After the costumed laborers filled the wooden shelves, two well-dressed men walked in and drove away the busy laborers.

An elderly man in a gray cloth robe arched his hand to another middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and said, "Lord Sun, do you want to consider this matter?" You must know that once the matter is revealed, it will be killed! ”

I looked up, the gray-robed old man's mouth was a little familiar, but his face was sallow, Yin Tang was black, and his complexion could be seen at a glance, which was very unsatisfactory.

He rubbed his goatee in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then replied to the old man in the gray cloth: "Hmph! The old man has been galloping on the field for decades, and he is still afraid of killing his head? The emperor of the golden dog, Lao Er, was so deceitful that he asked the old man to guard the tomb of the general who swallowed my country for the rest of his life. They really think that I, Sun Muqing, am a person who is afraid of death, and a person who is a wine bag and rice bag! I have endured it for many years, old man, but I just want to find an opportunity! Master Yan, you studied under the famous general of Taosha, and now you are an expert in the field of gold sharing, and you are the leader! It is up to you to preside over the construction of the tomb for the old man, and the old man believes that there will be absolutely no mistakes, and it will be foolproof! Yes! Hahaha......"

Master Sun, who spoke, reluctantly raised his head and laughed twice, probably because he was out of breath too much, choking on his trachea, and then he coughed the stone table.

After calming down his physical discomfort a little, Sun Muqing walked around the tomb leisurely, praised Master Yan again with great satisfaction, and left the tomb.

Seeing that as soon as Master Sun came out of the tomb, he hurriedly went around behind the stone table, and he didn't know what to hide, and put a piece of cloth brocade on the stone table, and pressed it with a Pixiu paperweight. Before leaving, he still felt a little suspicious, and he stared at him and thought for a while, before he hurriedly turned around and chased after Master Sun.

I lay on the ground, my eyes clear, but my heart kept beating the drum. That head of Yan, whether it is the outline of his appearance or the heroic expression between his eyebrows, is very similar to my grandfather.

Pushing it carefully, according to the words of the previous Lord Sun, coupled with the evidence of the construction time of this tomb, it is not difficult to guess that this head of Yan should be Zhao Yanchu, the ancestor of our family who once founded Yan Shaqimen.

In addition, judging from the sporadic conversation he had with Sun Muqing, the ancestor of the Sun family, they must have conspired against something shady, and it was not a trivial matter.

So, the ancestor Zhao Yanchu recorded in the family tree, later disappeared mysteriously and his whereabouts are unknown, will there be a certain connection with this tomb?

I sorted out in my mind all the things I heard about the deeds of my ancestor Zhao Yanchu. But there is no mention of the ancestor Zhao Yanchu's construction of the tomb?

Is it really as Yun Jingjing said, after a few generations, they will forget the original thing? Or is it a false rumor, missing a lot of key information?

It seems that I have to explore this truth myself, and maybe I can really dig out a mysterious case that has been deposited in the long river of history.

I put my thoughts back and looked up to see the stone table. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, what did the ancestor hide behind the stone table in a panic? What happened to the brocade he put on the stone case? Why does it explode when I touch it?

Oops, messy mess, annoying person!

Just like that, a bunch of questions surrounded my mind, giving me a lot of headaches! What drove me even more crazy was that under the influence of the smoke from the tomb, it was as if there was a kind of magic controlling my mind, forcing me to think about all this nonsense again.

At this time, the brocade on the stone platform had burned out, and the billowing green smoke from the tomb was so overwhelming that I was almost suffocated, and everything in front of me began to gradually become blurred.

I raised my head with difficulty and looked at the exit of the tomb, I really hope that a miracle can happen now, I really don't want to die!

"Hey...... Well? ”

Just when I was still dying, desperately preparing to close my eyes and wait for death, I suddenly saw a phantom and hurriedly ran towards me.

That buddy, with a Japanese devil's 95-style gas mask on his head, two big eye patches, and a long nose, in this smoky tomb, not to mention how fucking scary it is.

It actually made me mistakenly think that it was Lord Yama's life-seeking little ghost, and muttered in despair: "Grandma's! This life-reaper who carried the life of Hades came quite quickly! You said you're busy! Can't you fucking wait for Lao Tzu to swallow this breath and come back? Ay...... It's over, it's over! Pity me Zhao Erdou I is famous, this is coming, coming, and letting you pee your pants with such a brute! Dead or not! ”

The phantom squatted down in front of me, grabbed the clothes from my back, and pulled me around him. Then he unscrewed the lid of the kettle in his hand and aimed it at my mouth, and it was a fierce pour. I only felt a foul smell coming from my mouth, which made me choke and gag.

Eh, this smell, don't say I'm not dead, even if I'm dead, I have to be choked by it to come back to life.

