I told the third master my thoughts, and the third master nodded and said, "Even if it's not like this, it's pretty much the same." ”

The big head asked, "Then there is another doubt?" ”

When the third master heard this, he smiled and said, "In the end, this is actually not a suspicious point. Maybe I didn't see through it. Hadron, don't you see that? "I listened to my heart and said: I almost died in that thing, what else can I see?

But he just shook his head slightly, and after seeing my reaction, the third master said, "Didn't you notice that the last immortal death of the pan gourd on the painting did not go to some heaven or heaven, but to the mountain that inhabited the beasts?" This is unreasonable, it stands to reason that the immortal should have ascended to some heavenly kingdom to enjoy the blessings, how could he live among the beasts. ”

I also thought about it at the time, so I said: "It may be some obscure metaphor of the Miao people, we don't understand." After hearing this, the third master didn't think much about it. Neither I nor I thought at this time that this small change at that time would have a big impact on the course of our lives later on. We discussed it, but we didn't find anything that would actually help us.

The big head said: "Don't worry, Qiangzi, let's rest here now." Especially if you have to take care of your body, and then we're looking for it slowly. And since the crooked mouth has left a mark, and now that there is a gun in hand, there will be no danger for the time being. I nodded, too, to my weak body, and spirit that had just recovered from a breakdown.

You can't go any further. I could only lie down in that room, but fortunately there was some nutrient solution in the big head's package, and I drank it and soon fell asleep again. When I woke up, I saw that the third master and the big head were sleeping. I tried to get up slowly.

After a brief exercise, I found that I could do some basic actions. Just as I was walking back and forth around this room, the third master woke up, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Qiangzi, now I can act." I nodded, "Yes." Basic walking should be no problem. As I spoke, I walked up to demonstrate to the third master.

At this time, the big head turned over and woke up, and said, "You are recovering quite quickly, come on, come on, and eat something." "The three of us got together and ate the canned food from the big one's package. We discussed what to do after that.

Then the food was distributed, and if it was washed away, everyone could get it. After all, we really don't want to go through the situation where we didn't have any supplies before.

After a break, the three of us got up and pushed open the only bronze iron door in the hall. The gate was clearly opened, and it was thought that the crooked mouth had already walked through it. After the gate is a hall. The big head stood at the front, and the third master and I stood on both sides. When you enter the hall, you will find that the furnishings of the previous hall are almost identical.

It's basically an empty room. The big head asked, "Third Master, why did you say they built such an empty house?" The third master said: "Who knows, there are still doubts about such a hidden place of immortal death." Who knows what these Miao people think. The third master raised his head at this time and suddenly sighed. The whole room was almost three meters high, and when we looked up, there seemed to be something painted on it. The third master took out a waterproof flashlight from his package and shone it up.

I was tired of seeing this mural before that pan jade statue, and I was not in the mood. And the third master watched with interest. Then we pushed open another door, and it was another room with the same layout. I looked around with the big head for the number left by the crooked mouth, while the third master kept looking up at the mural. And so on and so forth, and we walked through about five rooms.

When the big head casually pushed open the bronze door, he fell to the ground in surprise. Then he exclaimed, "What a man! The two of us were shocked, and when we looked at the doorway, there was a person squatting in the doorway.

With a scepter in his hand, he was looking at us in the dim light. But the more I look at it, the stranger it becomes. Why didn't this man move?

The three of us had the courage to approach the "person" step by step, and it was not until we got closer that we realized that it was actually a fake pottery man. The big head immediately scolded. Strange to say, although the clothes worn by the pottery man are rotten and there is not much left, the upper body of the pottery man is painted with a large number of colors, and it is intact.

The terracotta figurines are the same from head to toe, otherwise they wouldn't have made me have a false alarm. However, the face of the potter was gray and red, although this was the case, the color ink that did not fade for thousands of years was really admirable to the color mixing technology at that time.

The pottery figure in the corridor is erected on a stone platform, and it seems that the prototype of this pottery figure is supposed to be a priest. The scepter in his hand has long been unadorned. Although the pottery is a product of Miaodi, it does not have the style of Miaodi at all.

Most of the human carvings in Miaodi are carved in a rather primitive style of sculpture, mostly carved from stone or jade. However, the style of this terracotta figurine inherits the style of the Qin Dynasty to a certain extent, the shape is exaggerated, the technique is simple, and the characteristics seem to be easy to come by, and the shape and size of the sculpture of the Qin Dynasty are similar to the real person, but the characteristics of the different forms are very consistent.

