In the belly of Python Mountain, in the long and lonely tomb, Li Zhanwen held a torch in one hand, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the other hand, although he had been mentally prepared, but since he entered this mausoleum three hours ago, the hellish scene he saw along the way was beyond the scope of his heart, if it wasn't for such a reassuring young man by his side, he would have been so frightened that he had a nervous breakdown. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He saw many corpses, died in the graves or chambers in all sorts of unbelievable ways, and at first it made him feel like his heart was going to stop, but by the time he had become numb enough to ignore them.

Of course, the harvest along the way was also very rich, they entered many small tombs, the young man told Li Zhanwen that he could take the funeral goods here, Li Zhanwen took some beautifully carved trinkets, and did not touch those really valuable pottery and bronzes.

This is actually not surprising, as the saying goes, "prosperous antiques, troubled gold", at that time the situation had just stabilized, although it was not a troubled era, but the civil war had just ended, the land of China had been baptized by war, and it was by no means a prosperous age, plus it had just been founded, the market-oriented economy had not yet been established, although there were antique transactions, but it was also limited to those big cities in Shanghai and Beijing, such as the poor countryside of Python River, I had never even heard of it, even if it was a porcelain dug out of the ground, it was also used as an ordinary household property, It is said that one or twenty years ago, a farmer in Ruzhou turned out a stack of porcelain bowls from the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty when he was plowing, and several of them were broken at that time, and the rest were sold to an antique dealer by him at a price of 100 yuan, and those bowls have no problem selling for 1.8 million yuan now.

Li Zhanwen is just a farmer, he can't read a few words in his life, where can he see the value of these antiquities, even if you really tell him that this thing is worth a lot of money, he will never believe it, even if he believes it, he can't find a way to sell it.

Moreover, the volume of these antiquities is relatively large, and it is not convenient to carry, so in comparison, those small objects made of gold and white jade can attract Li Zhanwen more, but later those things were also sold by Li Zhanwen to a few outsiders at a very low price, which is no different from giving them away for nothing.

Speaking of this, the girl couldn't help but sigh a long sigh, and said with regret that if her grandfather really brought back any valuable antiques at that time, or the small objects brought out of the mausoleum were not deceived by those outsiders, then their family would not have had to make a living by selling mutton soup in the early years, but after thinking about it, even if her grandfather really brought back any antiques, he would have been smashed by the Red Guards during the ten years of the Cultural Revolution, where could he keep it for sale later?

To get back to the point, although this journey was terrifying, but there was no danger, the young man was hurrying away, and chatted with Li Zhanwen without a ride, the purpose was to relieve his nervousness, until the main burial chamber, the two stopped.

It's not so much a tomb, it's a huge underground palace, the two of them stand in this palace, the torch in their hands can illuminate a very limited range, the raging darkness wraps them together with the firelight, this has no effect on the young man living in eternal darkness, but it is extremely fatal for Li Zhanwen, from the narrow tomb suddenly into this incomparably empty underground palace, fear and suppressed emotions instantly wrapped him, so that the only remaining sense of security in his heart was immediately disillusioned, Unconsciously trying to find something to rely on, his hand pressed on the handle of the shotgun he was carrying behind his back.

"There's a lot of murals on the walls, right?" The young man asked suddenly.

Li Zhanwen's nerves were already tense to the extreme, and when the young man suddenly asked this, his body trembled suddenly, and he almost jumped up, and he slowed down for a while before he walked to the nearest wall, and under the faint light of the fire, he saw that there were really some murals on this wall, no, to be exact, some thick and disorganized lines outlined with paint.

"There's a mural here." Li Zhanwen greeted, in fact, he was very strange why the young man would know that there would be many murals on this wall, but he couldn't bear to ask, because he knew that if it was something he wanted to know, the young man would always explain before he asked, and what he didn't want to know, even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer.

"Can you paint these murals on my hands?" As the young man spoke, he stretched out a hand to Li Zhanwen, who looked at the mural for a while, and then traced the lines on the young man's palm with his fingertips.

The cold touch of his fingertips made Li Zhanwen feel a little uncomfortable, but he still stubbornly drew it.

It took the two of them more than two hours to turn around the dungeon, which was a very difficult thing, because the young man asked Li Zhanwen to restore those lines as much as possible, so Li Zhanwen was already tired and sweating after walking in this big circle.

But Li Zhanwen didn't feel tired at all, or rather, his senses were being occupied by something else.

