The difference between the two paragraphs before and after him was 108,000 miles, and I didn't turn a corner at once, and I didn't know what the connection was. Master Yu said: "The matter of the old rotten millet is in vain to tell you. In short, you have to remember that those Japanese people are not good at stubble, and you can't believe anything they tell you. Be sure to destroy the golden tripod, and don't let them get what is inside. ”

"What do you mean, is there really an elixir of immortality? They also inflicted your wounds? ”

The corners of Master Yu's mouth twitched, and then he fell silently. I pounced on it and found that the old man had really lost his breath this time.

I talked to him and realized that there are only a handful of things that have been said today. The old man came to me like this, and the front foot was still talking, but the back foot was gone, which was really devastating. I was stunned for a long time, unable to accept his death. The candle in the corner burned, the flame occasionally crackled, and beyond that, the whole world fell silent. After experiencing the blink of an eye of life and death, I tried to pull myself together, and my mind was desperately thinking about the next step. The first thing that came to mind was the package that Master Yu snatched from me, and although he repeatedly told me that the contents of the bag could not see the light, I was still full of curiosity, and I always felt that this thing had something to do with his death. Besides, if this thing is really important, then it can't be allowed to rot with Master Yu's corpse, in case it is found by those with ill intentions, wouldn't Master Yu sacrifice in vain and give his life in vain. I made up my mind, bowed solemnly to Master Yu's body, and then took out the sackcloth bag from his arms. Because he had taken care of this object in advance and could not see the light, I didn't dare to open it lightly for a while, and only carefully put it in my backpack. I don't know if Master Yu still has relatives alive, thinking that he will always have to explain to the archaeological team after he goes back, so I slipped his canvas satchel in my hand, wiped the blood off the old man's face, and put him in a posture with a straight head and feet to survive the posterity.

"Dear technical mentor Master Yu, as an ordinary underground worker, you have been working on the front line of your career for so many years, laying a solid foundation for the work of ancient culture in our country. Now, although your ** is gone, the spirit will always be with us. One Master Yu fell, and tens of thousands of Master Yu stood up. We are not arrogant, modest and studious, and are determined to be a cultural relics porter in the new century, continue to sway our youth and blood on the land where you have fought, and carry forward your legacy. "After saying this, I felt that I had done my duty, and the only thing I could do now was to find someone else and crush the Japanese conspiracy once and for all. I took two steps, stepped back, bowed deeply to Master Yu again, and took off the liberation shoes on his feet.

"I'm really sorry, I'm going back and burning two new pairs for you. I'm really in a hurry, forgive me. "I checked my feet, although they looked bloody and blurry, but after careful cleaning, I found that there was no flesh and bones, and I wrapped my feet twice with bandages and stuffed them into Master Yu's shoes, which were just the right size. I blew out the candle in the dark room, and went sideways into the secret passageway. There was still blood left by Master Yu on both sides of the wall, and I didn't know where this secret passage would lead, and whether it would be possible to meet Shirley Yang and them.

My flashlight had been completely out of cooking before, but Master Yu had a ready-made flashlight in his bag, as well as three or four candles that had not yet burned out. I didn't know when I would be able to join the army, so I took a jade bottle, poured a little wax into it, and put the candle in the middle to serve as a lighting device.

This secret passage was shorter than I expected, and the only downside was that there were too many forks in the road, and I wouldn't even know where to go next without the bloodstains left by Master Yu along the way. I remembered the map of the burial chamber in my mind, and tried to compare my location with the main burial chamber, but after a long detour, I had to admit that I had completely lost my way and could not tell where I was now.

I turned back and forth in the secret passage for more than a dozen turns, and at last I wasn't even sure if I was following the path Master Yu had come from. Fortunately, after walking for a while, I saw the exit, I saw several cold lights outside, and hurriedly blew out the candle in my hand, and the cat leaned down and quietly moved towards the exit. After a few looks, I found that the sources of light were all artificially erected new lighting equipment, two on the left and right rock foundations, a total of four, which set off the already gloomy and deserted tomb even more terrifyingly.

