The team was divided into two groups and carried out the work of digging the hole.

The progress of the seventh master was unusually smooth, but the robbery hole had been dug very deep, but there was no tomb at all.

Although the deeper the tomb, the more it means that it has the meaning of hiding qi, and the more suitable it is to bury the burial chamber. However, the thief hole on the Seventh Master's side is inevitably too deep and a little unreasonable.

And on my side, I dig in shifts with the fat man, as well as the smoke man and others. The deep pit on the ground was also dug six or seven stories deep, but there was no trace of the tomb at all, and there was no trace of it. I can't help but wonder if the inference is wrong.

As the sky turned dark and twilight fell, I suddenly had an idea, that is, it was not that my and Zha Laoqi's inference was wrong, but that this was actually a confused grave of doubt. Sure enough, as Master said: The three acupuncture points on the map, some of which are true and some are false. Therefore, the first acupuncture point we have found now does not exist at all, and even if our current inference is correct, it is also the underground tomb that we have found.

I looked around with some disappointment, and said to myself: It's a pity that such a good feng shui is integrated!

After figuring it out, I called the fat man in the pit to come up, rested near the pit tonight, and changed course tomorrow to the small Xing'anling mountain range in the northwest direction.

The excavation of the first grave site ended without a problem, and everyone was inevitably a little disappointed, so I wanted to boost morale, but for some reason the fat man and Zha Ling'er suddenly quarreled, which made the originally low atmosphere even more stiff, so I had to tell everyone to rest early and get up early tomorrow to hurry.

Because it is not good to be a teacher. So I was a little panicked and slept very unsteadily.

When I slept until midnight. Suddenly I heard a commotion in the silence of the night. It's particularly harsh. I was wondering where the voice came from, and then I heard a voice calling my name, and I couldn't help but wonder to myself: Could it be that the ghost cry from last night has reappeared?

But the howl of the ghost, how could it call my name, I immediately got up and looked around.

Moonlit swamps and meadows, starlit and dewdropped. Cool and very peaceful.

In the dim darkness, I didn't see anything but my sleeping teammates, so I thought I had just heard a hallucination in my dream, so I was going to sleep again.

Instead, I heard shouting again. And this time, not only did I shout my name, but also the names of the sweaty man and the seventh master, and I couldn't help but follow the sound in surprise. Finding that the sound came from the deep pit that had been dug before, he immediately stood up in surprise, carried the windproof lamp, and walked to the front of the deep pit. Then he put the lamp into the pit. A figure flickered below.

I was about to ask who was at the bottom of the pit when I suddenly felt someone behind me, but I didn't have time to turn back. Something struck me suddenly, causing my body to tilt forward. Fell directly into the pit.

When I fell, my heart was half cold. There are six or seven stories high in the pit, and if you fall to your death, you will become crippled.

I was full of fear, and just after a moment, I fell into the gentle water, and only found it when I got up. The deep pit was dug through, and below it was an underground river nearly five meters wide, which was large in scale and abundant in water.

The murky underground water was so cold that I jumped out of the water and jumped ashore.

Suddenly, a person came out of the darkness and complained loudly, "I called you to help me up, why did you fall?" ”

The sudden appearance of a figure in the darkness startled me, and when I fixed my eyes, I found that it was a fat man, so I asked him in surprise, "Why are you here?" ”

It turned out that it was convenient for the fat man to get up in the middle of the night, and vaguely heard someone talking in the deep pit, so he curiously tied the rope lock and jumped into the deep pit. He heard what seemed to be someone talking in the ground, so he boldly began to dig, but before he could dig a few shovels of soil, the ground under his feet suddenly collapsed. So, he fell, and then shouted the names of his teammates in shifts, waiting for someone to help him up.

Originally, I thought that the cry in the dream was that the fat man was asking for help, but now that I have fallen, we are both trapped underground.

I remembered that the reason I was falling was because a dark shadow was sneaking up on me from behind, causing me to be distracted and fall. But the shadow that struck me was not human, for I heard the sound of flapping wings, like some kind of bird, flapping its wings behind my head.

This led me to guess that it wasn't actually a sneak attack, but a bird flying at night that accidentally hit me, which caused me to fall.

When you think about it, it's really unlucky!

The fat man and I both fell into the underground river, and the cold water made me shiver, so I asked the fat man to continue to cry for help, wring out his clothes on the bank of the river, and then walking around to keep warm.

