"But where does this road lead?" The fat man shook his flashlight, "Two hours' journey is enough to go down the mountain!" ”

This statement caught my attention, and I analyzed: "This section of the divine road is smooth, and there are no special steep slopes or turning points. Can it be understood that the entrance to the tomb is just a front, the real tomb number two leads to other places, and the Shinto path is nothing more than an underground road. ”

Shirley Young added: "We have already learned about Tomb 1, which is a purely sacrificial cemetery. According to Wang Puyuan's news, there is no special discovery in Tomb No. 3. Both tombs cover an area of more than 1,000 square meters, covering almost half of the hill. Assuming I am the owner of the tomb, I would never want my tomb to be attached to these two places. So there is a high probability that Tomb No. 2 leads to other places. ”

I tried to recall the contents of the fragment, and there were many descriptions of false mounds and false holes. Some of this suspicious tomb arrangement is to confuse tomb robbers, while others are motivated by feng shui considerations, and it is necessary to put the finishing touch on the entire feng shui plate. Shirley Young's analysis gave me a lot of confidence, and I said to everyone: "If it is really a ghost, it is in vain for us to worry." **Well said, it's fun to fight with people, if we lose to this bit of psychological pressure, then we will all be confused in the future. It's still the same old saying, go home and farm and sell sweet potatoes. Judging from the current clues, this Shinto is simply long, and has nothing to do with those messy situations. If we can overcome the fear of the unknown and move on, not to mention soon, at least two more hours, we should see the light, right? The road was built by people, in ancient times, science and technology were not developed, and the living standards of the common people were limited, and the Qin Dynasty lived more than forty years old, which was called longevity. He just cultivates for a lifetime, how long can he cultivate? Are we still afraid that we won't be able to get to the end? ”

The fat man immediately stood in awe of me, and gave me a thumbs up and praised me for having the courage of a leader. "Commander Hu's words are reasonable, I don't believe that he has a kind of digging out the tea and digging to the United States. Isn't it just a way to break the gods? The food and water on our bodies can last at least a week, and if we can't get out, I'll write the word king upside down when I turn around. ”

Wang Qingzheng smiled, opened his backpack, turned out an alcohol stove, and then took out the hanging pot and cans. I said how could this kid carry such a big bag when he came, and he dared to love the eldest young master as an outing.

"Since everyone said it was okay, of course I was even more fine. Everyone was busy all day and didn't eat anything, so they replenished their bodies first, and walked the rest of the way in one go. Grandpa is still waiting ahead, and I don't want to be left behind. ”

The fat man cut open a box of canned food, found that it was sauce beef, and without saying a word, he took out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and lamented the decay of imperialism while eating, and there was still meat in the military rations. Wang Dashao then took out a packet of vacuum bags that were flattened, and I waved my hand and said, "Forget about compressed biscuits, I can't eat dry food." He opened the package, threw the food into the lunch box, poured water over it, and placed the whole lunch box on an alcohol blowtorch. After a while, the aroma came out.

"Turtles, huh? Recently, rations have been frozen and dehydrated, and they can be eaten immediately after being stewed in hot water. This bag is a staple food, mixed with potatoes and beef. I have cake and fruit here, who wants it? ”

In this way, the original terrifying and solemn atmosphere was vividly turned into an underground tea party. During this period, the fat man also made an important speech on the issue of China's non-staple food. Professor Li listened attentively and took detailed notes. The old man said seriously that the little fat man had thought about it very comprehensively, and when he went back, he would sort it out and strive to publish it in a national publication.

After a gust of wind and clouds, we cleaned the small stove. The fat man patted his stomach and said: "There is food in the belly, and I don't panic in my heart, I now feel that all the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are paper tigers, do you comrades feel the same way?" ”

I said, "I don't know anything else, pack the garbage after eating, pay attention to protect the tomb environment, don't look back when the archaeological team digs in and sees a plastic packaging bag, what's going on?" ”

Shirley Young cleaned up for me, and then everyone packed their bags and set off. I gave everyone a vaccination, telling them that the road ahead will be difficult, and everyone should be mentally prepared. As it turned out, I was right, and after nearly three hours of tedious walking, we still hadn't stepped out of this common sense Shinto. I was shaken several times, but looking at the others, I couldn't give up hope. In this way, everyone held their breath and walked out for another half an hour. At this time, Owen, who kept holding up the telescope, shouted: "There is someone, there is someone ahead!" "Hearing this cry was comparable to seeing an oasis in the desert, and it lifted the spirits of all of us.

