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What a blessing it was to be able to see the sunset again, Cha Wenbin thought he was dead, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw his brother lying on his chest.

Stretched out his hand, trembling and caressing the back of this brother, tears, rain down.

He woke up, as written, superheroes are immortal, but he is not a superhero, he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary Taoist.

He didn't remember how long he had been asleep, only vaguely remembered that when the black shadow dispersed from the spirit flag, he also fell heavily to the earth. He couldn't even recall exactly what night had been fought, but the blood on his body still spoke of the brutal result.

Fight with people, see the wounds; Fighting with it, but only seeing the result, that is, he once died. Although Cha Wenbin has approached death countless times, he has not gone as far and as deep as this time.

Maybe it's fate, Cha Wenbin smiled bitterly around the bonfire, it was already dark at this time, and Lao Wang was busy making a hearty dinner for everyone: take a little bit of all the dry food and cook it together, which is called messy stew in the Northeast.

Chaozi and Zhuoxiong's eyes were beating against the firelight, and the liquid called "tears" was beating, and the horizontal face did not move the chopsticks for the first time, everyone looked at Cha Wenbin, and everyone hoped that this first bite could be given to him, this is the love between brothers.

"It's good to be alive!" Cha Wenbin sighed, "Eat, eat quickly, take a break after eating, we still have work to do in the evening." As he spoke, he took the lead and began to eat, chewing on it in his mouth and not knowing what it tasted like, but he knew that he had to swallow it, and his body had reached the limit of weakness.

This dinner seemed to be sumptuous, but it was eaten very slowly, and everyone let Cha Wenbin as much as possible, because he was still a cold "corpse" during the day, although they knew that even if he became a ghost, he would not come to harm them.

Speaking of last night's incident, Cha Wenbin said that he couldn't remember it. Maybe he didn't want to say it, maybe he really couldn't remember it, but in short, this story was taken underground forever, and no one knew it again. For him, it was just a dream in which he dreamed that he had reached a river, and then he fell into the river and was rescued by a Taoist, and then he woke up, and nothing else.

The big black hole in the ground was still open, and at night, a gloomy air spread from imperceptibility, and they rested after dinner, and they were so tired that they forgot to be afraid.

At night, Cha Wenbin woke up on time as if he had set an alarm clock in advance, waking everyone up, and tonight's work had to start officially, and this was the place they were looking for.

"What's down there?" Chaozi hadn't slept enough, but as a scout, it was enough to support his actions tonight.

"I don't know," Cha Wenbin really didn't know, he replied truthfully, "I feel that this is probably the underground palace." ”

The fire on the ground continued to burn, and Zhuo Xiong specially added some extra firewood, he wanted to come up later, it was cold outside.

This is a small hole that can barely allow an adult to get into, Chaozi is okay, but it is bitter Lao Wang and Heng Flesh Face, the size of these two people is indeed difficult, after grinding off an unknown number of layers of skin, they reluctantly got in, but this is another world.

Cha Wenbin's body is still quite weak, and he can only keep reminding them to be careful, because the compass pointer in his hand has not stopped shaking for a moment at this time, which is not a good sign!

I don't know how many years no one has been here, and there are scattered stones in front of this winding stone road, which seems to have fallen later. A faint fragrance poured into their nostrils, and the more they went, the stronger the inexplicable fragrance became.

Finally, when they stopped in front of a large wooden platform, Zhuo Xiong, who had been a carpenter since he was a child, recognized it as mulberry wood. All of them are mulberry trees of the thickness of three people, and they are cut into sections and built like building blocks.

Not to mention why these mulberry trees were so huge, they saw three at the entrance, and how much manpower it took to transport them in and stack them like this was almost as difficult as climbing to the sky in the past without mechanization.

"Is this a coffin?". Lao Wang almost asked in a trembling voice, he has also been to an unknown number of tombs in his life, and the era has also been from Yin Shang to the Republic of China, princes and generals have also seen it, and dignitaries have also touched it, and even the legendary yellow intestine question is almost unbearable compared to this.

If you want to say that the coffin of the Mawangdui Xin Chai Han Tomb in Changsha is big enough, then this one is twice as big!

What's even more rare is that in this humid environment surrounded by lakes on all sides, not only does the wood show no signs of decay, but after Chaozi gently wipes off the light layer of ash outside, it is still lifelike, as if it was just put in yesterday. These stout and simple woods are so tightly knit that they can't even insert the blades, how skilled is it to do this?

On this huge coffin, a black mushroom grows from it, which is indescribably weird.

Cha Wenbin decided not to touch it for now, and started to look around to see if he could find some other valuable clues. With a scale of above-ground buildings and a magnificent underground world, there should always be a clue, such as a stone monument to sing the praises of virtue or a mural describing the past, which is what he is looking for.

The size of this place is only half a football field, boxy, completely artificially carved out such a space on this island full of bamboo forests, and the coffin occupies half of it, they can easily spare this coffin and walk around a whole circle, in a small space, you can sweep every corner at a glance.

But the result is often the opposite of imagination, and someone is willing to leave an empty dungeon for you to guess.

While they marveled at the incomparable creativity of the ancients, they found not even the simplest words and frescoes, which were just empty stone chambers, not even underground palaces, let alone funerary objects.

Returning to the original point again, a group of people looked at this huge wooden structure that could only be used to make it majestic, and they didn't know where to start for a while. Although there is no rivet link, with this volume of wood, it is not something that ordinary tomb robbers can handle. The most experienced person here is Lao Wang, and he has no idea.

When they arrived in this ghost place, this was the first time they came into contact with something that could glimpse the history, not to mention, they were here to find something. According to the customs of the Chinese, after death, the most valuable things in front of them will be brought underground, so they will do everything possible to set up various means of tomb robbery, if you really look at this place as a mausoleum, that hand is probably unmatched in history. Even Qin Shi Huang failed to set up such a large perimeter and those formations that cost people lives everywhere.

Chaozi's mountaineering claw in his hand "whirring" sound, I saw his hand loose, "snap", and landed on the top of the coffin, and Zhuo Xiong glanced at each other and immediately pedaled those smooth mulberry materials to climb up, the comrades below have already pulled out their guns and are ready to fight, this is the combat consciousness cultivated in the army, all the time on guard.

This coffin is almost as high as a two-story building above the ground, and when Chaozi passed by the black mushroom, he only felt that the aroma made his head a little dizzy, could it be the smell of this thing? But he didn't have time to stay, and it was important to get down to business now.

Watching Chaozi fly up, Cha Wenbin always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was, just intuition, he always felt that something would happen again, he just wanted Chaozi to stop going up, and the kid was already shouting on the top: "I've reached the top!" ”

What is it exactly? Although the needle on the compass did not stop turning for a moment, he could not find anything abnormal, he closed his eyes and tried to feel it with his heart, sometimes his eyes were deceived.

The top of the coffin was clinging to the rock, leaving a gap, and the black rumbling was loud, and Chaozi tried it, and when he was able to crawl forward, he shouted downward, "I'll climb in and see, you wait for me." ”

Cha Wenbin wanted to stop it, let him not worry, the figure of that kid had disappeared from their sight, and the uneasiness in his heart became strong again.

It's quiet! It's so quiet here! The silence makes people fall into a deep loss, Cha Wenbin who closed his eyes seemed to be completely out of this world, and he could even see the small scratch on the back of his clothes when he closed his eyes!

Who in this world can see their backs! Cha Wenbin's eyes opened suddenly, and when his gaze moved to the pearl-black mushroom, he couldn't leave, and three words slowly rose in his heart: Soul Gathering Coffin!

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