almost every time these words appear in the arguments between the second uncle and my father.

These seemingly unrelated words combined with the contents of the cardboard box in front of me gave me a conjecture that surprised and even shocked me.

If the second uncle is not a tomb robber with a side head and tail, then maybe our Su family has inherited an ancient inheritance from generation to generation, and this inheritance is related to the ancient tomb, not an ordinary tomb, but a dragon vein! As for what kind of inheritance it is, and the "no time" in the second uncle's mouth, I can't think of the result.

However, it can be heard from Aunt Ming's tone on the phone that she and the second uncle really want me to be safe, and they didn't tell me the whole story, which should be out of a kind of protection for me. Although I have never been in contact with my second uncle, and I haven't even had a phone call, that kind of trust is buried in the blood, and this kind of trust for no reason is in the same vein.

The comparison of the two maps clearly shows the place I am going to, in the northwest of Yongzhou City, in Dong'an County.

China is known as the "five mountains" in the south of the Yangtze River, and the chairman's poem also mentioned that "the five mountains are soaring and the waves are shining, and the dark clouds are majestic and walking mud pills". The map in the package that Aunt Ming gave me refers to is the "Yuecheng Ridge", the first of the five mountains. The Yuecheng Ridge in Dong'an County belongs to the branch of this mountain range, and the real main vein of the Yuecheng Ridge is in Guilin, Guangxi.

In the afternoon when I received the package, I didn't rush to leave, but came to the town to buy the necessary items, such as food and some outdoor equipment.

I chose compressed biscuits that were easy to carry and did not take up space, I chose a large-capacity thermal water bottle and a smoldering kettle, and I changed the clothes of the literary and artistic youth into a jacket, the underwear inside was changed to sweat-wicking, and the shoes were changed to hiking shoes. In addition, I bought an outdoor bag with about 70 liters, and put a sleeping bag and moisture pad in it that didn't take up much space. Bought three windproof lighters and many fire folds.

With these equipment, if I encounter another question like the old man guarding the mountain, I can confidently tell him that I am a "travel friend", presumably even if the other party does not know what "travel friend" means, just looking at my dress and the items I carry, they will guess my identity.

My series of actions at that time showed that I completely accepted the instructions of my second uncle, whether he was a tomb robber or a respected researcher, all mysteries needed to be solved by me with actions. At this time, I didn't care about the identity of my second uncle at all.

Now that I think about it, my unhesitation at that time had nothing to do with my own curiosity, which was innate, and the attraction of the Imperial Tomb even overshadowed my doubts. In an instant, my spirit of exploring the mystery exploded in me at that time!

When I returned to the hotel again, the eldest sister at the front desk was still staring at me with suspicion. This time I was very weak-minded, because my next actions would cause me to become the kind of person he suspected.

I was ready to go to bed early that night, on the one hand, to recharge for tomorrow's unknown trip, and on the other hand, because the old man who guarded the mountain last night really surprised me by eating live scorpions. By the time he discovered the old man's actions, he barely slept in the second half of the night. I was exhausted from the equipment for another afternoon, so I quickly fell asleep and slept so deeply that I didn't have half a dream.

At around six o'clock the next day, I set out on the journey with my backpack in a state full of energy.

I didn't know how I could look at the front desk lady with the eyes of a "normal person" after I became a real tomb robber, or after some of the acts of a tomb robber.

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Dao County is more than 180 kilometers away from Dong'an County, which has a branch of Yuechengling, and it takes about three hours to drive. I didn't choose to take a train or bus or other means of transportation, this is not to say that I have the confidence of a rich man with a seven-digit bank card, but my dress is too conspicuous, although I didn't find the person who monitored me mentioned by Aunt Ming, but I still booked a taxi in Dao County for the sake of insurance, and I didn't bargain much according to the price he asked.

The driver was a man in his fifties, full of traces of time, very enthusiastic, and kept introducing me to the famous places along the way, which also highlighted the mystery of "Ghost Cub Ridge". His loyal appearance was also the main reason why I chose his car, and I believe that the face is born from the heart.

At 9:30, we arrived at the destination, and after getting off the bus, the driver helped me hang my backpack on my body, and gave me a business card, and told me to be careful, because the route I want to travel in the wild is too dangerous, and few "travelers" will choose, and if there is any accident, call the number on the business card.

I was moved, my impression of Hunan people was originally good, and the driver's advice made me feel a little good. According to the agreement, after I paid him the pre-negotiated charter money, I didn't let him find me the extra change.

The old driver happily accepted the "tip", and did not forget to remind me when he left, beware of tomb robbers in the mountains.

As I watched the taxi leave, I shook my head and sighed as the tomb robber he was referring to was about to become my new identity.

After the taxi left, I was left alone, but fortunately, the beautiful scenery around me distracted me from my loneliness. All around me was a mountain with the exception of the man-made road where I came. It is very close to Guilin, and this landform is spread all over Guilin, so it has the reputation of Guilin's best landscape in the world.

After resting at the foot of the mountain, you will continue to see the beautiful scenery around you and head towards the location indicated on the map.

It was only when I actually climbed up that I realized the hardships of the Long March, which were covered with dense cedar trees and thorns, and it took me a lot of effort to separate them.

Along the way, I became more and more convinced that the road map in my hand was processed, and it was obvious that this route and even the imperial tomb that made me have a strong curiosity had been there in advance, perhaps by the second uncle himself. I don't know why I was asked to put something like "Zhenlongsha" in my backpack in the hand-drawn drawing since they had all been there before.

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Near noon, I arrived at my destination. In front of me was still the same cedar forest, with some dwarf shrubs in between, and the sunlight hit me through the gaps between the leaves, and the shadows of the leaves were swaying.

After carefully checking around for four weeks, I was surprised to find something!

Three meters away from me, a crack appeared in the grass under the cedar forest, like a sinkhole out of thin air.

From my vantage point, the crack was about twenty meters long to the left and right, and the ends of the two sides were hidden in the surrounding bushes and thatch. I found that the location of the crack was the widest part of the crack, about five meters, and the width extended to the sides and became narrower and narrower. Sunlight refracted through the trunk of the tree to the edge of the cliff, and the location of the crack was a little more convex than where I had stood, and if I didn't look closely or wasn't very close, I couldn't have noticed the crack at all.

What warns me is that a rope is tied to the root of a tall fir tree in front of me, which runs forward along the grass and leads to the dark depths of the crack!