What the? Such a big tripod is actually filled with oil? Unbelievable. What is the purpose of putting this oil here? A litany of questions emerged.

Song Jin stared at the oil in the ding, looked at it for a long time, took the probe rod from the pit, stirred it in the ding, and lifted the skeleton up. In a moment, Song Jin jumped off the stone tripod with the skeleton and landed firmly on the abutment. Seeing Song Jin jumping down, the pit glanced at the oil in the ding, and also jumped down.

The four of us, guarding the skeleton in front of Bai Sensen, fell silent. The skull in front of him was an extremely ordinary human skull, and due to the reason for soaking in the ding, there was no flesh and blood on the skull for a long time.

"How did this man fall into this oil and accidentally slip into it?" The pit muttered to himself.

"Brother pit, are you normal, who has nothing to do here, and you still have to climb up there?" After I said this, I thought about it, aren't we such people?

Lao Zhao pointed to the top of the skull, we looked at Lao Zhao's hand, and there was a small hole at the top of the skull, and the shape of the movement was very regular, which was obviously caused by man. What can inflict this kind of trauma on the skull is now a pistol, and in ancient times it was a bow and arrow. I couldn't help but look at the quiver on Song Jin's back, and Song Jin nodded, obviously he knew what I was thinking.

"It's clear that this person was killed, not a natural death, and I think the murder weapon can still be found." After speaking, Lao Zhao climbed onto the stone tripod and stirred it a few times with the probe rod, and an iron arrow was caught by the probe rod. Lao Zhao's feel is very good, even if things can't be seen at the bottom of the ding, you can feel it clearly, which is also Lao Zhao's housekeeping ability as a professional tomb robber.

Because the iron arrowhead is soaked in oil, although hundreds of years have passed, it has not corroded at all, and it still shines cold. The thought of such a large piece of iron pouring from the top of my head makes me feel numb. Thinking about it, this person is also miserable, after being killed by an arrow, he was still soaked in this big ding.

"This man was put into the tripod alive and then killed, so that the arrow could be shot above his head." Lao Zhao said. "Once upon a time, there were human animals in the tombs of emperors, and these animals were generally slaves. Later, with the development of productive forces and changes in social relations, human and animal animals were terminated, and only ...... remained"

"Left the brute?" The pit asked tentatively. I pumped him on him, and it hurt his throat.

"Brute? It can be said that it is almost the use of livestock for burial anyway. Lao Zhao continued.

"And who will be the person in this ding?"

"It should be a prisoner of war, slavery has disappeared in the long river of history a long time ago, and the Mongols also accepted the Chinese-style feudal system after the unification of China, so it is impossible to be a slave."

Lao Zhao's words made my brain make up the scene at that time. In the history of Mongolia, there is indeed a thing of boiling people, when the war with Genghis Khan, Zamuhe after catching the enemy, thought that these people had betrayed him and followed Genghis Khan, must be severely punished, so he ordered people to set up a cauldron of boiling mutton, and threw seventy-two prisoners of war into the boiling oil, boiled alive, its cruelty is terrifying, and it is precisely because of his cruelty that more people betrayed him and took refuge in Genghis Khan, which eventually led to the defeat of Zamuhe. And here, in a dark tomb, several people escorted a prisoner of war, the prisoner of war was blindfolded, did not know where to be escorted, stayed to the edge of the ding, untied the blindfold, the prisoner of war was pushed into the stone ding. The prisoner of war who fell into the stone tripod did not give up the struggle, and desperately crawled out of the tripod, and the soldiers guarding used bows and arrows to shoot from the top of his head, and finally the prisoner of war turned into a pile of white bones in the tripod.

I looked at the big tripod behind me, and the oil of this tripod may be the corpse oil left behind by the prisoners of war after they were boiled, which has been preserved to this day. Looking at the gluttony on the ding, it is becoming more and more hideous and terrifying. I turned around and retched a few times before I felt a little more comfortable.

Corpse oil has mystical powers in legend and is often used as an important aid to sorcerers in performing sorcery. But what is the corpse oil used for here?

"Will it be ......?"

The pit was just about to talk, but I directly asked him to stop, but his words were often too unscored, so I didn't listen to them. I turned my attention to Lao Zhao instead. To my surprise, Lao Zhao also shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

It seems that we still have too few clues, and we need to continue to search for more information. The four of us walked around the small burial chamber several times, looking at almost every inch of the walls, but we didn't find any information, not the frescoes, nor the text, nothing. Finding nothing around, we returned to the stone abutment and examined every step of the stairs, but found nothing.

