I stood in the doorway and looked at the people, but my mind was blank, and I couldn't think in fear. It wasn't until Nangong came over and patted me that he pulled me back from my fear. Only then did I realize that the people in ancient costumes hadn't moved at all until I screamed, and they hadn't even made a sound.

Are these people dead? But I've never heard of this kind of antiseptic technology in China that can be placed directly in the air. Moreover, these corpses were directly exposed, and there was no protection at all, even in the tombs of ancient Egypt where embalming technology was mature. And even if the embalming technology can be achieved, it will be eaten by rats or other underground animals, and it is impossible to keep the corpse for so long.

At this time, Nangong had already woken up from the initial shock and walked in slowly, and I followed. When I got closer to these people, I realized that these guys were actually wax figures! I didn't expect Zhu Chun, a guy who has been dead for six or seven hundred years, to put me here.

From Zhu Yuanzhang to Chongzhen, I vented the anger in my heart and began to slowly observe this side room. In this side room, apart from these wax figures, there are some tables, chairs, benches, and nothing else.

These wax figures are exquisitely crafted and extremely realistic even when viewed up close. Looking at these wax figures, I had a sense of fear that they would move in the next second.

As I walked among the wax figures, a meowing sound like a cat came from the corner. I followed the sound and walked slowly, and when I saw the crouching thing in the corner, I instantly became furious.

The two-faced baby was crouching not far from my feet, its dry face staring at me blankly, its large, bloodshot eyes staring at me motionlessly.

I don't know why, when I saw its eyes, I couldn't even scream, it was as if I was going through a ghost press, my mind was clear but my body didn't listen to my own consciousness at all. I just watched as the guy slowly walked towards me, down to the bottom of my feet, and climbed up along my legs.

By the time the little creature climbed up to my chest, I could almost smell its peculiar fishy smell. It was a taste that distinguished it from the smell of fish in the mouth of animals and the smell of blood from corpses. The smell wasn't so nasilous, but it was as good as liquor. As soon as I smelled it, my mind, which had been very sober, slowly became sluggish.

Just when I was almost fainting, Nangong came over and patted me. Since she was coming from behind me, I didn't see the weird baby on my chest at first. I was awakened by her blow, and I grabbed one of the baby's arms and threw it out in disgust. Although that little guy looked terrifying, his combat effectiveness was very scummy, and he was thrown out by me directly.

Just as I was secretly proud of the fact that I was about to kill the little guy directly, it opened its mouth wide and made a buzzing sound, which was like the sound of a cicada, which was actually made from a human voice, which was really incredible. But the sound didn't seem to have any effect other than being a little unpleasant.

Just as I pulled out my sapper shovel and was about to run over and slap the two heads of the two-faced monster into one, the wax figures around me suddenly shook at the same time, and then began to shake slowly. I was so startled by this strange situation that I didn't have the heart to care about the strange baby for a while.

Are these wax figures really going to come to life? Before I could think about it, I noticed that the skin on the surface of these wax figures was slowly starting to fall off. Are these wax figures actually starting to molt? I don't know exactly what these wax figures are, but I know we'd better get out of here now, or God knows what the hell is in there when these creatures are done.

I put away the sapper shovel and turned around to pull Nangong to play and run outside. It was only at this time that I noticed Nangong's abnormality. Nangong stood behind me in a daze, his eyes without any figure, as if he had lost his soul. I followed Nangong's line of sight, only to find that the two-faced monster baby was squatting on the ground, looking at Nangong motionlessly.

This guy can deceive people's minds! Thinking of my situation just now, I patted Nangong on the shoulder hard, hoping to wake him up, but I almost slapped Nangong on the ground, but she still looked at the two-faced monster baby so blankly.

I know that one more minute here at this time is dangerous. In desperation, I slashed Nangong's neck with one palm, knocked her unconscious, and rushed out of the side room directly with her.

I rushed into the main hall with Nangong and looked at the exits on both sides. According to my understanding of the Ming tomb, it should be the atrium of the entire tomb chamber from here, where some burial items and the tomb owner's Songde stele are usually placed. But our current situation is better not to go to places where the situation is unknown, thinking of this, I directly hugged Nangong and ran in the direction of the tomb gate.

When we ran out, although there was a sparse noise in the side room behind us, there was nothing to stop us from there, not even the two-faced monster baby did not show up, probably because I was scared by it.

