"Isn't this underground?" Feng Ping was a little stunned by the news. In the dark pit five meters underground www.biquge.info the pen & fun & pavilion, there was such a violent wind, and the passage ahead must be quite unusual. It seems that this adventure, at least this passage is not simple.

The stake was very calm, and he walked down first, and then everyone followed one by one.

After walking into this cave in the cave, Feng Ping felt the power of the howling wind. It turned out that every step forward was very difficult, and it is estimated that there is a level of six or seven levels in this wind.

The group marched through the cave with difficulty, all their attention was devoted to fighting the strong winds, and it was very difficult to move forward in a short distance. There was not a glimmer of light in the pitch-black passage except for the light of a flashlight, and the howling of strong winds drowned out all other sounds. It was only about a kilometer away, but everyone was very tired. The two girls were already unable to move forward, and they could only barely keep up with the team by relying on the support of the people around them and the drag of the safety rope. At this moment, the pile at the front stopped, and the not wide passage instantly became crowded, and he turned around and seemed to say something to the people behind him, but the wind in the passage was too loud for Feng Ping to hear clearly.

After word of mouth, Feng Ping learned that the stake said that the previous expedition team had not arrived at the place before, so everyone should be more careful. "They didn't say that there was such a strong wind before, and your forerunners also reported that they were too irresponsible." Feng Ping thought with some resentment. While thinking about it, I moved forward, and suddenly it seemed to kick something. I didn't expect it to be a short spike. The wooden spike has an iron arrow on it, which seems to be the mechanism that the expedition team spoke of. I took a flashlight and shone it vigorously, and found that there seemed to be blood stains on it, thinking that they should have been injured by these mechanisms. Looking at the surrounding walls, when I came in before, the passage was dirt, and the walls were very irregular, and there was no later repair. And now it is surrounded by stone walls, and the huge bluestone bricks fit tightly, and Feng Ping felt that it should be similar to the stone paving in the alley at the door of his house. The passage suddenly became a rectangular passageway, and there was an obvious fault with the dirt passage just now. "How can it be more and more luxurious? Is it from the bottom up? Feng Ping was a little curious.

Feeling that the safety rope on his body was straightened, it was estimated that the madman in front of him had already walked a long way, so Feng Ping had to get up and follow. The group walked through the passage. Strange to say, it seems that there are no other mechanisms in the corridor except for the mechanism that has been exposed, and except for the obstruction of the wind, the group has traveled quite smoothly.

I don't know how long I've been moving forward, Feng Ping has long been unable to estimate the distance and how many meters underground he is. Since there is wind, there is no need to worry about oxygen, so I am very heartless and lung-free.

Then they arrived at a huge room. This room is boxy, the four walls are paved with bluestone bricks, and even the roof is covered with many extinguished torches on the walls. After entering this room, it seems that there is no longer a trace of wind, as if there is an invisible door barrier dividing the room and the passage into two worlds. The wind was still howling in the corridor half a meter away, but the room was extremely calm. So where do these winds come from?

I was just about to go back to the passage to investigate, but I found that something seemed to be carved on the bluestone slabs around me. It turned out that on these bluestone bricks, some strange pictures were carved, which seemed to tell some story. The picture on each row of bluestone slabs on each wall is different, and everyone lights up the torches on the wall accordingly, and then the light of the torches, Feng Ping found that the bluestone slabs in front of him seemed to tell the story of an emperor's accession to the throne. The first few pictures show a war, and then a figure in a yellow robe and a crown ascends to the throne, and the others bow down below. Then a figure with a scepter in hand walked up to the emperor, and a fight ensued. The prostrating figures continued to prostrate as if they had not seen it, and then war ensued. The final image shows another figure ascending to the throne and then kneeling on one knee as if receiving the blessing of the scepter-wielding one.

Divine power is higher than imperial power? This made Feng Ping a little surprised, it seems that in ancient China, except for the Buddhism during the period of Emperor Wu of Liang, the feudal imperial rule was relatively successful in restricting the divine power, and there did not seem to be such a situation of divine power canonizing the imperial power. Is this just speculation?

Looking back at the others, I saw that most of them were absorbed in the image in front of them.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of laughter, and I saw Professor Qu lying on the wall, his eyes looking straight at the picture in front of him, as if he wanted to rush into the painting. Crazy shouted: "So many years, so many years! Finally found it! Chen Xiaoxiao also seemed to be very happy by his side, comforting the professor while recording something with a pen. Feng Ping walked up to them and found that the picture on the wall depicted a scene of a sacrifice. The first depicts an altar surrounded by a group of people dancing as if dancing or sacrificing. The second shows a man in a robe walking towards the altar. Then he lay down on the altar, and the presiding priest stuck his scepter in the center of the altar. The fourth picture seems to depict the passage of time, with the people around the altar kneeling and turning into dry bones, and the sacrifice seems to have turned into a gust of wind and disappeared. The final picture shows the man lying on the altar standing up, his clothes rotting, taking out his scepter and leaving the altar.

This story may depict a sacrifice or a fantasy of resurrection from a long life, but there is no need to be so excited. Feng Ping was a little puzzled.

"The professor has always had his own opinion on time, and he believes that since everyone generally agrees that it is possible to travel through time and space faster than the speed of light. Then at the same time as crossing will inevitably enter a space or fault, where it will not be affected by time. But you don't have to reach the speed of light to get there, maybe an extremely strong magnetic field or a violent explosion or an extremely high-speed vibration will cause a person to enter that space. He thinks that the altar in this picture is somehow letting the man in. Chen Xiaoxiao looked at the crazy professor and said to Feng Ping.

"It's just a picture, maybe it's just the fantasy of the ancients?"

"You don't understand, any bit of corroboration is very important to a professor."

"But even if it's true, what's the point of entering there like entering a cage?"

"Since ancient times, people have had different concepts of immortality. In the beginning, the average age of people was only thirty years old, but now centenarians are no longer surprising. In the process of social development, there are countless great advances, and the professor feels that once he finds a way to enter this space, it is equivalent to opening a mode of suspension for life. Whether or not we can further develop a way to travel through time and space will help the development of science. “

Feng Ping was a little unable to refute it, although he felt that he couldn't explain anything through a few pictures. But an old man's seriousness and madness towards science is always admirable.