Seeing the appearance of the golden beard grinding his fists, it seems to be a posture of going to do a big job. Wang Jin couldn't help but be a little puzzled: Could it be that these people are addicted to doing this kind of thing? I suddenly remembered that my attitude towards snakes, if it seemed to outsiders, would it not be a normal person, would it? Why didn't you notice it before! Thinking of Wu Ye's words again, I suddenly had some strange thoughts, what am I for, what do I want to do? Why did Wu Ye say: Go, you'll know when you go?

He was alone there in a daze, but Shao Zhuang, Jin Dabeard and Guan Fatzi were constantly reorganizing their equipment. At this time, in addition to the double-barreled shotgun and bullets, the golden beard thought that he had stepped on a light shoulder bag. It probably contained his ruler and steel claws for climbing walls. Shao Zhuang didn't take apart his green military backpack, he was tall and big, and obviously didn't feel anything about it. Guan Fat Man hung his handful of "Damascus Chinese Food" on his buttocks, and then pulled out a lot of things from his backpack. There were 10 bottles of mineral water alone, and the rest were packed into a thick black plastic band. Wang Jin saw a pile of compressed biscuits and canned food.

When the bearded man saw it, he couldn't help but gasp in his heart. In addition to stealing holes, the most important job of this fat man is logistics support. His bag was clearly what the four men were going to eat later. With such good preparation, it seems that the road ahead is not so simple. He looked at Wang Jin again and walked up to Shao Zhuang: Shao Ye, how far do you estimate to get to the place where the snake stays? This master might as well let him wait here first, how about it.

Shao Zhuang snorted: I said Lao Jin, what's wrong with you. Did Master Wu panic when he wasn't there? Many things are in a hurry, Guan Ye didn't exaggerate with you. The place we came to this time is not a simple cemetery for someone. Every time I came, the situation inside was different. This place, it's really alive. As he spoke, he pulled a pen out of his backpack. It is said that it is a pen, and there is no mistake, the pen barrel is very thick.

The golden beard knew that it was a highlighter. Now that science and technology are developed, the inverted bucket industry is simple and rude, and it is very direct. Any tool that works will be used. He himself used it many times, and it was very effective to mark the walls of the tomb. However, he heard Shao Zhuang say that this place was alive, which never made him believe it.

Before he could speak again, Shao Zhuang had already lowered his head with a torch and burrowed into a hole on the side. As soon as Guan Fatzi pulled the hand of Wang Jin, who was in a daze on the side, he followed in. The golden beard hesitated for a moment, and followed. He also paid special attention to the semi-circular cavern, which in addition to the four entrances to enter, there were also six holes in the black hole. Why did Shao Zhuang choose this alone? Come to think of it, the rest is either a dead end, or some kind of mechanism. This paragraph, they should have understood.

The four of them, as soon as they got into the hole, came to a room after walking a few steps. It's a room, it's very reluctant. The shape of the house is boxy, and the roof of this house is very low, so short that Shao Zhuang and Wang Jin can only bend over and can't stand upright. The roof is also very irregular. On the opposite side of the house, there was a door in each corner. Shao Zhuang turned around, and quickly wrote a word on the wall on the right hand wall of the hole where the four people entered, "enter", followed by a number 1. That's the entrance to the first house you entered. Shao Zhuang said: This section of the road, nothing. It's just that every time I go, I feel very depressed. Don't you feel like someone is staring at you all the time?

The first time Jin Dabeard and Wang Jin came, maybe because they had just come in, they didn't pay attention to what Shao Zhuang was saying. At this time, their attention was all on the wall where Shao Zhuang was writing. It turned out that from the inside, it turned out to be a collapsed stone wall, not a door.

Guan Fatzi took a step forward very cautiously and gently, and his feet were very light, as if he was very worried about what would suddenly happen to the ground under his feet. After moving like this repeatedly, he moved more than ten steps to make sure it was safe, and then turned around and nodded to Shao Zhuang: I haven't moved, it's the same as last time.

