One Thousand and Fifty-Four: The Divine Dragon's Severed Head

When the aftermath of the explosion passed, Wu Lin and I quickly crawled in front of the cave and injected the flashlight into it.

Not only was the crushed soil layer blown apart, but the mud layer and clay layer closer to the surface of the ancient mound were also broken out of a large gap, and the smell of gunpowder and blood overflowed.

The light pierced through the dust and fog that had not yet completely dissipated, illuminating a piece of metal at the bottom of the antique, and because the cracked layer of the crushed soil was not large enough, the board was not fully exposed, and all I could see now was a small area of the board, and it was impossible to judge its exact size.

It can be seen that there are some things on the board, and the nicks are very clear, but because there are a lot of stones scattered on it, the specific content of the relief cannot be seen.

Wu Lin gestured the size of the crack with his hand and frowned: "Blow it up again?" ”

I waved my hand: "This place has been around for a long time, it's not so solid, and if you have another grenade, the whole space will collapse." ”

With that, I took out all the tools I needed to dismantle the mechanism from my backpack and burrowed headfirst into the hole in the top of the tomb.

Even though the hole was widened a little by the explosion just now, its diameter was still no more than half a meter, so I could only stand upright and stand upside down, and when the soles of my feet were about to go down into the hole, Wu Lin tied my ankles with steel cables so that he could pull me out later.

When I got to the bottom of the cave, I first cleared the falling stones from the metal plate with my hands, and then had the opportunity to carefully observe the relief patterns on it.

At this time, I was presented with an eagle's claw with extremely delicate carving, with four toes, three in front and one in the back, and the lines on the blade and ankle were very realistically depicted.

The strange thing is that the metal plate itself has been blown out of the gap by the grenade, but the eagle claw relief on it is completely undamaged, and it is still very clear.

I took the spatula and scraped it twice on the sheet and the relief, and sniffed the blade near the tip of my nose.

This board as a whole is made of a relatively soft special meteorite iron, and what came out of the thief cave before was not the smell of blood, but the unique smell of meteoric iron.

The relief is made of bronze mixed with chrome, and the material is exactly the same as the famous Goujian sword of King Yue in China.

"What's going on?" Probably worried about my safety, Wu Lin shouted outside the thief cave.

I responded: "There is no abnormality for the time being, I want to get through this board to see what is underneath, and then I only need to shake my legs, which means that there is an accident, you quickly pull me up." ”

As I spoke, I took out a small file, first punched a few grooves in the board made of meteoric iron, and then poured a small bottle of acid from the toolbox into the groove.

It didn't take long for several grooves to melt through, and the acid inside was running out.

Acid is a technical job, one less point, the board can't melt through, one more portion, the acid will fall below, the light one burns the things below, and the heavy one touches the deadly mechanism under the board. In order to practice this skill, there is a very important premise, that is, you must be lucky.

I did rely on luck, and honestly, in my imagination, this board should be a little thicker.

Looking through the small hole in the board, I could roughly see that the space under the board was slender and long, and it should be a coffin. This board turned out to be a coffin lid.

The coffin contained something, but it was impossible to see what it was because it was covered with a thick layer of soil.

I first filed the bronze talons little by little with a file mixed with diamond and steel grit, and then pressed my hand against the board and pressed it harder.

Because the board has been eroded by acid a circle of small holes, just such a force, I heard a crisp sound of "click", and the board was suddenly crushed out of a hole more than half a meter wide.

Then there was another muffled thud, and the crushed sheet metal fell to the bottom of the coffin.

I watched very carefully inside the coffin to make sure that no mechanism had been touched, so I shrunk my shoulders and went straight into the coffin.

At the moment, my actions are really a bit risky, the space in the coffin is very small, and I can't use my hands and feet, and in case of danger, it is difficult for me to get out.

Wu Lin then saw my actions with a flashlight, and shouted outside the cave: "Be careful! ”

"Don't worry."

I casually responded, raising my hand to sweep away the dust from the bottom of the coffin.

There was nothing else in the coffin, just two stained robes, the surface of which had been embalmed and not very bad, but it was no longer possible to discern by the smell whether the large patches of mottled stains on the robes were blood or some other liquid.

In the cramped coffin, I could clearly hear the sound of the wind and feel the cool breeze coming from the bottom of the coffin, and there was a bit of moisture in the wind.

I estimate that there should be a relatively long tunnel under this coffin, and at the end of the corridor, there is a river vein below.

However, although the wind could be felt, the bottom of the coffin was completely sealed and there were no obvious openings.

