As soon as my uncle said that there were people inside, I immediately came to the front to see the situation. Although I couldn't see anything clearly, the light of the torches was more or less able to enter the stone door, and by the faint light of the torches, I could see a figure.

"Uncle, is that a person inside?" I looked at the figure lying against the wall inside, and I couldn't make up my mind.

"People should be people, but I don't know if they're dead or alive. Let's go in and have a look. "My uncle got out of the way and asked Qin Wu to open the crack in the door a little bigger. At this time, the crack in the door was just bigger, and the bronze puppy who had been following us just now ran in through the gap. I don't know where this little guy is going.

We don't have time to dwell on where that little thing went, so let's check if the figure just now is alive. We immediately ran to the figure, unfortunately, this man had been dead for a long time, and it looked like he might have starved to death.

"The man had a few empty cans and an empty kettle next to him, and it seemed that he was trapped here and died of hunger and thirst. You can see that there are several bronze objects next to him, and he is probably wearing the same style of clothes as he was more than ten years ago. It seems that this person should be the one who came in with Wang Ergou's father to rob the tomb. "My uncle groped around the dead man who had dried and found a small notebook, which seemed to be this man's diary.

My uncle opened the little notebook, and I looked at the crooked words on it, in fact, calling this thing a notebook is really a bit of an overestimation of this thing. My uncle looked at those crooked words, and he also felt a little awkward, and it took him a long time to recognize what was written on them.

"This person's name is Zhuzi, and he is a distant relative of Wang Dali, and this is the third time he has followed Wang Dali to rob the tomb. Here it is written that Wang Dali once found this ancient tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty here, but he felt that his strength was insufficient, so he called these poor relatives he knew to come and make a windfall together. ”

"But when they came in, they saw that there was something wrong with it, and they saw the dead people outside. But knowing that there were so many gold and silver treasures inside, no one wanted to go back. At that time, Wang Dali wanted to turn around and go back, but his relatives didn't leave, and he had no way to go, so he could only accompany these relatives to continue to move forward. Who knew that this companion would take his life into it. "With this Wang Dali, he saw that something was wrong, but he was killed by his relatives.

"Let's go, keep looking, maybe you can find Wang Ergou's father in a while." My uncle continued to lead us forward, but I saw that this Wang Ergou was still discussing the matter of dividing the treasure with Song Bald for a while, and he didn't have the heart to think about whether he could find his father.

We continued along the narrow passageway, and after a few turns, a few more rounds of dried corpses appeared in front of our eyes. Some of these dried corpses covered their stomachs, and some covered their heads. It didn't look like they were hiding from something, but the pain was caressing their wounds. As soon as my uncle touched these corpses, these corpses actually scattered into pieces in an uproar, just like the corpses I saw outside the stone gate.

The backpacks of these corpses were bulging, and when we opened them, there were some gold, silver and jade, as well as a lot of bronzes. It seems that these people are also fully loaded, but they don't have the life to spend this money.

"Ergou, is there your father here, come and take a look." My uncle called Ergou to him and asked him to identify the mutilated corpses. Wang Ergou rummaged through the fragments of the corpse with his hand a few times, but turned around and shook his head at us.

"Uncle, there is no my dad here, and my dad has the same iron claws as me, these should not be these." Since it's not that we can only continue to search, but where did this Bai Qihang go, I'm really afraid that if we take a few more steps, this kid will turn into a dry corpse and appear in front of us.

We continued to walk a few steps, and there was really another dried corpse in front of us, this dried corpse was lying on the ground, it seemed to be holding something in his hand, and I don't know if it was Wang Ergou's father. Anyway, we're going to turn this body over and identify it first.

Wang Ergou was quite active this time, and stepped forward to turn over his father's body. Although the body had been air-dried, the face on the face was still clearly visible. Wang Ergou looked at the iron paws on the corpse's hands, hugged the corpse and cried.

"Daddy, why are you dead?" Wang Ergou left two lines of tears on his face, but he began to take away the backpack that his father was holding onto. This backpack is guarded to the death, and I think there must be something good in it. While Wang Ergou was pretending to cry there, I went over and snatched the backpack.

"You're crying, let me show you the baby inside." Wang Ergou looked at me helplessly, but the backpack was already in my hand, and he couldn't do anything. As soon as I opened the backpack, a glittering golden object appeared in front of me, and inside the backpack was a golden mask. Although this gold is not as expensive as jewelry and jade, this delicate handwork may not be possible even with modern craftsmanship.

"Hurry up and give it to me." Before my uncle could agree, he snatched the golden mask away. The moment my uncle took the gold mask out of his backpack, I realized that there was a gem the size of a pigeon's egg embedded in the forehead of the mask. The gem was crystal clear, and I knew it was priceless when I saw it.

My uncle took the golden mask in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if he was in love.

"Good thing, it's a good baby. Lao Tzu has never seen such a good thing in his life, no wonder this Wang Dali wants to take this thing even if he doesn't want his life. It's really amazing, mortals really don't deserve such a treasure. At this time, Song Bald also wanted to see this golden mask, and leaned towards my uncle.

"That, old brother Yu, borrow me to take a look." When my uncle heard him say this, he immediately held the mask in his arms.

"Let me tell you, this is mine, and no one wants to take it." My uncle is selfish enough, and no one will let him see it.

"Uncle, where did this golden mask come from, I don't look like it's ordinary."

"Even if you have a vision, you look at the image on this mask, graceful and handsome, ingenious. I can't figure out what kind of person could have worn something like this thousands of years ago. ”

While my uncle was working on a nymphomaniac, the little thing that ran away just now ran back again, still holding something in his mouth.