Hearing this, Shao Zhuang immediately walked over, came to the door of the room on the left side of the house, and poked his head in. The three of them quickly followed. Shao Zhuang observed for a few seconds, slowly tested it with his feet, and then retreated. On the right side of the door quickly put on the word "out" and the number 1.

At this time, Wang Jin was doing something else. He discovered something that was of particular concern to him. The door frames of these doors are carved out of stone, and the pattern style of this ~~~ carving? Where had he seen it.

By the way, Wang Jin suddenly remembered that it was the statue of the Heavenly King. The portrait I once worshipped. That day the king wore a crown on his head, his eyes were as big as bells, and he stepped on clouds under his feet. The pattern of these clouds is very similar to the pattern on the portrait. He couldn't help asking: What dynasty is this?

Among the other three, only Jin Dabeard knows a lot. He also saw it, and he wondered why Wang Jin asked this, so he looked at Shao Zhuang. Shao Zhuang was also strange when he heard it, but he suddenly thought that since he first came into contact with this stupid kid, a series of emergencies had happened around him. Moreover, this kid's thinking is very special, different from ordinary people, but this kid himself is an ordinary person, so it must be related to this kid's experience. Besides, it's hard to see what this kid really discovered. In an instant, he seemed to understand something. Why did Wu Ye arrange for himself to invite this kid. The people who are worried about this place are not the only ones like Wu Ye. If there are any other masters, Wu Ye doesn't tell himself. Could it be that this kid is the key to getting this place to the bottom of it?

He has heard of legends such as the three-star boy and Wenqu Xing's descent to earth, and the logic of that set is roughly to tell the world that people have a destiny. I know that Chinese have always attached great importance to people's birth dates, but I have always thought that those are superstitions. At this time, I unconsciously began to become superstitious.

At that moment, he wanted to ask Wang Jin, what is your birth year and what is your birthday? But I held back. When he saw the golden beard looking at himself, he wanted to ask for his own opinion: let alone whether he said it or not? Is there any point in wasting time on all this? So, Shao Zhuang nodded, meaning to tell Jin Dabeard and let him say it.

The golden beard noticed from Shao Zhuang's eyes, he seemed to have thought of something, and let himself follow Wang Jin's train of thought to explain to this kid. He told him what he thought, so he turned his head, looked at the pattern on the wall, and said, "The North and the South, yes, it should be the North and South Dynasties." Historically, the Northern and Southern Dynasties were an important watershed in the development of Chinese culture. It was an extremely turbulent time period. However, in terms of culture, it is the most authentic end point of maintaining the Yellow River Basin and Han culture. The Sui Dynasty that followed did not last long. After that, the Datang culture, to put it mildly, has been an era of integration of foreign cultures. In particular, the impact of the Western Regions culture on the Yellow River civilization has lost the obvious characteristics of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. As for the Song Dynasty in the future, there is more integration of marine culture to the east and south, these are nothing unfathomable, the key is to see more.

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Jin to see if the kid was surprised by what he said. On the contrary, Wang Jin didn't have any expression at all, just said silently: I have no knowledge, and I don't really want to study history. A lot of things you talked about, in my opinion, are the things of a bunch of dead people who have been buried in the soil for many years. What kind of culture, whether it is cultural or not, really has nothing to do with me. I just want to ask you, how do you conclude that it is the Northern and Southern Dynasties? I've seen a lot, and I have to watch it. I'll watch it myself when I have time.

The golden beard was not stumped by him: You may not be able to explain this to you if you ask others. But I can, to put it simple to you. The culture of the Northern and Southern Dynasties has long been limited to four words: concise and concise. This is what Westerners call abstraction. Express the core content most clearly with the least cost. For example, if you look at this moire, it's not symmetrical or horizontally or vertically. But it's all over the door frame, right? Each cloud has three cuts, four cuts, and up to five cuts. Here, for example, he pointed to a knife mark with his finger.