When I found the vent on the roof of the mound, I found a problem, that is, the ghost eye could not see the deepest part of the ancient mound with the help of those two holes, nor could it see the coffin lid under the layer of broken soil.

But the oxygen in the burial chamber is indeed transported through the bottom of the coffin and the ventilation hole.

My guess is that there should be a very fine layer of filtration around the bottom of the coffin and in the layer of debris, which is not absolutely transparent enough to block the vision of the ghost eye, but not the air circulation.

With this in mind, I twisted around and looked closely at the four edges of the bottom of the coffin, and sure enough, I found a gap filled with sand cotton and charcoal.

I thrust my fingers into the gap, trying to push in different directions, and when I lifted my fingers up, the coffin wall above the gap shook, and the rust layer was crushed and cracked from the top of the coffin wall.

This coffin wall should be a secret door, after so many years, the door has not been opened, resulting in the mechanism on the top of the door has rusted, and it really takes some effort to open it.

And this discovery also confirmed my previous suspicion, that Glamor's parents did not arrive at this tomb, or they did enter, but did not find this secret door.

But I still can't figure out why Yanyu's parents lost their longevity.

I repeatedly applied force, using intermittent pressure to crush the rust layer that had condensed on the top of the door, until the gap between the secret door and the opening reached a height of more than a meter, I took out the trekking hammer and steel nails from my backpack, drove the steel nails into the stone wall close to the secret door, and used the nail head to support the pillar of the secret door.

"Put a tightrope down, and I'll go ahead and have a look!" I turned around and yelled at the outside of the cave.

Wu Lin's voice came from outside: "What's the situation inside?" ”

"Find a secret door, there is a corridor behind the door, I'll go in first to see if I can get through."

As soon as the words fell, he felt his ankles loosen, and Wu Lin let go of the steel cable.

I immediately crawled out of the secret door and moved some distance deeper.

The corridor connected to the secret door is conical as a whole, and the space becomes more and more open until I can stand up completely, and the length of the steel cable is also coming to an end, Wu Lin refuses to let go of the steel cable, and I can't continue to move forward.

The air was non-toxic, the oxygen content was normal, and I was sure that the environment here was safe, so I turned back and brought Wu Lin and Yanyu in.

The hole and the secret door were too narrow, and Rain's puppet would definitely not be able to move, so we had to talk about it before he agreed to let me transport the puppet into the tunnel first, and then he would follow.

The puppet is not only the last token of the Yanjia inheritance, but also a psychological support, since the puppet came to my hands, Yanyu is obviously more nervous than before, and the moment before entering the secret door, his legs are still trembling.

It wasn't until I returned the doll to him that he breathed a sigh of relief: "If I don't have this thing, I really can't do it." When I was in the coffin, I was on the verge of collapse. ”

I couldn't help laughing: "When I first entered the industry, I was about the same as you are now, and when I see more in the future, I will naturally not be afraid." ”

Probably getting acquainted with us, Yanyu has now become more honest: "I really don't have enough experience in this area. ”

Wu Lin, who had just crawled out of the secret door, interjected: "You just say that you have enough experience in what aspect?" ”

Yanyu reflexively spit out two words: "Karakuri ......", he glanced at me as he spoke, and then changed his tone: "The experience of barbecue...... Foot! ”

There's nothing wrong with that.

In fact, his baked potatoes are quite delicious to eat.

Wu Lin didn't pay any attention to him, picked up the flashlight, and flashed the light forward.

The road is obviously artificial, the walls are very rounded, and there are no naturally occurring stalactites in sight, and its length is more than 500 meters, and the ghost eye cannot see its end in the dark.

Wu Lin swept the light a few times repeatedly, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This is quite a big project, and the people of the Lao Yan family really have a heart." ”

I heard Yan Yu say: "This underground tomb was not built by our old Yan family, listen to my father, our ancestors back then...... That is, Yanshi, originally wanted to build a small family tomb here, but he didn't expect to dig a fairly large crypt when digging the ground, and now this tomb is rebuilt on the basis of the crypt. To say that this crypt was originally a real dragon treasure cave, but unfortunately the dragon was cut off and became a big murderer's cave, so after this place was rebuilt, our old Yan family has not been buried here. ”

Wu Lin asked casually: "No one has been buried here, whose coffin was it just now?" ”

Yanyu just shook his head: "Listen to my father, after Yanshi finished transforming the tomb, he once put a dragon coffin underground. The coffin we saw before should be the one left by Yanshi, not for burial, but for dragon pressing. ”

Hearing this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and I immediately spoke: "What did you just say?" ”

Yan Yu was a little confused: "What is the coffin used to press the dragon?" ”

"No, go further. What does it mean to have a severed head of a dragon? ”

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