I ran to the edge of the stone gate with Nangong in my arms, but there was no way out. At this time, I realized that I had made a serious mistake, and I put me and Nangong in a dead end with no way out.

At this time, if those molten guys come to us, then we are simply dead. But at this time, if I was asked to run to the atrium again, I didn't have the courage at all.

Just as I was leaning against the stone gate to fight between heaven and man, there was a sudden knocking sound on the stone gate behind me. I let out a startled scream, and the percussion suddenly stopped as soon as I screamed.

I forced myself to breathe rapidly, and when I was leaning against the stone gate to hear who was on the other side of the stone gate, a familiar voice came, "Monkey Liu, Nangong is you?" "That's the monk's voice!

I put my mind at ease, exhaled heavily, and shouted loudly: "It's me, monk, you come in quickly, Nangong fainted." ”

When I heard my voice, there was a faint discussion over there, and then the tapping came again. After a while, the knocking sound stopped, and then there was a short sound of mechanism coming from the walls on both sides of the stone door, and then the monk's voice came from the other side of the door, "Monkey Six, you take the door sealing stone away." We're going in. ”

The door sealing stone is a simple mechanism used to close the tomb in the ancient tomb, which is to dig a small stone trough inside the tomb door and put a piece of stone in the stone trough. When the tomb is built and the owner of the tomb has been buried, the funeral person will slowly close the stone door, leaving only a small gap, and then put the sealing stone on the stone door, and then slowly close the stone door, so that the stone door has no way to open from the outside.

When I heard the monk's words, I realized that I could open the tomb door inside, but I ignored the past. That's when I realized the difference between me and the real grave robbers. It's not that my skills are much worse, but whether I can still think and act normally when I encounter all kinds of strange situations. But fortunately, I didn't notice it at the time, and I heard the sound of the mechanism in the tomb door just now, if I had opened the door recklessly at that time, it was likely that Nangong and I would have been buried here.

I slowly stood up and found that there was indeed a sealing stone under this stone gate. If this doorway stone were removed from the outside, it would take even a seasoned veteran an hour or two to open. But it took almost no effort for me to lift the doorstone from the inside.

When I removed the stone seal, the stone door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and I finally met the monk. Although this guy's origin is very strange, just looking at him can inexplicably make people feel a sense of security.

But when I saw everyone, I found that there were a few fewer of Da Bai Niu's subordinates, and only three foreigners were left to follow her at this time. The three men were two black and one white. The two black men were extremely tall, with an inch on their heads, about two meters in size, and their muscles were very well-proportioned. The other black man was shorter, but very muscular, with pigtails, and looked a little unconventional. The white man was much cooler, combing his back like Bond, wearing an oversized pair of sunglasses, and he didn't know that he thought he was Neo from the hacker empire.

The monk walked up to me and pinched Nangong's wrist as if to check her pulse. After a while, the monk let go of Nangong's wrist and said to me, "Why did you two get here?" ”

I told the monk what happened to the two of us, and when I talked about the molting wax figures and the two-faced baby, I noticed that the three subordinates of the big white girl unconsciously grabbed the guns in their hands and unconsciously took a step back. It seems that they have suffered a lot from the two-faced monster baby above.

The monk glanced at the lean man and said, "This is the tomb of Emperor Zhu Chun, if you want to get the things inside, it's best to cooperate with them." Otherwise, even with your strength, it will be difficult to enter this tomb. ”

The lean man listened to the monk's words and nodded, but did not say a word. I saw him slowly escape from his arms with a small porcelain bottle, handed over a big white girl and said: "You ask your subordinates to smear some of the cinnabar on the bullets, these wax figures are extremely yin things, and the bullets wiped with this cinnabar can hurt them." ”

After hearing this, the big white girl took the porcelain vase in his hand and instructed a few foreigners in a foreign language that I didn't understand. The foreigners muttered something to the big white girl, who nodded at them and handed the porcelain bottle into the hands of the cool white man.

The men took out their guns, withdrew the bullets one by one, then poured some cinnabar from a small porcelain bottle and rubbed it onto the bullets, and then slowly loaded the guns again. To be honest, although I don't completely deny the theory of ghosts and gods, I don't believe that these folk methods can play a role at all.

Just as the three remaining Eight-Nation Coalition troops had just finished packing up their bullets, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the main hall, and then the door of the main hall was pushed open.