Wang Jin closed his eyes, but what came to mind was the portrait of the ancestor at home. At the same time, he thought of another question, so he asked Jin Dabeard: Then, is there still a complete painting left over from the Northern and Southern Dynasties? I mean the kind that is drawn on paper?

No, at least we've heard, there was no paper that you could draw on, whether you were writing or drawing, it was on leather or juan. According to what you said, there was a calligrapher named Wang Xizhi in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. According to legend, his famous works were brought into the coffin by Tang Taizong and Wu Zetian respectively, huh? Boy, you want to fight this doctrine too?

Wang Jin shook his head, he didn't want to tell Jin Dabeard what he thought.

So, the four of them moved on. This second room is still an empty room. The difference from the first room is that this room is irregular and very small. However, the roof is very high, seven or eight meters high. Other than that, the room was dry, and you couldn't smell the wet damp smell except for the dust that had accumulated on the floor all year round. Several people quickened their pace.

Shao Zhuang kept drawing marks on the walls of room after room, and every time he entered a room, he was equally cautious. The four of them passed through eleven rooms in a row, and when they came to the twelfth, they stopped to rest. In the meantime, Shao Zhuang kept describing to Jin Dabeard and Wang Jin the situation every time he came, and kept paying attention to Wang Jin's every move.

It was a square room with a door on each wall. The four of them put down their belongings, and there were grooves in the wall with torches. Each of the four men planted torches on one of the walls. The square room lit up. Nothing but carved brick and stone patterns and stone door frames with cloud patterns.

Maybe it took half a day of energy, and I didn't come across anything special. Jin Dahu was a little impatient: I said Shao Ye, let's just keep going? When is this a head?

At this time, Guan Fatzi, who was on the side, suddenly said to Shao Zhuang with a slightly trembling voice: Shao, Shao Ye, is this room very similar to the room of my three dead brothers?

As soon as they heard this, the other three were all agitated. Before the other three people could see clearly, Shao Zhuang had already run back to the stone gate where he had just entered, touched the door frame with his hand, and made sure that there could be no mechanism on it, so he took a breath and walked back.

Jin Dabeard hurriedly asked Guan Fatzi what was going on? Guan Fatzi told him: The last time there was an accident, it was also such a room. We went into the same room, and when we went out, I went first. I just got out on my front and back feet. Suddenly, a stone gate fell from the back door, sealing the road. At that time, I didn't have any explosives or any tools at hand, and I couldn't open them after a long time. I've never encountered anything like it before, so I'll just keep going. Originally, we were going to be like we were going to be like earlier. You know, the worst-case scenario is that if you walk here and there, you're going to get into a circle. Room by room, but never finished. So, I started leaving something on the floor of every house I passed. In the end, even the clothes on his body were going to be torn into strips and used as a mark. But soon he was on the right path. I was exhausted when I ran back. Shao Ye was unwilling to bring someone here, and he should have broken the stone door with a crowbar. You'll know the rest of the story. Nothing was found except my three dead guys and the tape. I really don't know what happened next, Shao Ye, what did you do?

Wang Jin waited for Guan Fatzi to finish speaking, but he was puzzled: it is possible for snakes to bite people at any time, and it is obvious that Guan Fatzi is too much worse than himself in this regard. Instead, there should still be a broken stone door in that room, or at least a room where you left something in the room you passed by. So I asked, "Why didn't we run into any of them?"

Shao Zhuang said silently on the side, in a cold voice: That's why I said that this place is alive. Every time I visit, the house is different. To be more precise, these houses are strangely shaped, and we have never walked into the same room once. My understanding is that every room has a mechanism, but I don't know why, some rooms don't have any mechanism at all. Some of the house mechanisms are effective all year round. Do you all know about serial tombs? I'm afraid only Brother Wang Jin doesn't know here, Guan Ye, tell him about it.