Walking to the entrance, we stopped and took a closer look at the two stone sculptures.

To be honest, I've never seen such a weird statue in my life.

The spider was a human-headed spider, and judging from its facial features and hairstyle, its head should be a woman's head.

I have to say that the workmanship of this stone carving is quite awesome, and the human face is vividly depicted, looking like a living person.

On the statue, the woman pursed the corners of her lips down, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was a little angry.

But it has no pupils in its eyes, and anyone can see the strange hollowness, so when you look at its eyes, you feel that the anger on its face is faked.

And the centipede statue next to it looked even more disgusting.

It has a lot of legs, densely packed appearance, how disgusting it looks, and the soles of each foot are stepping on a shrunken human head.

These heads were men and women, old and young.

Don't look at these people's big heads, the portrayal of those facial features and expressions is not an ordinary awesome.

These heads all have one expression.

Suffering.

Pain was written all over everyone's face, and their mouths were wide open, as if they were looking up to the sky and screaming, as if they were asking for help from us onlookers.

"It's kind of scary." Little Buddha smoked a cigarette and looked at the centipede statue with bared teeth: "Why don't we smash this statue?" ”

"Don't." Shen Han hurriedly persuaded: "This is an antiquity!" What a pity! ”

"Hey, this thing is so heavy, we can't move it, it's a waste to put it here." The little Buddha said loudly: "Besides, how ugly this statue looks"

At this time, I suddenly remembered a forgotten point.

"Xiaohan, what year were these two statues made, can you tell it?" I asked curiously, "The history of this treasure place should be quite old, huh?" ”

"This must have existed before the Tang Dynasty, so you don't need to think about it." Shen Han frowned, paused slightly, as if organizing language, and then said to us: "Looking at the carving style of those totems on the stone wall, it is a bit like the craftsmanship of the Sui Dynasty, but I am not sure, after all, there is no information here for reference"

"You're not sure?" I asked, confused.

"Hmm." Shen Han nodded: "It is rare to see totems in the tombs of the Sui Dynasty, but as long as there is this kind of pattern, there is a chance that a dark combination will be drawn under the face, which is a bit like the pattern of a doughnut." ”

"What are you painting this for?" I asked.

"Pray that the descendants of the tomb owner will be prosperous, and the tomb owner will be rich and noble in the next life" Shen Han spread his hands: "Basically, this is the meaning, but before the Sui Dynasty, this kind of pattern also existed, but it was not as common as the Sui Dynasty." ”

"Sui Dynasty" I frowned and thought for a while, and asked Shen Han: "The Feng Youzi who found Bulao Mountain seems to be from the Tang Dynasty, right?" ”

"Yes, I'm still friends with Yuan Tiangang." Shen Han nodded: "You won't forget about this, will you?" ”

"Not really, I'm just asking," I laughed.

At this time, the little Buddha seemed to be waiting impatiently, and scolded and said, "Hurry up and go in and have a look, standing here and drinking the northwest wind?" ”

I sighed and said to myself, why is this grandson so anxious?

If it's an exit in front, it's okay to say, if there's something terrible in the door, isn't this grandson in a hurry to be reincarnated?

"Don't rush in!" Shen Han suddenly exclaimed, "I have found out!" ”

"What did you find?" I turned my head to look.

"It's a door." Shen Han said to me very seriously.

"Nonsense," I smiled wryly, "It's not a door, but it's still a window." ”

"No, I mean, it's just a jamb, the original door, gone." Shen Han smiled mysteriously, walked over and squatted down, touched a gap in the ground with his hand, and muttered: "There is still a bit of gravel here, it turns out that the door standing here should be a stone door." ”

"Where's the door?" I was stunned.

"yes, where's the door?" Shen Han smiled bitterly; "If you've gone to great lengths to erect a stone gate here, why do you want to tear it down?"

"Could it be that someone from behind has been here?" Little Buddha asked with a frown.