Although Wang Puyuan came early, after all, he was such a team of people and couldn't bring so much equipment. The rest may be the Japanese, menacing and well-armed, and if the people who built the fortifications here are really them, it can only mean one thing: they have not yet found what they are looking for, and they intend to prepare for war here for a long time. I stood at the exit of the secret passage, trying to find out the true face of the enemy, but I squatted until my legs were numb, and I still didn't see half a figure. I can't help but put a question mark in my mind: where have all the people gone?

From what I have observed, it must be an unfinished transept, with unpolished natural rock walls and a large stone staircase below. There is a small generator under the cold light on the two walls, and there is a pile of wooden boxes in the corner, although the distance is too far to make out the words on it, but it is estimated that it should contain emergency food. This ear room is completely like a temporary command room at the moment, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be even a single guard left around. Unless they have a last resort and have to mobilize all their hands. I waited a little longer to make sure there was no one in the ear chamber, and then I squeezed out of the secret passage. I had been stuck in the hole horizontally, and my whole body was almost numb, but after I came out, I suddenly had a feeling of being a new person. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the so-called secret passage was originally a crack in the rock wall. In ancient times, most of the craftsmen who built tombs could not escape the doom of martyrdom in the end, so most of them prepared a way back for themselves. I couldn't figure out why such a narrow and strange path was built, because it turned out that this road was originally made by nature, and later generations just used it on the basis of nature and carried out simple processing to escape for their lives, but I don't know if the craftsman who built this secret path finally escaped along with it.

The humming of the cavern echoed incessantly, and I jumped off the rock wall where I was and walked straight to the stone steps in the center of the cavern. A closer look reveals that this is a base that has not yet been polished, similar to the lotus seat used for Buddha statues today. The religious worship of the Qin period had not yet risen to the national class, and the rulers had not yet transformed religion into a tool of rule, and people believed in the theory of gods and ghosts more out of fear and worship of nature. Huang Laozhi's theory was valued in the Qin period, and a large part of the reason came from the desire of those in power for eternal life; The development of Taoism stemmed in part from the mythological gods and goddesses of folk mythology who were shaped into idols for worship.

As I climbed down the rock wall, I found many marks of excavation and dragging, and I deduced that this transept was originally a miniature quarry, and that some of the ornaments needed to build the tomb were mined and polished here.

There were some books and texts neatly arranged on the stone steps, and when I picked them up, I saw that they were all Japanese characters that I couldn't understand, as well as photos and drawings. I saw Lin Fang in one of the photos, wearing a military uniform, standing on the beach with a group of foreigners, and there was a lookout-like building in the distance, which is probably where they found the submarine tomb. I picked up the pattern and looked through it carefully, and after making sure that this was the temporary base of the little devils, people were less nervous. I climbed down the stone steps, examined the wooden crates piled in the corners, and when I opened them, I was shocked to find that they contained not food at all, but neatly wrapped explosives. Could it be that the Japanese want to blow up the grave of the mother? No, according to Master Yu, they were indeed looking for Jinding. So what are these explosives for? Just as I was hesitating, the cold light above my head suddenly flashed a few times, making a fierce electric sound. Before I could look up, I heard a pop, and the whole ear chamber was plunged into darkness.

The lights went out so suddenly that it was pitch black in front of me, and I didn't know what was going on. I felt for the wooden box and quickly crouched into the gap between it and the wall. I closed my eyes to get used to the darkness, and when I opened them again, there was still darkness and dead silence all around me. I shook my head and realized that I had made a huge mistake, there was no light underground, and it was closed in vain. I remembered that the generator was not far from the explosives, maybe I could go over and check the situation, maybe it was just a simple circuit failure. But as soon as I got up, I heard footsteps, and I held my breath and crouched down again, listening carefully to the sounds around me. This time the footsteps were more obvious, heavy and heavy, and the sound of sand and gravel rubbing on the surface was constantly heard in the air, and the other party seemed to be carrying a heavy object, making the ground rustle. I took a slow breath and reached for my pistol, trying to discern where the sound was. But when I calmed down again, I found that the footsteps had completely disappeared, and my heart fluttered and beat violently. I can't believe that in less than three seconds, the other party can disappear into this huge ear chamber out of thin air, is there any other passage here? I thought about it, could it be that I had been exposed, and the other party was also watching my movements in the dark. I decided to wait and see, as long as the other party was still in this room, sooner or later he would show his feet.

