At the moment I could only move, because I was not sure what kind of hair it was, but I didn't know where I got the courage to try to touch around the hair, and this touch really killed me, my hand was stuck with something suspiciously sticky, and it was disgusting to think about. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I could already imagine what it was until I put my hand back on a rancid stench that I knew it was a human corpse, and it had only been so long since I had rotted that I was about to vomit.

I wanted to get as far away from the corpse as possible, so I could only subconsciously kick my legs back, and keep rubbing my hands in the dust on the ground, trying to wipe the slime off the corpse, and the most painful thing was that I couldn't see anything, and the miner's lamp was also extinguished, and I didn't know where it fell.

There is no way, the miner's lamp is simply human life in this darkness, and it is impossible to move an inch without light, because you never know what is in front of you, maybe it is a sea of fire, maybe it is an oil pot, there is no way forward, there is no life after, and there is a dead end.

I began to kneel and grope for the position of the miner's lamp in embarrassment, I fell with my back to the bottom when I fell, although I was hurt enough, but I vaguely remember that my miner's lamp seemed to fall towards my heels, but the hair just now really frightened me.

It didn't take long for me to touch my lamp, and luckily it didn't break, it just happened to close the switch, and when I turned on the light, I felt as if I had the whole world.

As for the hairs I touched, plus the sticky thing, I already knew in my heart what it was, so I didn't immediately turn back to look at the corpse, and only after I was mentally prepared enough did I start to turn around, this is also to understand how the person behind me died.

The corpse seemed to be holding something in its hands, but it seemed to have been damaged, I covered my nose and pulled the thing over, there was some black ink paint on it, I thought that the mural had lost a lot, could it be that these people had stolen it?

The means of stealing and exposing the murals are quite clever, and some of them were even recorded in the grandfather's diary, but it is said that the murals have never been actually uncovered, and the murals in a relatively high position need to be removed with a floor layer, that is, the first thing is to build a shelf, cut off the substrate under the murals and take them away, in short, it is to remove the pigment layer, and the most real case is that in 1924, the American Warner glued and stole 26 murals from the Mogao Grottoes.

I think this man fell out of a dark compartment when he and his companions were stealing these murals, and my companions did not notice it, so they died in this tomb, and looking at the clothes of this corpse, they were a group of people from the cave outside, if it weren't for the fact that the tomb was drier and the air was not so circulating, maybe this person would have rotted to the bones.

But I don't think he would fall to death at this height, so how did he die! The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, I was afraid that there was something underneath, and I no longer tried to speculate and add fear.

But when I thought that my father didn't notice when I fell, my heart began to despair, my father was definitely worried, and I don't know if they found the mechanism in the mural, at this time, if this dark grid can be reopened, it will undoubtedly be a relief for me.

I screamed countless times at the dark grid above my head, but no one heard me, and the situation up and down was that my father didn't know how I was, I didn't know how they were, and if there were other mechanisms, they didn't know what would happen if they accidentally touched them, so I had to curse this damn witch king in my heart, build a tomb to design the mechanism here, design the mechanism there.

I had no choice but to look around and see if I could find any exits or secret passages, and if I could get to the upper floor, it would be best if I wouldn't worry my father.

The place where I fell was some sand, which was supposed to be the sand used to build some kind of burial chamber, and there were steps to the left and right, and I had to be glad that I fell on the sand, and if I fell on that step, I really wouldn't have broken an arm or leg or something.

Maybe the corpse fell somewhere, couldn't move, and starved to death here, but since this man's companions didn't find him, then I have to think about myself, and it seems that it is not very scientific to want my father and them to find me.

I walked up the stairs with the miner's lamp, there were not many steps, and I reached the top of the stairs after a few steps, and the sight in front of me made me gasp, and sweat poured from my forehead.

What appeared in front of me was a dozen coffins, it seems that the grade of the coffin is not an ordinary weight, at least it has to be some willow wood, paulownia wood, and even golden silk nanmu, I counted carefully, there are as many as thirteen, and the middle coffin is made of golden silk nanmu.

Golden silk nanmu this kind of wood is the most high-end coffin material, if you buy it in the market, the cheapest has to be one or two thousand yuan, it is also known as "the wood of the king of longevity", not to mention its benefits, in addition to being stronger than the general coffin embalming effect, but also with fragrance, the ancient magnates believe that nanmu coffins can lead feng shui, absorb dragon veins, which is also the reason why many officials and even more people pursue a golden silk nanmu coffin.

I thought to myself that maybe this is the coffin of the Witch King, if not, I dare not imagine how good the coffin of the Witch King is, then the content of the silk book is not to be believed, if the Witch King just wants to build a tomb, it is impossible to have so many coffins, unless he has some other secret or purpose.

Jin Si Nan wooden coffin has been met by me, what else can I say, I haven't been able to see this thing in the antique store for so long, and I have poured so much bad luck in the first fight, and now I fell into this coffin by myself, if I encounter zongzi, killing organs or something, I really can't guarantee that I can hold back.

Thinking of this, I had already walked to the pile of coffins, and there were only these coffins except for some bottles and jars, and when I got closer, I found that there were more than thirteen coffins, and there were some box-like coffins around those ordinary-sized coffins, which were less than half the size of ordinary coffins.

I chose a relatively small coffin, and my palms were already on it, and I felt that something was wrong, so I took out some glutinous rice from my backpack, and tied the black donkey's hooves around my waist, ready to "meet" what might appear in the coffin.

I thought that if there was a zongzi in this coffin, it would also be a small zongzi, then I might still have a chance of winning these things, but I was almost deflated at the moment, but I also walked back and forth in this coffin for a lot of time, and I didn't see any movement in the coffin, and secretly said goodbye to scaring myself, how can there be so many zongzi, so I mustered up the courage and prepared to open the coffin.

When the coffin was opened, I kept chanting: "Great compassion and great compassion to save the suffering and save the suffering Guanyin Bodhisattva, bless me to walk out of this tomb safely." "I thought that for the sake of me usually helping my grandmother cross the road and feeding stray cats and dogs when I see them, my luck should not be too bad.

It took me some effort to push the lid of the coffin to the middle position, and then the wind came from the side, and the sand blew into my eyes, so I had to rub my clothes and rub my eyes, and I didn't care to look at the contents of the coffin.

When I turned around, the lid of the coffin had been opened, and I wondered if I had already opened it, so I took it as a mistake and went to look at the contents of the coffin, but there was nothing in the coffin except a pair of palm-sized brocade shoes.

Just as I was wondering, a pair of cold hands rested on my wrists.