"Probably not." Shen Han smiled: "Because I didn't see any traces of someone coming in, and this is a dead end, if you want to pass through this door, you have to walk from the place where we just came in." ”

When Shen Han said this, he deliberately turned his head and glanced at the tunnel we had just walked through.

"Whether it's the outermost pit or this tunnel, I haven't found any traces of digging and stealing holes" Shen Han shrugged: "So I think it's unlikely that future generations will come in, this stone gate is very likely to have been demolished by the people who built here." ”

"Whatever, if you like to demolish it, you can dismantle it, damn it, I made Lao Tzu anxious, and I blew it up directly." The little Buddha said impatiently: "Hurry up and go in, don't ink." ”

Shen Han didn't speak, and nodded.

"Be careful." With a sigh and a sigh, I took the wood in my hand, walked up to them, and carefully led them into the door.

As soon as the front foot entered, I was stunned on the back foot.

Fuck me.

What the is going on?!!

"Xiaohan, did the ancients dig the treasure cave with the stairs?" I took the flashlight and stared blankly at the scene in the door: "This is too exaggerated."

At this time, not only was I dumbfounded, but the little Buddha and Shen Han were also sluggish.

Inside the door is a small stone room, and in the middle of the floor, there is a two-square-meter entrance, and with a flick of a flashlight, you can clearly see the steps below.

"What about these grandsons digging tunnels?" The little Buddha walked to the entrance and squatted down, shining a flashlight below, and said thoughtfully: "Ouch, this staircase is quite long." ”

"Let's go down and have a look." I said with a solemn face.

Maybe it's my delusion.

As soon as I put my feet on the first step, I felt a sudden gust of wind blowing from below.

The temperature in this place was already much lower than the outside world, and the cool "Arctic wind" blew like this, and I sneezed several times in a row.

Before I could recover my senses, I heard a faint cry from the bottom of the stairs.

That's right.

It's the cry.

And it was not the cry of one person, but a group.

The cry was so faint that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

"Fuck" I put my feet back without saying a word, stood next to the entrance, and asked Shen Han in a cold sweat: "Did you hear that?" ”

"What do you hear?" Little Buddha looked at me stunned: "What? ”

"I just heard someone crying down there" I raised my hand to wipe the cold sweat on my forehead, and my voice trembled a little: "A lot of people are crying, both men and women"

", don't scare me." Little Buddha frowned: "Where is anyone crying?" ”

Shen Han didn't doubt what I meant, and after hearing what I said, she seemed to be a little scared, and stood next to her in fear and glanced down the steps, and asked me, "You really didn't lie to us, did you?" ”

"Really!" I was so anxious that I almost cried: "My grandson lied to you! ”

"If it's true, why are you alone?" The little Buddha seemed to believe a little, and asked me with a frown: "There won't be a group of ghosts waiting for us below, right?" ”

I didn't speak, but put my feet on the steps again, took a few steps down, and pricked up my ears to listen.

This time I didn't hear any crying, as if the voices I had heard before had never actually appeared, and everything was just my hallucination.

"Why is it gone?"

"Could it be that you just heard me wrong?" Shen Han looked at me suspiciously: "Sometimes I'm too nervous, and there will be some auditory hallucinations."

"Probably." I smiled wryly.

Hearing me say this, they didn't think much of it, nodded as a matter of course, and reminded me not to be so nervous.

After that, the three of us walked down the steps.

Under the illumination of the strong flashlight, the corridor is like daylight, and the carved carvings on the stone walls on both sides are also very clear.

When I saw these murals, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Those are landscape paintings, not some spell totems.

Hell, I was hallucinating?

Just as I was pondering it again, I heard a piercing cry from the bottom of the stairs without warning.

The heart-rending sound sounded like a scream, really, and that was no exaggeration.

"Did you hear that?" I didn't show any panic this time, but asked the little Buddha first.

"Damn" The smile on the little Buddha's face was very unnatural: "It looks like you didn't lie to us"

"Do you want to go down?" Shen Han asked me with a pale face, and the fear in his eyes had become obvious.

I hesitated, looked back at the entrance above, and said.

"You wait for me here, I'll take a look."