The bluestone tomb door burst open, raising a puff of smoke and dust in the tomb road, and everyone came to the tomb door with their mouths and noses covered, only to find that the tomb was empty, only a strange and vigorous thousand-year-old tree mysteriously stood in the depths of the tomb. Everyone was amazed, didn't know the reason, and when they were guessing, Professor Kang said with a frightened face that the old tree in the tomb was the tree of the underworld, and said that it was a place where the dead gathered, and tightly pulled the black bull to prevent him from approaching.

Of course, Hei Niu didn't eat him, shook off Old Man Kang's hand vigorously, stood on the lowest steps on the side of the tomb, turned his head and shouted to Professor Kang: "I said old man, how come you are also a person who has sung "Dongfang Hong", and you are also an intellectual, why are you so ignorant in your ideology!" Based on what you just said, if it were in those days, you would have to live in a cowshed for a few years. Also the tree of the underworld, you also believe in this mythical thing! ”

Professor Kang blushed and scolded: "It's not that I'm ignorant, it's that you're ignorant!" I have studied all kinds of records unearthed in ancient tombs for most of my life, and more and more confirm that some unbelievable things are real! ”

I saw that the smell of gunpowder between Hei Niu and Professor Kang was a little strong, so I hurriedly played a round: "Well, facts are the only criterion for testing the truth, let's go over and take a look at it in a while." Comrade Maverick, you have to respect freedom of speech, and don't pull it on your cowshed at every turn. ”

Hei Niu laughed dryly, and said unconvinced: "It's also the Soul Tree in the Netherworld, it's best to even have Lord Yama in it, and Lao Tzu can catch him back and donate it to the museum!" With that, he turned his head and stepped on the bluestone ground, wanting to walk towards the old dry tree. However, as soon as the black bull's front feet fell, and before the hind feet could follow, he heard a loud grinding sound from the four corners of the tomb and the four walls of the tomb, as if a stone was being pushed forward.

The friction sound was dull and slow, and the black bull froze in fright, one foot on the bluestone ground, the other still on the stone steps, staring around with wide eyes in a posture of leaning forward. I hurried to the bottom step and reached out to hold the black bull, only to find that a bluestone brick the size of a cutting board had sunk more than a foot deep under his feet.

The sound of friction continued, everyone tensed their nerves and waited for what was going to happen, the short mercenary turned around and wanted to run away to the cemetery, but Zhang Xuefeng grabbed his collar with one hand and glared at him fiercely, the mercenary had to stand in place with trembling legs, and whispered in a Shaanxi accent "Oh Mi Tuofu (Amitabha)".

The black bull looked around vigilantly, and the novel asked me, "Stepping on thunder?" Depend on! Shall I withdraw this active foot? ”

I told him to stabilize his movements first, and scanned the tactical spotlight into the tomb, and found that a stone pillar with a grinding plate thick appeared on each of the four corners and walls of the tomb, and above the stone pillar were stone beasts of different shapes, and there was a huge circular stone trough in front of the stone beast, and a black cotton wool-like thing protruded from one end of the stone trough, which looked like a lamp twist, and I probably understood the purpose of these stone pillars.

I couldn't help but laugh a little, and said, "Black Bull, your foot seems to have stepped on the switch of the tomb lamp more than 2,000 years ago, and those stone pillars look like lampstands hidden in the wall, and now, they are all summoned by your affectionate kick." ”

After listening to me, the black bull withdrew his feet from the mechanism, and said with a long breath: "Damn! It scared me to death, and I thought it was a fucking killer again. He turned to the short mercenary who was chanting the sutra with his eyes closed and said, "Don't read it, the Buddha can't understand your dialect." ”

The eight stone pillar lampstands stopped after being completely removed from the wall, and stood in the dark and intertwined tomb, like eight ancient warriors, guarding the hidden secrets of the tomb.

Gu Yixin was really frightened by the change just now, and now seeing that there was no danger, he hurriedly reminded: "This tomb is full of weirdness, I don't think we can act rashly, we still have to be cautious." ”

I nodded, looking at the calm and cold bluestone floor, feeling that there was danger lurking under this calm, and the little knowledge of the ancient tomb I had before was no longer enough. To be on the safe side, I recommend finding a way to explore the path before making a plan.

"It's not easy." Hei Niu agreed with my idea with both hands, and turned his head to look around at everyone: Gu Yixin is a girl, so naturally it is not her turn to explore the way; Professor Kang is old, and he has almost reached the limit of his physical fitness after tossing all the way, so naturally he can't be allowed to go; Gao Moli is the most powerful combat power in our team, and it is useless to let him explore the way. The tall mercenary held the crazy old smoking gun, and at this moment, the old smoking gun was like a mess of mud, drowsy; Zhang Xuefeng and Hei Niu glanced at each other, that gaze was cold and sharp, and Hei Niu definitely couldn't command him. Finally, the black bull set his sights on the short mercenary.

The short mercenary shrank back in horror and said, "Chief Niu, there are old drops on your forehead and dolls below, you ...... You can do it, hold back and go first! ”

"Forget it, I'll go." I said as I put my backpack on the ground, looked at the flat ground in front of me, and thought to myself, there is a 50% chance that there will be a mechanism here, so I'll bet my luck.

Gu Yixin grabbed my arm, looked at me and said, "No! You're taking too much risk to do so. Let's try to tie the sapper shovel with a climbing rope and throw it over. ”

"Sister, the sapper shovel is so light, there is a ball to use! However, it's really not your turn to explore the path. The black bull said, threw his backpack on the ground, and prepared to walk towards the tomb. At this time, a black shadow suddenly flashed next to me, and I was stunned for a moment, only to see that Gao Moli had stepped on the floor tiles of the tomb with a wolf-eye flashlight in one hand and a sapper shovel in the other, and walked straight towards the big tree.

He walked unhurriedly, his shoes making a dull and powerful bang on the bluestone floor, and the tomb was still calm, and nothing unexpected happened. Two minutes later, he walked under the old tree, shone his flashlight on the strange trunks, and looked at himself, without looking back to beckon us over.

"It seems that there is no mechanism, but did you remember which foot the little brother stepped on first, and which stone slab he stepped on?" The black bull looked at the floor tiles and asked me with some fear.

I put on my backpack, walked down the stone steps, and beckoned, "Let's follow the straight line in the middle, it shouldn't be a problem." ”

The crowd lined up, and I took the lead towards the old tree in the burial chamber. When I got closer, I realized how big the tree really was: the end branches that he extended were as thick as an adult at any of them; The cracks in the bark are enough for even the smallest to fit a fist. The trunk of the tree is as thick as six or seven adults hugging each other, and at first glance, it looks like an ancient wall that has been eroded by time.

We stood as small as ants under the tree, a few flickering beams of light passing through the intricate branches overhead, and disappearing into the darkness above. I still can't tell what the white thing is on the tree.

The black bull looked at the thick and unusual trunk, and the ghost raised the sapper shovel in his hand and slashed it hard, and a milky yellow chop mark appeared on the trunk, and then a stream of scarlet sap trickled down the chop mark.

The black bull was surprised: "Damn! This tree is fucking alive! ”