"Your mom told you to go home and eat shit, fuck, after talking for a long time, tmd means nothing at all." The fat man glanced at Mo Feiming coldly, and dragged me towards the tomb.

"Don't talk yet, let's talk about it when we enter the tomb." The fat man threw me a look and motioned for me to be silent.

The fat man and I came to the stone door of the tomb again, bypassed the poor corpse, and looked at the milky stone door, and I was a little worried: "Brother, there is usually a stone filling stone for the top door behind this thing, and it seems that it will take a bit of effort to open it and get something." ”

"yes, then you should hurry up and ask for TNT or plastic explosives or something, and blow the door open." The fat man teased me in his mouth, and as soon as his arms scrambled, the two heavy stone doors "babbled" and opened a gap.

"Damn, why didn't you fill in the rocks?" I wondered as I ran over to help the fat man push the door.

The stone door was heavy, and the tentacles were cold, and it felt very uncomfortable, but the fat man and I pushed the stone door open a gap that could accommodate one person to enter.

The fat man gasped, "You have to thank the guys who came in earlier, uh, and the pile of meat sauce at the door." ”

My stomach started to stir again, but the fat man's reaction was really fast, and I just completely ignored that the 10 people sent by Mo Fei had already entered the tomb in advance, so he would naturally try to get the stone filler open.

Entering the dark tomb, the fat man and I took out our black phones at the same time, turned on the lighting equipment, and the dark and quiet tomb corridor suddenly lit up.

I used my mobile phone to check the tomb corridor, the top of the corridor is an octagonal dome stone wall, the lower part is a square brick paving, all around is a wall painted with white gypsum mud, painted with brightly colored murals, most of the content is Buddhist themes, and occasionally there is a small amount of content of male and female copulation, it looks not very **, but it is very spring palace.

I and the fat man continued to walk along the road, at the end of the road is a smooth stone wall, there is a round stone door on the stone wall, the stone door is painted with a bottle that is half black and half white, the bottle is inserted with a golden peacock feather, there are auspicious clouds floating under the bottle, the painting is very exquisite, especially the peacock feather under the illumination of the mobile phone, shining, like metal.

The fat man smacked his lips: "Fuck, I've heard before that Lamaism likes to use gold powder to make paint, it seems that it is indeed true, this is too loser." ”

"Okay, don't worry about the ancients, let's think about how to get in." I pushed the door hard, but the stone door didn't move.

"No, I can't." The fat man didn't give up, and he also tried it in the past, but the result was still ants shaking the tree.

"What do you mean, there's a mechanism in here?" The fat man rubbed his hands up and down on the stone door, trying to find the mechanism to open the door, but found nothing.

The fat man and I didn't give up, and searched for the stone walls around the stone gate, of course, in vain.

What's even worse is that I don't know what mechanism I accidentally touched when I and the fat man collided blindly, and the square bricks under the feet of me and the fat man began to vibrate, and the circular dome above also "slammed" down the sand.

"Not good." The fat man screamed strangely, grabbed me and jumped in the direction of the stone gate, and when we were about to stand on the stone threshold in front of the stone gate, which could accommodate half a foot to stand on, the square brick road in front of us was like a computer control, and suddenly separated to both sides, revealing a trap with a span of nearly three meters.

At this point, the fat man and I were standing on tiptoe on the edge of a cliff.

After settling down, we used our mobile phones to take a look at the trap transformed by using the natural stone cave, ho, this bad luck, the depth of the visual inspection is about 4 meters deep in the stone cave, there are many corpses in black training uniforms lying horizontally, looking at the mutilated, foamed and swollen corpses, it seems that it has been falling for some time.

"These are the people sent in by Murphy?" The fat man and I thought of the answer almost at the same time, and shuddered at the sound of it coming out of each other's mouths.

"Hey, I'll die before I get out of school, pitiful, pitiful." The fat man looked at the corpses in different postures, but all of them were missing arms and legs, and dropped his bookbag.

"Hey, the ancestral grave can't cry, don't worry about the mass grave, Wang Dashan, you still have to worry about what we should do." I looked at the fat man with a compassionate face, and I couldn't help but squeeze it.

Also, we are now standing close to the stone gate, with a four-meter-deep pit and a pile of rotten corpses at our feet. Moreover, the stone door still can't be opened, even if we use Nadun Xuan? Fu was not sure that he would be able to jump over the trap with a span of nearly three meters and return to the opposite side.

This is really a dilemma, and it is difficult to ride a tiger.

"Malegobi, this fucking trap designed by Wang Ba Calf is too desperate, it's just hurtful." The fat man himself is fat, and now he is practicing Zen with a big belly, which is really exhausting and even sweating.