At the beginning of the painting, Li Zhanwen only felt that this was some random random drawing of irregular and rough lines, but later, he suddenly felt that there must be very complex information hidden in the messy lines, although he didn't know anything about all this, but he felt incomparably weird and shocking, to give a not very appropriate example, just like a person who does not believe in Buddhism, in the face of the huge Buddha statue golden body, there will naturally be a sense of awe in his heart.

But Li Zhanwen felt different at the moment, and even he couldn't figure it out clearly, it seemed to be a kind of respect for the most original source of life, which made him unconsciously want to bow down.

Painting and painting, Li Zhanwen was immersed in a state of self-forgetfulness, as if he was in the boundless void, and saw the birth process of everything from nothing, but when he came to his senses, there was nothing left in his mind.

When he finished the last stroke, Li Zhanwen's whole body was completely soaked in cold sweat, he turned his head to look, and found that the young man who had always been calm and light also frowned slightly.

"Do you want to do it all over again?" Li Zhanwen asked. "No need, I've written it all down." The young man shook his head, Li Zhanwen couldn't believe that someone could write down such a huge amount of content in a short period of time just by the brief touch of his fingertips on the palm of his hand, you know, those lines are in a very strict order.

Li Zhanwen suddenly felt that this young man came here for these murals, and at the same time he realized that if he didn't ask anything, he would definitely be suffocated by curiosity, but before he could speak, the young man preemptively said: "These murals contain information left to us by other people, or other civilizations, this is cause and effect, I can't explain it to you, I can only tell you that some people have been on this road for a long time." ”

If I were Li Zhanwen, I would definitely say the last sentence "I don't know how to feel", because this sentence itself contains a lot of information, and more importantly, Li Zhanwen didn't even understand a punctuation mark, but he was also quite self-aware, and when he heard the young man say this, he didn't ask too much.

The two walked all the way to the center of the main burial chamber, and found a strange bronze coffin on a huge stone platform, the coffin was opened, the coffin lid was overturned, and the ground next to the bronze coffin was full of corpses in shabby military uniforms.

Li Zhanwen didn't dare to look at it more, just glanced at it roughly, and there was a "grunt" in his heart, aren't these people the group of tomb robbers in the legend?

The corpses had decayed over time, but a common feature could be seen, they were all facing away from the bronze coffin, as if they were trying to escape far away, but in the end they failed, that is, for them, the danger came from inside the coffin.

What killed them? Li Zhanwen thought about it, feeling a chill down his spine more and more.

"I smell death," the young man asked, "and is there any of these corpses with a big beard?" ”

Li Zhanwen endured his nausea, turned over the corpses one by one with a shotgun, and finally saw a large beard on the face of a dried corpse, "Here." ”

The young man leaned down and reached out to grope for a moment on the corpse's body, and suddenly reached into the corpse's chest, and pulled out something like lightning, which was a square object wrapped in layers of brocade cloth.

The young man unfolded the brocade cloth layer by layer, revealing what was wrapped inside, an old notebook.

The young man gently rubbed the notebook with his palm, then stuffed it into the package he carried with him, and then walked to the side of the bronze coffin, Li Zhanwen glanced into the coffin, and immediately saw that something was wrong - there was nothing in the coffin.

To say that you really saw a very strange corpse, although it was terrifying, it was not too unbelievable, but now this scene is unacceptable, where did the corpse in this coffin go?

Li Zhanwen was thinking so, when he suddenly heard an extremely strange sound from somewhere, it was a wisp of humming, it seemed that the troubadour who was about to die was singing an ethereal song.

It was clearly a woman's voice.

Li Zhanwen panicked instantly, looking around to find the source of the sound, and when his gaze touched the young man, he found that he turned his face in one direction, and the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow arc.

When Li Zhanwen was looking at those murals, he lit all the permanent lamps on the walls around the tomb one by one, and the dim and slightly reddish light filled the entire underground palace, although it was a little dim, but it was enough for him to see everything clearly.

Following the young man's "line of sight", he found that on a stone pillar supporting the underground palace not far away, there was a female corpse with long hair hanging upside down, and this voice came from the mouth of the female corpse, echoing in the empty hall, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

The voice became louder and louder, more and more poignant, like a cold sharp knife slashing Li Zhanwen's heart, and what made him feel even more devastated was that with the increase of this voice, the corrosion of the few corpses in tattered military uniforms just now actually moved, and the bone joints made a "click" sound, crawling towards them......