I don't know how long it took, but there was no movement in the darkness. I can't help but wonder, why hasn't anyone come to overhaul the lights for so long? Where have all the Japanese gone? I couldn't stand the stuffy atmosphere anymore and reached for my flashlight, intending to find out.

Once I got up, I rushed in the direction where I remembered the generator, and the journey was surprisingly smooth and didn't attract anyone's attention. Did I hear it wrong? No one came in at all, was it just a simple power outage? After reaching the intended target, I crouched down and raised my flashlight to look around, but I didn't notice any suspicious people entering or leaving. I put aside my misgivings and lowered my head to check the generator. The moment I stretched out my hand, the rustling of footsteps sounded again in the ear room, and I didn't have time to turn off the flashlight at this time, so I simply stood up, put the gun on the flashlight and shouted, "Who is it?" Come out! ”

The sound of low footsteps paused for a moment, then quickly approached me. I fired a warning shot into the darkness, but the other party didn't care, still didn't say a word, and rushed at great speed. At this time, I was in the light and the other party was in the dark, and I lost my only advantage by rashly extinguishing the flashlight. I made up my mind to stand still and wait for the other person to break into line of sight before giving him a head-on blow. In the blink of an eye, a black shadow shook the aperture of the flashlight, and I didn't have time to see the other party's true face, so I fired three shots in one breath. The man didn't hide, but ran straight into the gun with his gun. I held my flashlight high, only to see a distorted human face rushing in front of me. If you are bitten head-on this time, will it be okay? I didn't care about the posture of the wolf, and bent down to avoid his impact, but the flashlight in my hand was also knocked to the end.

The man's jaw was completely disjointed, his eyes were covered with white light, and he wanted to pop out at any moment, and most importantly, I couldn't feel his breath at all. After such a series of movements, I didn't even have the slightest sound of breathing, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had encountered a ghost.

I couldn't tell where the other party was in the dark, so I shot in self-defense and crawled to find a flashlight. It didn't seem to need light to discern a man's position,9 and I had to keep a proper distance from him by the sound of footsteps near and far. The guy didn't seem to have any fear of firearms, and kept chasing after me, and I could only keep changing my position, but in the middle of this, I was getting farther and farther away from the flashlight. In a panic, I didn't know what I bumped into, and I felt a tingling pain in my lower back, and I almost fell on my head. I reached out and touched it, and found a pile of wooden crates around me, and I gasped slightly, and it seemed that I had gone back to the place where the explosives were piled up.

I listened and saw that the man who had attacked me had disappeared into thin air again, and only my own heavy, rapid breathing could be heard in the entire ear chamber. The thought that the other person can see me clearly in the dark, and I can't even figure out what the other person is, I can't help but feel anxious. The cold sweat I had had had turned into a hot sweat all over my body, and if this guy didn't show up again, I was afraid that I would go crazy.

After a brief silence, a foul stench began to fill the air, and I wrinkled my nose and shifted my position slightly, just then the rustling of footsteps sounded again, this time behind me. I shuddered, and before I could think about it, I felt a cool breeze blow through the back of my neck. I leaned forward and rolled forward, the pain in my neck was scorching, and I covered it with my hand, and a stream of wet liquid instantly gushed out from between my fingers. I knew that I had been hurt this time, that there was no excess fat in the neck, that there was no defense, and that there was a piercing pain in the back of the neck. A cervical spine injury could easily lead to paralysis, but at the moment I didn't have the leisure to take care of the injury, so I gritted my teeth and rolled to the side, avoiding the second attack that was as rapid as a torrential rain.