Then you won't hurt the heavens and reason if you rob the tomb,, you lack great virtue. I glared at the fat man, who always positioned himself as the embodiment of the messenger of justice, "What nonsense are you talking about, you don't want to get out yet." ”

"Alas, when the book is used, you hate it less, you let me think about it, how these things are recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas." The fat man does a meditation form.

"Watering the treasure bottle with blood, the treasure is not leaking, the garden of blessing is full, and it is immortal." I was just about to scold him for not pretending to be able to die, when a deep voice suddenly came out of my mouth, like reciting verses, and even I was startled.

"What are you talking about, Kaizi, how do you know?" The fat man was taken aback when he saw me coldly uttering a sentence, so he asked me very suspiciously.

"Damn, I don't know how I could say such a nonsensical thing, as if, as if there was another person inside me." I don't know how to explain it to the fat man, but when I said that sentence just now, I really felt that someone else was borrowing my mouth, like I was ghosted.

"Let's try it, in this kind of evil place, it's not surprising that anything happens." The fat man looked at me, didn't notice anything wrong, and was finally relieved.

"Why don't we try?" The fat man looked at me and seemed to have made up his mind.

"Then try?" I'm also alive, anyway, there is no other way, maybe I and the fat man are born with different talents, and there may be six Ding Liujia gods to help each other in secret.

"Your little physique is not good, let's come here, senior brother, and I should donate blood." As he spoke, the fat man bit his finger, cautiously changed his feet, and smeared the blood of his finger on the peacock feather pattern on the treasure bottle of the stone gate.

After the blood touched the peacock feather, it did not flow down the pattern, but was absorbed by the peacock feather, it seems that this stone gate is really evil, and it can actually suck blood.

However, after the peacock feather sucked the blood of her fingers, the stone door was still closed, and there was no meaning of "Pengmen is open for you today".

My neck was sour, and when I saw that the stone door hadn't been opened, I looked at the fat man with a smile on my face: "Senior brother, you are so fat, it's a drop in the bucket to shed thirty liters and twenty liters of blood, why don't you squeeze it a little more?" ”

The fat man looked at the vase pattern on the door that was almost half a person high: "What, this thing is still full, then the must not suck me dry." ”

However, having said that, the fat man gritted his teeth and squeezed out his finger blood and continued to wipe the peacock feather, the peacock feather still received all the orders, and the stone gate was still closed.

"Okay, brother, it doesn't seem to be this kind of play." I seemed to see a clue, and quickly stopped the fat man who was biting his back molars and squeezing blood.

"Why is this vase black and white?" I looked at the fat man, "Do you think of something?" ”

"Gossip!" The fat man shouted excitedly, "yes, this is clearly a yin and yang door." ”

"Looks like you're getting some blood." The fat man looked at me playfully, in a good mood.

"The Buddha said: Donating blood can prevent cancer and increase longevity, it must be." I smiled helplessly, put my right index finger into my mouth and bit it, and then smeared the blood on the peacock feather.

After the peacock feather absorbed my finger blood, the vase pattern on the stone door suddenly glowed red, as if a flame suddenly ignited inside, and the whole pattern began to protrude from the stone door, just like watching a 3D movie, very three-dimensional.

However, the fat man and I did not have time to appreciate this strange scene, because the protruding vase was almost squeezing us down.

Just as the fat man and I were secretly complaining, the vase turned counterclockwise upside down, and after a full turn, it retracted into the stone gate again, returning to its previous form. At the same time, with a "click", the stone door opened, and the fat man and I, who were against the stone gate, rolled over and planted in.

The fat man was okay, and after his thick skin and rough flesh landed on the ground, he stood up with a roll. And I'm not so lucky, I'm already skinny, and there is the oil lamp with three souls in the backpack on my back, oh, this makes me scratch my back with gritted teeth, it really hurts.

The fat man dragged me up, and we fumbled for our phones, and by the bright light, we found ourselves in a very spacious stone room, about the size of half a football field, square on all sides, and carved stone steps downward.

In the center of the stone chamber, there is a round stone pile of pebbles the size of an ostrich egg, similar to Ao Bao, on which is placed a huge log about two meters long, the thickness of three people hugging each other, the middle of the log obviously left traces of being cut open and then put together, and there are two palm-wide golden hoops at both ends of the log.

Beneath the stone piles lay huge quantities of dusty gold, jade, and bronze objects, as well as many silk fabrics that had rotted like mud.

In addition, the huge walls of the stone chamber are covered with murals that record the life scenes of Mongolian princes and nobles, such as hunting, wrestling, watching singing and dancing, feasting, drinking, and having fun.

Moreover, one of the walls of the east wall is almost full of naked men and women chasing each other, or Wushan**, or light singing and dancing, etc., which make people think about the pictures, its painting method is delicate and nuanced, the characters are vivid, and the values of the very yellow and violent and incorrect outlook on life reflected by it are not to be talked about, only in terms of artistry, it is definitely a rare art treasure.