The graveyard sloped downward, the angle became steeper and steeper, and the fat man and I went straight down, and there was no sign of the end, and there was always a deep pitch black at the end.

I panicked a little, we have gone a long way all the way, we have gone deep into the interior of Changbai Mountain, if we continue like this, where will we go? Centric of the earth?

But even if it is the center of the earth, we must go on, because the guiding symbol left by the bottle of stuffy oil clearly indicates that he is going in this direction, and every step we take is a little closer to the truth of the facts.

We had no choice but to bite the bullet. After walking for more than 20 minutes by the light of the flashlight, the fat man said to me: "Xiao Wu, have you noticed that this tomb is a little warmer?" ”

I nodded and said, "Maybe our destination is close to the stratigraphic activity area of the volcano, where there is lava or hot spring activity, and the temperature will gradually rise. ”

Fat people can't answer this question either.

After moving forward for a while, the fat man suddenly turned around and asked me, "Tell me honestly, what special relationship do you have with that little brother?" ”

I choked up on the fat man's question, and I didn't know how to answer, and then I thought that I had misunderstood, and he didn't ask about the relationship I thought.

The series of things just now happened too fast, and I actually didn't fully react to it, now that I think about it, the fat man didn't know that my blood had already appeared in the Qinling Mountains with the same phenomenon as the old stuffy treasure blood, how could he not be surprised when he saw it for the first time. In order not to show his shortcomings in front of A-Ning, he didn't ask at the time, but now there are only two of us, so he naturally wants to ask. However, with his xìng style, it is impossible for him to ask seriously, and the relationship between me and the stuffy oil bottle that he asked should only be wondering why my blood can also be "dewormed".

According to Master Liang, the strange ability of my blood should be related to the Qilin blood that ate the smoked corpse, but I really can't remember if I have eaten this kind of thing, and I don't know anything about the Qilin blood, so I can't answer him exactly, and I was also an accident just now, and I didn't act consciously at all, and I can't just conclude that it is my blood that is working.

Seeing that I didn't answer, the fat man thought I agreed with him, and said, "Maybe it's your long-lost brother, brother, cousin, or something, or your father's illegitimate son, and your family has inherited this special ability." ”

I scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, my father is just one of my sons, and if his kind of pedant has an illegitimate child, then there is really no man in the world who can be relied on." ”

The fat man still thought that there must be something strange in it, and I really didn't want to discuss it with him, so I diverted the topic.

After walking for a long time, the tomb road finally came to an end, and when I walked out of the tomb road, suddenly a warm wind blew, which made me feel good. I hurriedly turned on the flashlight and looked around, and found that this is a corridor built on a cliff, just like the sacrificial platform of the fake spirit palace that we saw in the ice dome when we came, the floor under our feet is overturned on the cliff with a gallery column, and in the middle of the corridor stands a huge black tripod, one of the feet of the tripod has sunk into the stone floor, showing a posture to be toppled, obviously we have to be careful when we walk around this platform, the stones under it are aging.

The edge of the platform is all cliffs, and it is also pitch black above, and you can't see the top of your head.

The fat man said, "What's the matter...... At the end of the day, there is no way to go, there is still a coffin, where is this king of ten thousand slaves hiding? ”

I said, "This is not the strangest thing, we followed the little brother's mark, there are very obvious clues along the way, but you see, there is no one here, can it be said that these people found this is a dead end. All back? Or ......" I looked into the darkness to the side, "flew away?" ”

We walked to the edge of the porch, and the signal flare suddenly burned in the sky, and in this extremely dark space, it was like a small sun, which suddenly illuminated the situation in front of us.

By the light of the flares, I saw that this was actually a huge mountain crack, and the corridor we were on was built on one side of the cracked cliff, and more than 200 meters away from us was the cliff on the other side of the huge crack, which was far away, giving people the feeling of being on a cliff in a huge rift in the surface of Africa. We all let out an exclamation.

The flare gradually descended and landed under the porch, illuminating the situation below us, and another shocking scene appeared in front of us, only to see that in the bottomless rift below, countless bronze chains with the thickness of bowls crossed the two sides, connecting the rift valley.

With the falling light source, twenty meters below the porch, to the depths of a chaotic rift, I don't know how many such chains are there, and there are almost no sparse places to be seen, and on the chains in the depths, there are still a lot of things hanging densely, like a lot of bells, it is too far to see clearly. The clouds are deep and untraceable.

At this time, the fat man found a climbing rope at one end of the platform, and hung down from one end of the platform to the nearest bronze chain below, where it was tied.

The fat man frowned and said, "It's enough, that little brother is also persevering, it seems that he has climbed down." Do we have to follow the monkeys? ”

I said, "Looking at the density of the chains below, it must not be difficult to climb, but what kind of place is this?" Why is there such a strange setting? Could it be that the coffin of the King of Wannu will be under this rift? Have you ever wondered how they could carry that huge coffin down at that time? ”

The fat man said: "It's really possible, but the ancients will always have their own ingenious methods, should we go up to inform those foreigners, or go down first?" ”

I said: "I don't know if I can come up again after going down, we can't be a pathfinder dog for them, call them down, their equipment and technology are better than ours, and they can be beneficial, besides, Panzi is still on the top, anyway, the third uncle has already found it, take a little more time." ”

The fat man remembered Kirk's muscles, and agreed with me, and we returned the way we came, knowing that the road was quite long, and unconsciously speeding up as we walked.