When I was looking for the tomb of King Xiang in Yunnan, I also fell into the underground river, which is a small hanging underground river in Yunnan. The underground river here, because of the abundance of rivers in the north, has formed an underground dark river that is not much different from the height of the ground, and has a large scale and abundant water.

I stood on the shore and looked around, and if I wanted to get to the other side of the river, I had to wade through the water, but the cold water discouraged me, so I had to go west on this side of the river. The darkness of the underground grew wider and wider, and the scale of the Dark River became more and more magnificent, even beyond the width of the river that surrounds the swamp on the ground.

Suddenly, my foot tripped over something on the ground and almost fell, but after stabilizing my body, I immediately looked down at the ground curiously. I thought it was a protruding stone, but it turned out to be a black clay pot, and half of its body was buried in the dirt. I immediately squatted down, carefully brushed the soil off the top of the clay pot with my hands, and then dug up the soil around the clay pot, and found that it was a black pottery pot, but it was a remnant, only half of it, and the other half was broken, and I couldn't help but feel a great pity.

Black pottery: Born in the late era of the Chinese New Era, with a history of more than 4,000 years, it is a masterpiece of primitive culture. Its color is like ink, the sound is like a bell, thin as paper, bright as a mirror, hard as porcelain and many other reputations.

The pure black presented on the surface of the black pottery is fired by the unique unglazed and colorless carbonization ancient technology, and the finished product is natural, black as lacquer, bright as a mirror, as if there is a soul, and it is very good-looking.

The half of the black clay pot in my hand quietly tells the superb skills of ancient Chinese porcelain.

Holding half of the black clay pot, I began to look down on the riverbank, and then I found many fragments of black pottery on the riverbank, and I couldn't help but infer that there should be underground tombs in the upper reaches of the dark river. Then it was sent to the shore by the gently flowing river. If we go west along the river underground, we might be able to find the right location for the burial chamber.

This also shows that the dots on the map are not suspicious mounds, but because of the changes in the earth's crust, the judgment of Zha Qiye and I is wrong, and the survey will be slightly offset.

However, seeing the numerous fragments of black pottery on the riverbank, it is estimated that the river has washed away the tomb. Even if we find the right burial chamber, it may be empty, but we might as well look for it, or we might as well make a trip in vain.

The fat man's cry for help like ringing a bell finally succeeded in breaking everyone's dreams.

I felt that I had to go upstream, so I asked the fat man not to go up, but to ask the cigarette man to come down first.

After the smoke man came down, he also felt that he should go upstream to have a look, because he didn't know where the tomb was in the underground river, it might be very far, so it was best for everyone to bring their equipment and set off with all of them.

The tomb of the first destination was finally found, and everyone forgot the irritability of the disturbed dream, and excitedly marched towards the underground river. On the way, you can still see fragments of black pottery from time to time, deep in the silt of the riverbank, quietly allowing the white spots to corrode the black mystery. (Antique ware is divided into two types: "earthenware" and "water ware".) Earthenware is an artifact that has been removed from a burial in the land. Water vessels are artifacts taken out of shipwrecks or water burials. The burial goods of the burial are earthy, and the burial goods of the water burial will be corroded by water vapor and microorganisms, and white spots will be formed on the surface. Powerful antique dealers are all through guò to distinguish in detail. ）

The underground river was pitch black, and everyone was driving westward with waterproof flashlights and windproof lamps, one foot deep and one foot shallow, in the potholes, that is, the muddy shore. Walking dozens of meters away, the underground dark river still has not undergone any obvious changes, it can be seen that the underground dark river here is very far away, I don't know when it will come to an end?

The fat man walking beside me suddenly stopped, and then asked me with a frown: "Lao Zheng, listen, is there a baby's cry?"

How can there be a baby's cry in a dark underground canal? The fat man had fallen into the cave because he had heard someone talking underground, and now he had other auditory hallucinations.

I looked at my teammates suspiciously, and everyone shook their heads to indicate that they hadn't heard.

The fat man was very sure that he had heard it correctly, and seeing his resolute attitude with red faces, I immediately felt that something might be wrong, and thought: Could it be that there is a ghost baby in the Kunlun Mountains in the underground river here?

I thought about it for a while, and then I thought it was very possible, because in the upper reaches of the dark river, there was a tomb in it, and it was difficult to keep it in it, and there would not be another ghost baby. So he immediately reminded everyone to be on guard, slowing down the team's movement.

I never heard the baby's cry, but we came to an underground lake. (To be continued......)