Huang Zhenmin took the five of us and walked for about twenty minutes. Finally stopped in a dark hallway. Of course. I can't describe exactly how this corridor is different. Anyway, I feel like these corridors are all the same. It's long and dark.

Huang Zhenmin stopped at the edge of a wall. Then he knocked on the wall, nodded and said, "Behind this wall is the most central room."

I looked around. There's no entrance around. He asked, "But there's no entrance." What a neat thing?"

My voice just fell. The Drought Fish walked up. A kick on this wall. There are many cracks in this wall. Then the drought fish shouted again. A punch was slammed into this wall. I didn't expect the wall to fall with a bang. A large hole is exposed. The dwarf smiled back and said, "Isn't there an entrance?"

"I'll go. You're a mess." I looked at the slightly violent drought. I looked at the wall again. I'm going to go inside. The wall is twenty centimeters thick. He even let the drought fish open a big hole with one punch and kick. This girl is really perverted. It is estimated that the drought is also very confident in itself. The first to walk in. We hurried in.

It's pretty big. I guess it's half the size of a basketball court. It's empty though. Nothing.

"Where's the entrance? Is there anything else that can't be done?" I looked at Huang Zhenmin and asked. Now among us, he is the most familiar with these tombs. Also the one with the most voice.

Huang Zhenmin shook his head. He frowned tightly and said, "Something is wrong. It's not like an entrance."

"Empty. It's usually a secret way or something. It doesn't have to be." As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a buzzing sound in my ears. I was shocked. Hurry up and take the flashlight and shine it. Grandma. At this time, there were countless dense holes in the wall opposite us. These small holes are about the size of a thumb. Tiny bees burrow out from the inside.

"Not good. It's a killer bee. Run." After Huang Zhenmin finished speaking, he turned around and ran out first. This guy has a very sharp hand. I don't see any fifty or sixty people. Then Wu Zhicong. I. Dream old. All ran out. Drought and Mrs. Hu didn't come out. Mrs. Hu snorted inside. The sound of this sound in my ears shook my ears and made my ears hurt. And the killer bees staggered in the air one by one and fell to the ground. It's like a burp.

That's when I realized. There's the monster head of the third master Hu. Although only two or three percent of the strength. But isn't it like playing against this ordinary killer bee? After the killer bees were all killed, Huang Zhenmin looked at these killer bees with an obsessive face. "These killer bees have been around for thousands of years. I don't know how to survive. Is there any mechanism in there? What have they eaten for so long......." a series of questions were asked. He's just like the neuroscientists on TV. I'm thinking hard. But in the end, no answer was reached.

As a result, he could only sigh at the magic of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. Actually, this room is quite dangerous. It's a killer bee. And there are many of them. Not to mention ordinary grave robbers. Even people like me and Wu Zhicong who are good at strange arts are here, and it is impossible to escape. After all, there are a lot of traps in the corridor outside.

We touched it in that little room. Finally found a relatively bulge in a corner. Thumb-sized stones. Press down. There was a staircase in the middle of the room. The staircase is about a meter wide. All the way to the underground. I don't know what's underground.

Of course. International. It's still the drought. It's not that we're afraid of death. It's that the drought is invulnerable anyway. Powerful again. It's going to be the front. Dryfish go ahead. The five of us hurriedly followed. This passage is quite narrow. Actually, I can't figure out why these tombs need to build these passages or something. Of course, part of it is trying to confuse the tomb robbers. But what's going on with this ladder? The same is true of Guiguzi's tomb. I really don't understand what these people think. Isn't it clear that the road is being built for the tomb robbers? After all, who will enter his tomb except the tomb robbers? Ahem. Archaeologists are about the same. The only biggest difference is that archaeologists can dig the tomb on a large scale.

In contrast, I feel that tomb robbers are actually more respectful of the tomb owner. After all, it doesn't matter what you have. At the very least, your bones and grave will survive. The tomb robbers also took some of the previous things. And the archaeologists are really plucking their feathers. Dig your grave on a large scale. Valuable to get on display. Even the bones of the dead will not be spared. Also take it to the museum exhibition. In contrast, the grave robber is as cute as the deceased's own son.

I thought about it for a while. I walked for about half a minute to get to the next floor. One of my thoughts was also shattered. Before, I heard Huang Zhenmin say that this mausoleum has five floors. I also want the mardrum to make a big hole directly in the ground. Then jump straight into the next layer. Now it seems that this layer is really not as deep as usual.

When you enter this second floor, it turns out to be a small room. This room is not the same as the rooms on the first floor. Bare. Rather, there is a lot of furniture. It looks like a woman's dwelling in ancient times. The room was quite big. It's about 300 square meters. The walls are also covered with various paintings. On the far right of our exit is a bed. The middle of the room is very wide. The floor is also paved with smooth bluestone slabs. Very clean.

"Damn. Got rich. This is the real handiwork of XX chicks eating Mitu. And this urinal. The products of the Qin Dynasty. And this chair. Got rich. Got rich. This and this ......"

As soon as Huang Zhenmin entered this room, he was like a nervous disorder. Pointing at something, he rolled his eyes and screamed stupidly. Just finished looking at his night pot and went to see the chair. Looking at him, I looked at him with contempt for a while and said, "Hey, hey. Brother Huang. You are steady and focused. You're one of the best people in the grave robbery industry. Just a little antique calligraphy and painting will make you like this?"

Huang Zhenmin was still rolling his eyes. He's about to foam at the mouth when he looks like that. He said, ". You know what. A tattered vase from the Qing Dynasty is now worth millions. The Qing Dynasty was only a few hundred years old. But this is from the Qing Dynasty. This urinal. I'm telling you. Just take it out and be absolutely priceless. Want to buy. If there are eight figures missing, he won't hold him. If you hype it, it can even reach nine figures."