A-Ning and the others had been waiting anxiously for a long time, thinking that something had happened to us, and they were relieved to see us back. I took Panzi's water, took a sip, and told me what I saw.

As soon as she heard that there were bronze chains underneath, A-Ning hurriedly took out the photos she had taken from the submarine tomb, pointed to one of them, and saw that on the murals in the photos, many Dongxia warriors were carrying bows and arrows on their backs, climbing on a cliff, and in the background were countless things similar to chains, which obviously depicted the situation when the Dongxia people explored the huge underground rift.

I said, "It seems that those chains were not set up by the Dongxia people, and they should have been very curious about what was going on under the rift valley that was blocked by chains. ”

The fat man said: "Could these iron chains be some defensive measures for the ancestors who built here, to prevent something below from climbing up?" For example, the giant black sè soft stuff depicted in the mural. ”

I nodded, "Possibly." He asked Aning again, "How many murals is this?" What's next? ”

A-Ning said: "According to the general law of narrating murals, this should be the sixth mural from the bottom, followed by five more, in order of ......"

Ah Ning spread out the last five photos, and I saw the mural in the latter photo, which was the scene of many Eastern Xia warriors with bows and arrows, and it seemed that there was a tragic battle, but there was no enemy in sight on the mural, and I didn't know what they were fighting against. I thought of the strange bird that couldn't see its body when it was flying in the air, and my heart tightened, and my heart said, Is there such a thing down there?

And the next one, there are a lot of evil spirits coming out of the stones.

There doesn't seem to be much plot connection between the mural and the mural, but it seems to give people infinite associations and a sense of consciousness.

A-Ning asked me, "Do you see something strange again?" Wu Superman? ”

I smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's not that I see anything, you see, behind the mural climbing the cliff is a picture of the battle, I think it may be telling us what dangers we will encounter when we go down into the rift, and those who have weapons should have their weapons ready." ”

Several people thought that I was the leader of the jīng gods, and I was what I said, and Kirk hurriedly picked up his M16 and made a gesture to wrap around him. We packed our bags and walked towards the cemetery that cut deep into Changbai Mountain.

I followed the end of the line to see how the third uncle was doing, but he was still unconscious, and I didn't know what terrible things he saw here, Panzi reassured me very much, he said that even if he climbed, he would crawl and drag the third uncle out of this ghost place.

Walking in the graveyard, looking at the nervous crowd in front of him. There was also a strange feeling in my heart, in the absence of Chen Pia Si and the third uncle, I had to be the leader of these people, this feeling was something I had never felt, there was an inexplicable pleasure. But am I really right in my thoughts and my decision, and am I pushing these people to their deaths? Thinking of this, I felt like I was hesitant again.

Soon everyone was on the verandah, and the fat man fired another flare to show everyone the spectacular scenery around the rift, and Panzi and I took out the rope and prepared to climb below, which was an extremely risky decision, but our path was completely blocked, and there was no other choice.

I don't know what the following scene is, A-Ning's group of people is not good, I took out all the ropes, pulled the fat man over, and told him to be careful, now we are all in trouble, everyone seems to be very cooperative, once you get to the way out below, you have eyebrows, be careful that the stinky woman turns her face and does not recognize people.

The fat man patted me on the shoulder and gave me a look, meaning that he had already left a hand. Afraid that I would not be at ease, he ripped off the corner of his clothes and showed me that he had the remaining ten detonators tied around his waist.

We experimented with it, the rope of the stuffy oil bottle was very strong, Pan Zi was still a pioneer, the first to climb down, down to the chain, he hung up his body like a horizontal bar athlete, easily jumped on the other chain below, repeated five or six times, has gone down more than ten meters, gave me an OK gesture.

Anin's equipment is much better than ours, Kirk put on a divergent guiding headlamp and turned himself into a moving light bulb, the second one climbed down, and we used Kirk's head as a guide to climb down the porch one after another to the suspended chain world.

However, the chains are quite dense, and it is still very easy to climb, regardless of the original purpose of the bronze chains set here, but it gives people like us a convenient ladder. After crawling for a long time, I have become proficient in various movements, and I have mastered some tricks, and I feel like Spider-Man is reincarnated.

Like spiders, a dozen people slowly descended, nothing unexpected along the way, and we were amazed by the strength of the chains. By the end of the four hours, the aisle had grown small, and we were deep into the rift, beyond our sight. The bronze chains that were unreadable on them, like giant bells, appeared in my view.

As an abundance of caution, I blew the bat whistle to stop Kirk and Panzi at the bottom, and looked down with Aning's night vision binoculars, and in the faint green vision, I saw that the things hanging from the chains turned out to be some dead people hanging there, and a black hair-like cloud thread extended from the back of their necks and hung on the chains. Looking at the number, the chains underneath are densely packed, and it is almost impossible to count.

The Arowana Ciphertext of the Wangzanghai Sea reveals that the kind of human-headed monster birds we have encountered that cannot be seen when flying in the air and only appear when they land, like to hang their prey on branches to dry and spare them, and there are so many corpses here, is it their nest below?

No wonder the stuffy oil bottle told us not to go down, but we now have other ways to go, if we don't go down and fight, won't we die the same? I suppressed the fear in my heart, made a gesture, motioned for everyone to be on guard, and continued downward.

We've come here, and even if it's hell down there, we're going to have to bite the bullet.