Duan Jinming thought about it, while tying the rope to the pillar beside him, tying it tightly, and after pulling it a few more times, after confirming that there was no problem, his calm eyes looked at Fu Xin, and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid?" ”

"I'm scared to death." Fu Xin pulled the corners of his mouth, held his forehead and sighed, "Climb the rope and go down?" Well, out of the way. ”

Anyway, there is no problem with Duan Jinming dragging a lot of times, and it should be fine.

But in the next second, Duan Jinming directly hugged her waist tightly and climbed down the rope.

"The last general shoulders the responsibility of escorting, and he still can't be lazy."

Immediately afterwards, I heard him say, "If you really fall, you can still have a backrest." ”

Fu Xin's eyelids jumped, he was worthy of Jing Che's little soul, and even the words he said were the same.

The two of them continued to hold their breath, they didn't feel much of the smell above, but once it slowed down, the smell seemed to get heavier and heavier, and it seemed that they had to try to hold their breath until they reached the exit.

Fortunately, Duan Jinming said that the rope climbing technique was still very stable, and later Fu Xin suddenly found out that he was climbing the rope with one hand, and immediately took the initiative to hug him tightly like an octopus, so that he could concentrate his hands on the rope.

With such a hug, Duan Jinming's heart beat fast, and of course, the movements in his hands did not slow down.

Such a process is long, but what really happened to Duan Jinming and Fu Xin was actually less than ten seconds.

The pungent smell was getting closer and closer, Fu Xin accidentally didn't hold his breath, and he already had a dizzy and chest tightness reaction in just a moment.

In fact, if you look closer, the metal table at the edge of the mercury pool is quite wide, and as long as there is no accident, you will not fall.

Duan Jinming asked Fu Xin to walk in front and behind himself.

The two walked all the way to the direction of the door along the circular metal platform by the pool, during which Fu Xin almost collapsed because of dizziness, but fortunately, Duan Jinming's balance was very good, and he immediately pulled her back with half his arms around her waist, except for being frightened, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Just as Duan Jinming pressed the switch of the door, the poison pool behind him suddenly heated up, the mercury evaporated, and the smell suddenly became stronger.

Duan Jinming and Fu Xin immediately entered another door and hurriedly closed the door.

It's finally safe now.

The two, who had been holding their breath for a minute or two, breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, they came to the Mausoleum of Emperor Wu.

Compared with the glamorous and cheap gold, silver and jewelry outside, the funeral goods here are obviously simple and not pretentious.

Sharp swords hung on the walls.

"It was a sword made by Emperor Wu to celebrate his achievements after he led his army to repel the foreign tribes invading from the northwest."

Fu Xin was embarrassed: "You are quite suitable to be a tour guide." ”

"Tour guide?" Duan Jinming was a little puzzled.

Fu Xin explained casually: "It's to take people on a tour of the mountains and rivers." ”

Duan Jinming understood in his heart and nodded: "That's really suitable, I'll be your tour guide in the future." ”

Fu Xin: How did "......" seem to have accidentally entered a strange topic?

Hey, it's not appropriate to talk in front of the coffin.

As soon as he thought so, Duan Jinming went to worship his ancestors, how did the people of this dynasty worship their ancestors, Fu Xin didn't know, he just stood aside and looked at it, Duan Jinming's expression was extraordinarily pious.

She turned her head and saw a scroll of books on the ground, and couldn't help but be a little curious, but she didn't expect that this martial emperor's funeral goods were quite book-scented.

Fu Xin couldn't help but walk towards the book, and saw a few words in his eyes: Prime Minister Wenjun

Sniff?

The surname was so rare for her that she could only think of Wen Feng.

Seeing that Duan Jinming had finished worshipping his ancestors, Fu Xin said with a little surprise: "Is it very common to hear this surname, it is written here that Prime Minister Wen Jun, well, to be honest, I have only seen Wen Feng and Wen Wen when I am so old." ”

Duan Jinming's eyes darkened, and his throat was suddenly blocked as if he couldn't speak.

But he didn't want to hide it.

"That's Wen Feng's father, the last prime minister of the previous dynasty, Wen Jun."