I snatched the binoculars, and sure enough, I saw two figures shaking in the night vision screen. I handed the telescope to Shirley Young, and she looked at it and said, "There's a clear optical reaction." I just don't know if the other party is our person. ”

Professor Li also rushed to take a look at it, and said happily: "The tomb space is very vast, with walls and pillars, and obvious corridors. No matter who the other person is, at least we have come out of Shinto smoothly. ”

The fat man spat out sour water and complained: "It was a whole five hours of walking, and I thought this road was really over." I don't know where we are above our heads now, I guess it's definitely beyond the scope of Niangniang Mountain. ”

Wang Qingzheng was eagerly looking forward to meeting his family, he threw his backpack to Owen, held his flashlight, and ran forward. Professor Li didn't know if it was because of his excitement or because his body was overdrawn, and his breathing became rapid. As soon as we saw that he had made another mistake with his old problem, and regardless of the king, a group of people hurriedly helped Professor Li to sit down and gave him a smooth breath to stroke his chest. The old man gasped for a while, which made me tremble, for fear that he would pass away without being able to get up in one breath. He rolled his eyes twice, patted his hand on his chest and said, "Okay, okay, I'm so excited." Get out of the way, I'm fine. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to turn around to look at Wang Dashao's situation when I heard a series of loud explosions not far away. Shirley Yang shouted, "Something's wrong, machine gun!" ”

I never expected the fire to break out in such a short period of time, and by the time I could react, Owen had already rushed to the main hall first. The intense gunfire continued for a while before it died down, replaced by endless silence. When I arrived at the scene, there were bullets everywhere, and Wang Dashao's flashlight rolled aside. Shirley Yang and I glanced at each other, both aware of the problem. As Professor Li expected, the hall was made according to the pattern of the deceased, and the whole hall was empty and towering, and the hall was surrounded by wall pillars, constantly echoing the sound of our footsteps. The fat man quickly chased after Professor Li.

"What about people?" He looked around, picked up his flashlight, and said, "Isn't that the little cub's thing?" ”

The entire imperial hall was staggeringly large, and the range of lighting was limited, and we didn't know who was fighting just now, but judging from the dense and short rhythm of the gunfire, it was more like a one-sided shot. Professor Li said: "Will the enemy lie in ambush in the dark and prepare to attack us? I said, "This piece is bright here, and we have to fight early." It's important to find someone quickly, maybe there will be help. "Although I said so, I still don't know the bottom in my heart, according to Wang Qingzheng's character, if it was okay, I would have shouted a long time ago, which turn is our turn to find.

I was thinking about where to start, when Shirley Young secretly patted me and said mysteriously, "Don't move, there's light over there." I glanced at her finger and saw a vague white light, and something seemed to be crawling in the darkness behind the aperture.

Professor Li's eyes widened, and if it weren't for the fat man holding him down, the old man would almost jump up. I told the fat man to keep the light on for cover, and then dived down and slowly moved towards the glow. When I got a little closer, I realized that it was the light from a flashlight. It was a civilian flashlight wrapped in an orange plastic shell with a braided rope attached to its tail. Probably because the battery was running out, the light in the flashlight had become dim and hung from the corner of a carved horizontal chair. I didn't know who the owner of the flashlight was, and I didn't understand why it was in this place, so I looked back, and the fat man was still looking at the place, but Shirley Young was nowhere to be seen, and I thought she must be approaching me too. I looked at the flickering light, and no longer hesitated, reaching for the braided rope on my tail. I don't know if it's an illusion, but just as I was about to touch the rope, I seemed to see something jump out from under the horizontal chair.