I suddenly remembered the terracotta warriors and horses I had seen countless times. However, when it comes to the exquisite skills of funeral figurines and human carvings, it is also the inheritance and crystallization of the craftsmanship of a dynasty. The burial of figurines is also the evolution of the burial of living people, to the Warring States Period, the barbaric custom of burial of living people was gradually replaced by terracotta figurines of various materials, coupled with the increasingly prosperous thick burial style, so that all kinds of pottery manufacturing unprecedentedly developed.

But although the Han Dynasty was after the Qin Dynasty, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang were also the pinnacle of figurine production in the world. Although the room here has the light of the black shark man, the light is too dim, and the light of the flashlight is not large, and the pottery man can be regarded as a real person for a while. Although the technology of making terracotta figurines here is not as high as that of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, the level is not far behind.

The servant was half-kneeling on the clay plate, kneeling on his left knee and squatting straight on his right foot, facing the direction from which we came, with slender eyebrows, a solemn countenance, his head tilted upward, and his eyes looking upward, as if praying for the heavens and the coming of the gods. All thoughts flashed in my mind, this terracotta figurines themselves have great research value, but we are not archaeologists, and except for the third master, we don't know anything about Miao Di at all.

But I still touched the terracotta figurine with my hand. Because I saw the terracotta warriors and horses but didn't touch them with my hands, it can be regarded as compensation. I noticed that the figurine seemed to be fixed on the ground, but I suddenly saw a very strange look in the eyes of one of the figurines. I was just about to go up and touch the eye when there was a "squeak" sound from among the figurines. Then there was a "pop" that burst from top to bottom. A shriveled corpse inside then tumbled to the ground.

Damn, no wonder it's the same as the real thing, there's a fucking one in there. The third master, the big head, and I immediately took a step back. It is said that the terracotta warriors and horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang were poured by living people, I still don't believe it, but now I believe it. The third master is still an expert, and he went to inspect the corpses.

The dried corpse is naked**, because it is extremely shriveled and can no longer distinguish appearance and gender. Only the shriveled flesh was left attached to the shriveled bones. The third master said: "This corpse should have been dried before it was made into a figurine. The big head said: "He loves to die as much as he likes, and he has been dead for two thousand years, to say the least." Let's go. ”

The two of us nodded, stepping past the corpse and into the room. As soon as we entered the room, we were blown away by what we saw. This hall was several times larger than the one we had passed before. To our surprise, it was densely packed with painted figurines.

Over the millennia, some of the colors have fallen off, but the overall look feels like a group of real people kneeling on the ground. I finally realized what it was like to see thousands of terracotta warriors and horses with oil paint on their faces when archaeologists opened the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. But the paintings of the terracotta warriors and horses have been weathered.

But the hundreds of figurines we see are still basically intact. The big head said, "This, this, these are hundreds of living people." I suddenly reflected a question and asked the third master: "Third master, it's not right." The original intention of this figurine was to be buried in place of the living. This, this, sewing the living into the figurines, it is better to bury the living directly. ”

When the third master heard this, he also frowned and said, "I don't know, I've never heard of it." Is it to preserve something? The third master shook his head, and also looked at those figurines with a puzzled expression. We cautiously passed through the side of the hall, and suddenly found that a figurine had been touched, and the dried corpse had peeled off from the sealed figurine.

A few of us deduced that it was most likely a mistake that came across this place with a crooked mouth. Sure enough, we found one of the two large doors on the other side of the hall with a crooked mouth. The big head pushed open the door, and when the door was pushed open, there was no trace of someone pushing it before.

And what is strange is that the hall on the other side is not bright, and it is dark and frightening, the third master stopped the big head and said: "Wait, it is very likely that it is a confined space inside, and there is no oxygen, so those black sharks are extinguished." ”

I said, "No, if it's a confined space and no one has ever entered it, where does the crooked mouth go?" ”

The third master heard that I was reasonable, so he let the big head continue to open the door. Suddenly, there was a rancid smell from the door. big

The head said: "Damn, it's more flavorful than a thatched house." "Then he started vomiting outside the gate.

I smelled that smell and my body felt sick too. I said, "Big head, get out of here, it might smell poisonous." ”