Qin Feng said slowly: "If I guess correctly, this black bamboo ditch should be the sacrificial pit of the ancient Shu Kingdom in the past. In ancient times, as long as it was a place for blood sacrifices, there would be five spiritual pillars carved from Tianxin Rock, and the prayers and totems of the sacrifice were engraved on them. ”

The carvings here are very peculiar, and Qin Feng touched the patterns on the stone pillars. "These patterns are cleverly connected together, which is equivalent to a dark groove for drainage."

"Drainage?" I don't know much about the ancient sacrificial culture, I only know that living people will be used to sacrifice to the gods, but more specifically, I don't know.

"They were sacrificed alive by their clansmen or slaves. Tie the living to these stone pillars, and use a knife to cut a hole in the back of the neck that leads to the center of the foot, and blood will flow down the grooves of these patterns. ”

"That blood went into the ground?" I heard Qin Feng say that all the blood was flowing down the pillar, and he immediately took two steps back.

"No, there is a trough under this pillar, which is connected to the middle of the sacrificial pit. There's a pool of blood, and the blood slowly seeps into the ground. Suddenly, Qin Feng paused, "Could it be ........"

I suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said, "Blood and soil here." ”

"Yes, the blood and soil here are provided by thousands of years of blood sacrifices."

I suddenly felt a chill, the ancient Shu Kingdom has been sacrificing for thousands of years, and I don't know how many people have been killed. A place of such a mass murder will gather a lot of resentment, and the longer it passes, the easier it will be for this place to raise bloody corpses.

"This pattern is ......." The fat man looked at the pillar for a long time, then turned his head to us and said, "This pattern seems to be an evil god." It seems to be ...... Cadaveric pulling. ”

A few of us were stunned for a moment, sacrificial corpses? How could it be. Although I have also heard that some ethnic minorities will sacrifice some evil gods and pray for protection, and even some places in Miaojiang will also sacrifice Chiyou, but it is impossible to sacrifice a zombie.

It is recorded in ancient books that the corpse is the ancestor of the zombie, and after being killed in the battle of the deer, the corpse is not destroyed, and can fly to the sky, and there are frequent droughts and floods in the places it passes. Although there will be zongzi in the ancient tomb, at most they are black and white, and blood corpses are even more rare, not to mention the legendary corpses.

The fat man looked at it for a while and felt impatient, "Hey, don't look at it, this thing can't be moved, it's better to go out quickly, soak for a while, I will lose my shell fat master." ”

When I think about it, too, this kind of thing doesn't have any value at all. When I was wiping the lenses and water, I saw Qin Feng suddenly kneel down, kowtow to the stone pillar, and then stood up and began to walk forward with an indifferent face.

We looked at each other, and no one knew what Qin Feng was doing just now. They looked at each other a few times, but they didn't see anything, so they packed up their things and walked forward.

Qin Feng hides too many secrets that I don't know, whether it is what he said before that I am different from Junko, or that weird tattoo, and his current behavior, it always makes me feel that he has a lot of secrets.

By the time I walked out of Heizhugou, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. I thought I would be able to come out in two or three hours, but I didn't expect to walk for more than ten hours. We didn't eat anything along the way, and we were already sleepy.

When I saw the sun again after more than ten hours, I really felt like I was in a different world. Qin Feng spread out the map translated from silk at the mouth of the valley, took out the compass and compared it, pointed to a mound of three or four hundred meters in front of him, and said, "That's it, Shimen Pass." ”

I saw this map on the train, but the second uncle's picture was really not very good, I took it and looked at it for a long time and didn't see why, so I handed it to Qin Feng. The location marked on the map is the northern slope of this stone gate pass.

Although this stone gate is much smoother, for us now, it is all supported by the will to climb up. The clothes on his body were sunburned, emitting a sour smell.

By the time we lay on the top of the mountain, it was already two hours later. Junko beckoned us to pick up branches and build a bonfire. There are no forest rangers here, so we don't have to worry about getting caught.

At first, I felt embarrassed, but the clothes on my body were wet and sticky, and finally I simply took them off and hung them on the shelf next to the bonfire to bake.

My feet were swollen like water-filled pork, and the skin had been worn out by the boots, and now it was itching again when it was sun, and Junko saw that I couldn't stop scratching it with my hands, so she chewed the tobacco in her mouth and put it on my feet. At first, it was a hot pain, but after ten minutes, I felt a lot more comfortable.

After simply cooking some somen noodles and eating them, we climbed into our sleeping bags and started to catch up on sleep. There are no wild beasts during the day, and there is a campfire nearby, so there is no need to leave anyone to guard it.

I fell asleep within a minute of lying in my sleeping bag, which is not very hot in the October sun, but it is easy to get drowsy. I slept until about four o'clock in the afternoon, and when I got up, I saw that the three fat men had already gotten up and were studying the map with them.

Cave exploration positioning is a skill that every Tufuzi must learn, those who dominate one side of the big scoop handle, are proficient in finding the dragon point of the master, often according to the trend of the mountains and rivers can judge the location of the mausoleum, and even according to the color and smell of the soil brought up by the Luoyang shovel, you can determine the depth of the dynasty of the ancient tomb.

In fact, Luoyang shovel is really used for tomb robbery is also a matter of nearly a hundred years, often the master disdains to use, when the blue-eyed old nine in the thirteen gates of Hanlong, with only a pair of eyes, can find the tomb from the growth of grass and trees.

Qin Feng got up and walked a few laps on the top of the mountain, looked at the mountain streams of the two mountains in the distance, and took out the map to compare. With a sapper shovel in his hand, he digs a shovel into the ground every few steps.

It's the first time I've seen Tufuzi probe the acupoint, squatting on the side, looking at it with a mouthful of dried meat and a sip of wine. Ten minutes later, Qin Feng walked over, waved his hand and said it's okay.

I hurriedly got up and took a look, only to see that on the ground, with the help of the mountain, a place more than 30 meters long and seven or eight meters wide was drawn, and there were some small lines inside. On the north side of the figure, the symbol of a gate is drawn.

"This ancient Shu king doesn't look very rich, and this tomb is too small." The fat man looked at the outline of the ancient tomb and said disappointedly.

"This is not a diagram of the underground palace, this tomb is very strange, this is just a tomb door. It is estimated that the entire underground palace is at the bottom of the mountain. Qin Feng said lightly.

When the fat man heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, "This tomb gate is so big, it is estimated that this underground palace will not be small." Hurriedly beckoned Junko to start playing the robbery hole.