I struggled to get rid of the shackles of the "life-seeking little ghost", and I lay on the ground nauseously, vomiting for a while, before I barely came out with a sentence: "Uncle's ......!" Your Meng Po soup is expired food......! This stinks, you even give it back to Lao Tzu to drink! And is there a little public morality! I tell you, don't take bean bags for dry food, I'm dead, wait for the underworld, and still sweep away you cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods! ”

After listening to me, the "life-seeking little ghost" was almost unable to straighten his waist, and even knocked on his thigh and patted the tomb brick, and only after a long time did he reply to me with a whining: "I said Erdou!" You're a man! I was so scared that I peed my pants, and I was still shouting something, I wanted to sweep away all the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods! Don't worry, what Master Dun gave you to drink is not Meng Po soup, it's black dog blood, this thing, no matter what is overdue, just make it! ”

"Well, ...... Dunzi?"

Before I could finish speaking, Dunzi pulled out a gas mask from behind his buttocks, and without saying anything, he put it on my head and said, "Okay, Comrade Erdou, what do you have to say when we get out of this tomb!" It's full of dementor incense, and if we're not careful, we'll both have to braid! ”

After Dunzi finished speaking, he helped me up, and before I could stand firmly, he dragged me and carried me out.

I quickly motioned for him to stop, I was looking for something. Although I have only seen the scene, I still have no idea what is going on. But I assure the old man that everything that has just happened is true!

Although Dunzi wanted to leave here quickly, he couldn't resist me, so he had to help me move step by step behind the stone table.

I carefully knocked and searched the neighborhood for a long time, only to find an extremely obscure compartment under a tomb brick next to the stone table. I carefully removed the partition and found that there was a thick bundle of bamboo slips inside.

Seeing that I had found what I was looking for, Dunzi urged me to leave quickly. I picked up the bundle and held it in my arms. In the interval of turning, my eyes swept the stone table again, the cloth brocade that almost killed me.

"Oh, that's not right!"

I found that after the brocade was burned, instead of turning into ashes, it turned into a piece of rubber paper, and what was even more strange was that the pen on it was actually a topographic map.

"Could it be that the structure of the tomb is drawn on this rubber sheet?"

I muttered quietly, took out a piece of dried donkey skin, carefully wrapped the sallow rubber sheet, and put it in my trouser pocket with the bamboo slip.

Seeing this, Dunzi didn't know why, so his voice changed in fright, and he shouted to me: "Eh, eh! I said Erdou, you are really my ancestor! It's full of dementor incense! Besides, it's just such a piece of rubber paper that I don't know what to do, and it's not worth much, so what are you doing with him! ”

I don't have the strength to explain to him now, so I poked him with my elbow, waved my hand, and motioned for him to hurry up.

Dunzi was helpless and didn't bother to argue with me. He thought I was walking too slowly, so he simply put my arms on his shoulders and carried me away.

It's a back, not to mention how uncomfortable this posture is. I had my arms between his head, my gas mask against the back of his head, my neck up, my feet mopping the floor, and he had dragged me out of the tomb.

Back in the nave of the tomb, the ornaments and items on display are exactly the same as when we came in earlier. Except for the mechanism that ejected from the tomb, nothing else has changed.

Yun Jingjing leaned against a pillar in the cloister of the nave, bandaging the wound on her arm with a triangular bandage carried by the military. She was still gasping for breath when she saw me coming out, and a light smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

To be honest, when I saw Yun Jingjing's knowing smile, my heart melted. I never dreamed I'd ever see her again!

However, I have been wondering in my heart, what the hell is going on, I was looking at her just now, and I fell into the trap of the tomb nave, why now......

By the way, there is also Dunzi, didn't he get the soul incense, his consciousness suddenly changed, and he became a zongzi, how could he suddenly come to save me as if he was nothing?

Dunzi put me next to Yun Jingjing, took off his gas mask, and said with a big gasp: "I usually look at you as thin as a monkey, why do you carry it so heavy!" ”

I leaned against the tomb in the cloister and pointed to the gas mask on my head and replied to him: "You kid don't want to die, didn't you say that this place is full of soul incense, why do you dare to take off the gas mask!" ”

As I spoke, I saw that Yun Jingjing was not wearing a gas mask, and I estimated that they might find two, which were not enough. Anyway, I had already been poisoned by the dementor incense and drank the blood of the black dog, and it was okay to take two sips, so I took off my gas mask and buckled it on Yun Jingjing's head.

She looked disgusted, and while blocking the gas mask with her hand, she replied to me: "Oops! What are you doing? Dementor incense isn't what you think! It is a type of corpse poison that does not spread through the air at all! ”