"It's over!"

The thought flashed in my mind, and then Ping Pong was thrown into the ground, with gold stars in his eyes, and he hit the ground heavily, and suddenly he was paralyzed, and he couldn't use any strength, and he felt better after a long time, and hurriedly touched his mobile phone, and suddenly touched a row of very sharp things, like spears.

I retracted my hand like lightning, took it and turned on the phone light to look at it, and I was immediately frightened.

He was lying on top of a pile of spikes, and there was the shield that was about to come underneath, if it weren't for that, he would have been pierced by a hundred piercings at this moment.

The spear was nailed underneath, more than a meter long, and the interval was only one foot, and if a person fell from below, there was no reason to be spared at all. Just put the shield underneath, and luck can be called against the sky.

Then, cautiously, I poked my head out and looked down, and I was even more excited.

There were several pairs of white bones below, which had fallen from above and been stabbed to death, and if you counted them carefully, there were as many as five.

I should have followed in their footsteps, but I didn't die by mistake.

Looking at these white bones dressed in different ages, I was shocked, I thought wrong, this place has not been sealed in the dust, someone has come in, although I don't know how they got in, but the bones on the ground are wearing obviously modern clothes, which is ironclad evidence.

Especially the top one, wearing a tunic suit, the metal buttons on it are still shining. In addition, there is a body wearing a military coat next to it, which looks like a Japanese military uniform.

I instinctively remembered the Japanese soldiers who had died on the mountain before, hundreds of them went up the mountain, bombs and guns, trying to dig open the emperor's tomb, but almost died overnight, and the remaining dozen or so fled back to the village, and then disappeared without a trace.

I thought they should have failed completely, but now it is not entirely, there is some progress, at least there is a "specimen" left here forever, still an officer.

It's just that I don't know why they suffered a fiasco, all of them died, maybe the things inside were more fierce and dangerous.

After I looked at my surroundings, it was a trap pit, and there was nothing else, and I hurriedly looked up, but now the passage was not straight, but turned a few corners, and I didn't know what was going on or how deep it was.

I suddenly panicked, the mechanism was closed after it was opened, and even if it wasn't closed, the tomb robbers probably wouldn't have much incentive to save me, and the only hope was on Huang Mao.

Otherwise, you will be empty-handed, and you will starve to death if you don't die.

I shouted a few times at the top, hoping that the people above would hear me, and quickly threw a rope down and pulled me up.

But no one responded, only their own voices echoed.

I was in despair, like a wild beast, falling into a trap that had trapped a wild boar.

At this moment, the lighting of my mobile phone swept away, and there was something reflecting under the spikes, and after a careful search, it was now the rotten pocket of the remains in the tunic suit, revealing something similar to a mirror.

My heart moved, the people who can come in and die here are not simple people, ten of them are tomb robbers, and the things they left behind are not ordinary.

Moreover, if the tomb robbers go to the tomb, if it is not necessary, who will bring a useless mirror down, it is definitely not simple.

After a closer look, the Japanese officer in the military coat also had a short blade with a ruler length in his hand, and the shape looked very quaint, slightly upturned, like a bull's horn, narrower than a knife, wider than a thorn.

In addition, there was a cloth bag on the ground, and I don't know which corpse left it, and it was left alone, and there seemed to be something in the bulging inside.

"Catch it, there must be something good!" I thought to myself, but soon I had a hard time, because my hands were not so long, and I didn't have the tools, and I tried to break the thorns, but now I couldn't break them at all.

Looking around, I turned my attention to my belt and keys. The keyring can be straightened to make a simple hook with a strap that allows the hook to go down.

I made a rope hook with a belt and a key ring, hooking the cloth bag first, because it has a tether on it, and it is better to hook it.

I opened it when I hooked it, and now it turned out to be a milky white pearl, and there was a milky white halo on the light, which was the size of the yolk of an egg, and it was definitely a baby.

"Wealthy!"

I secretly rejoice, such a big, round and lustrous perfect pearl, I'm afraid all my possessions are not worth it.

But then I thought about whether I could go out or not, and my sense of joy was diluted a lot.

I checked the bag again, and now it was very smooth, I don't know how long it had been there, it showed no signs of decay, it looked like it was made of some kind of silk, and it was cool in my hand, like a soft stone in the water of a well.

I tied it around the waistband of my trousers, and then fished for a second one, the horn knife.

It looks very sharp, and maybe it will help me climb up from here, if I cut through the blue-striped stone and dig out the "stairs" where I can land.

There is only one place where the horn knife can be hooked, that is, the end of the handle, and there is a ring on it, but it is held in the hand that has turned into white bones, blocking most of it.

The rope hook hooked through, and the bony hand snapped and shattered into several pieces on the ground. The short knife let out a soft groan, and it seemed that the air around it trembled.

"I'll go, it's also a baby!"

I was overjoyed again, Huang Mao told me that a really high-quality weapon would have the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring with a flick of a flick, I had never heard the sound of a dragon and a tiger, but this horn knife seemed to be quite close.

It took a lot of work before I hooked it up.

I hurriedly wiped it with my sleeve, and now the knife was quite heavy, and it was twice as heavy as an iron object of the same size. I don't know what the blade is made of, it is very sharp, black and not reflective, only the handle is made of copper, it should be brass, and a chrysanthemum pattern is carved on it, which is indeed a Japanese thing.

I carefully put it away and went to fish for the mirror.

But this is difficult, the mirror is placed in the pocket of the tunic, there is no place to hook, even if it is hooked, it can't be pulled up, and the wire of the key ring is too small to support too much pulling force.

Helplessly, I looked back at the horn knife that I had just hooked, and if I could cut the pocket of my coat with a short knife, I guess it would be possible.

I immediately cut a strip of cloth on my body, tied the short knife to the belt, and slashed the horned sword against the pocket of my coat repeatedly, and to my surprise, it was cut in a few strokes, and the horn knife was incredibly sharp, and the mirror slipped out of it.

It is a bronze realm, very bright, but obviously not made of glass, the pattern looks very simple, it is definitely an old object, and it can be worth a lot of money when the cultural relics are sold.

There is also a lifting lug at the end of the mirror, and a strip of red cloth is tied to the top of the line.

I hooked it up a few times, and then looked closely, and now the "lens" is not copper, but something similar to jade, and the figure looks a little blurry when it comes out, far less than the current glass mirror, and the other parts are made of bronze, and green rust has grown on it, and even the lines are blurred.

After that, I hung the mirror on the waistband of my trousers, removed the horn knife, stood up carefully, and cut it on the bluestone slab. To my ecstasy, the horn knife cut into the bluestone brick, and it was as if it had been inserted into the dirt, which was very easy.

I immediately started digging up and digging a hole in it that I could step on my toes, and if I dug up one after the other, I would be able to get out.

Of course, the premise is that you have enough physical strength, and you just fell down, ping-pong, and you don't know how high it is.

"Boom!"

"Meng Lei, dead or not?"

But at this moment, there was a rumble from above, as if the bluestone slab had opened, and a familiar voice came down.

I almost burst into tears, Huang Mao, this grandson, came to save me.

"I'm down there, save me!" I shouted.

"Let's throw the rope down, you tie it up and tell me!" Another voice came, it turned out to be nonsense, and he also came in.

The words fell, and a rope slid off it with a "swish". I hurriedly tied the rope around my waist and let it be pulled.

Huang Mao and Hu Lai responded, pulled the rope, and dragged me up step by step.

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