Shen Dali came to my side at some point, and said to me in a trembling voice: "Fifth brother, I heard it again." You say, could it be haunted? ”

I shook my head and asked, "We've had a lot of fights, have you ever seen a ghost?" ”

Shen Dali shook his head, nodded again, and said, "Fifth brother, if you haven't seen it, you don't necessarily really don't have it." ”

When I say that there are ghosts here, I am also skeptical, not completely denial.

I thought it was the wind, but the wind shouldn't have so many different scales.

Perhaps because of the amphetamine injection, the scene from the ghost movie appeared uncontrollably in my mind: a female ghost dressed in red was standing somewhere in this passage, combing her hair to cover her face, and singing. Her hair fell to the ground in handfuls, and finally she was gone, leaving only her bare neck......

I shuddered and shook my head, not wanting myself to be cranky any longer.

Shen Dali asked me next to me: "You say, could it be that the man in black did the ghost and deliberately scare the two of us?" ”

I tried my best to adjust my state and said to Shen Dali: "No matter what it is, if it's really a ghost, let's beat it up." ”

Shen Dali hurriedly said: "We are not Taoist priests, what are we going to fight?" Take a flashlight or ...... Ah yes, fifth brother, I still have a gourd of cinnabar in my bag. ”

As he spoke, he took out a small gourd the size of a palm from his bag, filled with cinnabar.

In fact, according to the experience passed down from our industry, the best thing to deal with zongzi and evil things in the tomb is the hooves of the black donkey, and I don't know the specific reason, and I haven't studied it deeply.

However, in this era of fraud everywhere, it is difficult to get real black donkey hooves, and it is difficult to keep them well.

Once, when we were fighting, we were unlucky enough to encounter a thousand-year-old white-haired zongzi and almost killed them.

To deal with the dumpling, you have to find a way to pry its mouth open and stuff the black donkey's hooves into it.

However, that zongzi is so powerful that we are all too busy running for our lives to pry someone's mouth.

At that time, it was also a coincidence that two large jars of cinnabar were distributed in the left and right ear chambers of the ancient tomb, and Liu Fatzi overturned the two large jars to block the road in order to block the white-haired zongzi.

As a result, cinnabar flowed all over the ground, burying half of the calf of the white-haired zongzi.

The zongzi that came into contact with the cinnabar suddenly stopped, and after tossing for a while, it fell down, and it didn't take long for the white hair to disappear, and the skin and flesh quickly dried up, turning into a dried corpse.

After that, we made a few more attempts and determined that cinnabar could also be used against zongzi and was easy to buy and carry, so we replaced the black donkey's hooves with cinnabar.

Every time we go down, each of us will bring a small gourd cinnabar for emergency times to save lives.

After Shen Dali's reminder, I hurriedly opened my backpack and took out the cinnabar of my small gourd.

Although I can still hear the strange singing in my ears, I hold the cinnabar in my hand, and my heart is much more steady.

I said to Shen Dali, "Let's go." ”

Shen Dali held a flashlight in one hand and a gourd in the other, and nodded at me.

I shook my head helplessly, took the first step in front of Shen Dali, and continued to move forward vigilantly.

Listening to the strange singing voice in our ears became clearer and clearer, Shen Dali and I walked cautiously, not only to be wary of traps and traps, but also to worry that we would run into ghosts at any time.

After about a hundred more steps, we came across a fork in the road.

One path is to continue forward, also a passage surrounded by smooth bricks; The other path is a stone staircase that rotates upwards.

At the fork in the road, the eerie singing was so clear that I could even tell it was coming from the stone steps.

Shen Dali asked me which way to go, and after a little hesitation, I decided to step on the stone steps to see what was going on first, to determine what the song was coming from.

Shen Dali didn't seem very reluctant, but he didn't object, but he looked extremely uneasy.

Shen Dali is not Shen Dadao, and it is impossible not to be afraid of the unknown. Let him be a forcemaker, let him find someone to fight, he is good at it, and I still have to take the lead in exploring the unknown.

I said to him, "Follow me, and if I find something wrong, I'll tell you right away, and you'll run back." ”

Shen nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, fifth brother." ”

I carefully placed my feet on the stone steps, gradually increasing the force to make sure that there was no mechanism, and then continued to walk up.

I listened to the strange singing in my ears, suppressed the irritability in my heart, and walked with great care at every step.

I hadn't been up the stairs for long before I suddenly felt a wind blowing down from above, blowing on me, making me feel chills in my body.

Looking up in confusion, I saw that there were many small round holes in the ceiling of my head, of different sizes.

The wind blew in from the cave, and the sound came from there.

I exhaled secretly, knowing that it was purely myself who was scaring myself just now, and there were no female ghosts at all.

The size of the round hole is different, so the sound of the wind is different, so there are different scales.

I told Shen Dali about this discovery, but he didn't relax, but asked me: "If it's not haunted, why can you hear the sound when you take a step forward, but you can't hear it when you take a step back?" ”

I frowned and pondered for a moment, then I thought of the principle of the sound bar.

The sound wall is made of grinding bricks and joints, creating a smooth plane that is conducive to sound wave reflection.

The sound wall is a regular circular walled building, and the sound transmission effect is very good, and although this channel is not as good as the sound wall, it can still play a role in reflecting sound waves.

With such a clever structure here, I really can't figure out what such a layout does.

After listening to my explanation, Shen Dali breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "I'll just say, how can there be ghosts in this world?" ”

I said in my heart: I just said that if you haven't seen a ghost, you don't have a ghost, isn't it you kid?

I knew he couldn't see it, but I still gave him a roll of the eye.

Shen Dali pointed to the top of his head and asked, "Fifth brother, could these holes above be ventilation holes?" ”

I shook my head and said, "Absolutely impossible." In order to preserve the body of the deceased and the integrity of the burial goods, the ancients would do their best to isolate the air from the tomb. I now suspect more and more that this underground palace is not the real tomb at all. If these holes were not dug by bugs, rats, or snakes, they must have been deliberately set up by the designers of this dungeon. It's just that I can't think of what such a design can do. ”

Shen Dali said: "It doesn't matter if he is an ancient tomb or not, we are here to find Liu Fatzi, right, fifth brother." When we find the grandson, we will go out and never come in again. ”

I nodded, didn't say anything more, and secretly prayed for Liu Fatzi in my heart, hoping that he would be safe and sound.

Shen Dali asked me, "Shall we continue to go up, or shall we go down now?" ”

After a moment's thought, I replied, "We're halfway there, so let's go up and have a look." ”

So, we continued to walk upward.

Suddenly, Shen Dali and I both stood still, staring at each other speechlessly, listening attentively.

We both heard the voices, and although they weren't particularly clear, I was sure that it was definitely the fat man Liu scolding his mother.