When I came back to my senses, my fingertips suddenly cooled, and a dark shadow pounced on me and slammed me to the ground. I grabbed my throat and flipped it sideways, kicking it without saying a word. The black shadow coughed, I rushed forward following the voice, lifted the other party up, and took a closer look, it was actually Wang Qingzheng. His eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to break free from my grasp. I slapped him with my backhand, and he stopped, looked at me stupidly, stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "A lot of heads!" There are heads everywhere! ”

Although Wang Qingzheng's tone is not very reliable, he can at least be useful at critical moments, if he hadn't seen any extremely terrifying scenes, he would definitely not be scared of this lost soul. I took a quick look around, and I didn't see the head he was talking about, but I saw Owen lying on the side, gasping for air. He was covered in blood and appeared to have been shot.

Shirley Yang had already leaned out of the darkness at this time, and when he saw this scene, he didn't ask anything, and helped Owen treat his wound first. Wang Dashao stayed for a while before he came to his senses, and stammered: "I, I was injured?" ”

I can't bear it, but there's no point in lying at this point. When he saw that I acquiesced, his expression suddenly became even more lost. The fat man and Professor Li successively found the lamp cup on the wall pillar of the main hall, and the 10,000-year-old oil in it had not dried up, but the wick had long been rotten. We tore some bandages, dipped them in lamp oil, and made homemade wicks, and lit five or six lamps in a row, and half of the hall suddenly lit up.

"Little Wang is wilting?" The fat man glanced at Owen, who couldn't afford to be hurt, and asked me what was wrong. I don't know much about the situation either. Wang Qingzheng recalled: "There were obviously two people standing here before, but after I walked by, they disappeared. I don't know what hit me, the force was very strong, the flashlight immediately fell, and the moment it hit the ground, I saw a person standing on the side, and it couldn't be counted as a person, anyway, it was a human-like thing, very close to me, and it was full of heads, so I shot. ”

"No, what do you mean to have a head all over your body?"

"I can't tell, but from that glance, I saw that the man had a head from head to toe, and I didn't know if he grew it or hung it later. I didn't dare hesitate when the flashlight fell to the side, and when I reacted...... he pointed to Owen and said, "You two just popped up." ”

After hearing this, the fat man laughed and said: "In the end, you didn't know whether you saw it or not, in my opinion, you are timid, and you find reasons to quibble if you are wrong." ”

"Fart! Can I be wrong about such a big person? That's a monster with a full head. ”

"Okay, okay, you can make it hard, you can make it up, as soon as you hear it, you haven't heard of Journey to the West, no matter how demonic you are, you have to have hands and feet, right? All over the head, you turn into one and I'll see, I'll see what it takes to pee and. ”

Although I don't believe that there are any monsters with heads in the world, I have also noticed one thing: we did see people in the main hall before, but now they are gone. Professor Li ignored the quarrel between the two and threw himself into his research again. Shirley Young treated Owen's wounds, wiped his hands and said, "It didn't hurt his muscles and bones, just bruises, but it was enough for him." We don't have anesthetic, and the wounds are hard stitched. When he said that, he saw someone pounce on Wang Qingzheng, but it was too dark to see his face clearly, and that person was very big, half a head taller than him, and his movements were relatively stiff. ”

Owen is a typical Western big man, and if the other party is taller than him, it will be at least two meters. It is obviously not easy for such a behemoth to avoid our sight and hide in the empty hall.

"Eighty percent of them have run away, and there is no hiding place here." I checked around the chair and saw that we weren't the first to arrive here, "the bullet is not the right caliber, this small-caliber bullet should be a pistol." I handed the shell to Shirley Young, who looked at it and said with certainty, "The caliber is different, and it's not American." See the scratches on the cartridge casing? It's a black market. ”

Wang Puyuan and the Japanese named Waseda both grabbed us, but judging from the time they went to the ground, even if they handed over, it shouldn't be here, so why did these bullets appear in the main hall? Is there someone like Wang Qingzheng, who was attacked by an unknown object? Thinking of this, I'm going to look up the neighborhood again. In addition to some symbolic bronze iron halberds, the most striking thing in the main hall is a group of chimes arranged along the wall. The bell is divided into three layers, with a total height of about two meters, and I took a cursory visual inspection and found that there are at least 50 chimes of different sizes on the entire bronze bell frame, all of which remain in a natural hanging state. The fat man stood in front of the chime for a long time and couldn't help himself, I walked over and said to him, "Don't dream, Lao Li is staring." If you dare to fight this thing, he'll be the first to fight you. ”