"Why are these steps like this, there is still broken ground." The pit said.

I leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, as the pit said, there was a break in the middle of some steps, but the break was very smooth, not like natural damage, but like intentional. I went around the stone abutment, and found that there were many such steps, I was shocked, and retreated to the wall of the tomb to see the abutment from a little farther away, and found that the stone abutment was built into an octagonal shape, and there were three steps on each side, corresponding to the eight trigrams, corresponding to Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. The one with the broken mark in the step is yin, and the one with the whole is yang.

I quickly told Lao Zhao about this discovery, and Lao Zhao circled around the stone abutment, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's really a gossip." ”

"What gossip?" Pit asked.

"You don't have to speak, it's not gossip you say." I said to the pit that as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew what he was going to say. This person asked curiously when he saw anything, it was really too gossipy.

While we were talking, Song Jin also walked around the stone abutment, looking thoughtful. I wondered if he knew something, so I hurried over and asked, "Little brother, I think you seem to have something to say?" ”

Song Jin looked up at me and said something that shocked me, "I feel a little sleepy." "This Song Jin usually looks like a serious eight-hundred-hundred-year-old child, how can he sometimes be more unreliable than the pit.

I didn't get any valuable information from Song Jin, so I had to turn to Lao Zhao again. Lao Zhao held his chin in his hand and fell into deep thought. I didn't dare to disturb, I stood aside and waited quietly, and after a while, Lao Zhao stepped forward and pushed the stone steps hard, and under this push, the stone steps actually had a tendency to sink inside, and Lao Zhao quickly stopped.

"Why don't you push it?" I rolled up my sleeves and planned to help Lao Zhao take a hand, but Lao Zhao stopped me and said, "These steps are all alive, and they must be connected to the starting device of the mechanism. ”

I froze in place, glad I hadn't pushed forward, otherwise I didn't know what the consequences would have been.

"Then what should we do with these yin and yang steps?" I asked Lao Zhao.

"Combination, we need the combination of these steps to open the mechanism, otherwise it will be in vain to do anything, and you may die."

We searched the entire tomb, and the only thing we didn't check was the big stone tripod. The tripod is filled with corpse oil, and we can't see the inside of the tripod. Not to mention that there is corpse oil in here, even if there is no corpse oil in it now, if I knew that this thing was used for corpse oil before, I would not want to go in. How many people have struggled in this tripod, and I always feel unlucky to enter the tripod.

I pointed to Shi Ding and said to the pit, "Brother Keng, can you go in and see if there are any valuable clues?"

The pit snorted, and immediately reacted: "If you want to go, you pit me, I won't go, that kind of broken ground, I will never go in." “

"Then you can get the oil out."

"Tease me, how can you get so much oil, let alone this corpse oil."

I spread my hands to Lao Zhao, saying that with so much corpse oil, the inside of Ding is estimated to be invisible. The pit said: "Why don't we order it." ”

Lao Zhao shook his head, "So much oil, burning in such a small space, before the oil burns out, a few of us would have been baked a long time ago, not to mention that the corpse oil stinks after it burns, can you stand it?" ”

As soon as Lao Zhao said this, I subconsciously covered my nose with my hand, as if I had smelled the smell of burning corpse oil. Since it doesn't work to burn it, then we have to find another solution.

How to see the situation in the Ding without removing the corpse oil from the Ding, I have a vague hunch that there must be a secret at the bottom of this Ding, maybe such a secret can take us out of this damn activity tomb.

Although the corpse oil in Shiding is very disgusting, I think this tomb is the most torturous in comparison. I cautiously climbed up to the stone tripod again, and grabbed the tripod ears, for fear that if I got into it by a flash, then I would live in a shadow of disgust and terror for the rest of my life. Riding on the tripod, I began to carefully observe the big stone tripod under me again, the big stone tripod is an adult size, that is, about 1.7 to 1.8 meters, and the height of the tripod is about 1 meter, so that the depth of the tripod body is still seventy or eighty centimeters, if you subtract the thickness of the tripod itself, it is still sixty to seventy centimeters deep. The depth of the corpse oil is probably at this level.

I shone it with a flashlight, and the black oil completely absorbed the light, and I couldn't see the bottom at all. It is almost impossible to remove the oil, and no one wants to do it, the most important thing is to remove the corpse oil where to put it, and it is unrealistic to burn it, both methods have been denied.

I turned my head to look at the three people below Ding, expecting to find something. There was no way to see the situation at the bottom of the Ding through the thick corpse oil, and the whole thing was at an impasse for a while.