I held a lighter and observed my surroundings and it occurred to me that if this was really a burial pit, there must be a passage connecting the burial chamber.

The funeral system began in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and many burial pits were unearthed before the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but most of them were not recorded, so they cannot be used as historical evidence. In ancient China, the left has always been respected, the right is inferior, so the tomb also follows this tradition, the burial of the slave status is low, so often buried in the southeast of the tomb, this is the extremely low position, and in order for these burial slaves to serve the tomb owner well, after the Qin and Han dynasties, a passage connecting the main tomb was developed, and it is called the ghost road in the "Book of Burial".

The famous Qin Terracotta is a kind of burial, but there was no ghost road at that time, so the Terracotta Warriors and Horses were far away from the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, and this area in front of me, if it was really a burial pit, then it was likely that there would be a ghost road leading to the Tianyuan coffin.

As soon as this thought came to my mind, my spirit suddenly lifted up, and the tense heart that was scared before was also relaxed, and I don't know how long this lighter can last, and there is a danger that the oil will run out at any time, what I want to do now is to make a long-term light source as soon as possible, and then find the ghost path of the day.

Thinking of this, I can't help but focus on the corpses, those corpses are men and women, old and young, the clothes on the bodies have long been integrated with the corpses, due to the cold natural environment and high-altitude climatic conditions here, these corpses are still lifelike after thousands of years, and even the eyeballs have not shrunk.

Under the bleak light, there were several corpse eyeballs, just staring directly at me, I was covered in hair, and my whole body was soaked, and I suddenly felt a cold air rising into my bones. Immediately, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly limped through the corpse to search, hoping to find the materials used as a light source.

The wound under his feet lost his pain at the moment because of the cold, so he limped and walked straight forward for more than ten meters, but he could still only see dense corpses, not even a single speck of sawdust. Seeing that the flame of the lighter was bright and dark, and I didn't know when it would be over, I was as anxious as a fire, if it weren't for the corpses around me, I almost wanted to scold my mother.

Once the lighter goes out, then I will be trapped here, accompanied by a pile of zongzi in the dark, and if I can't keep it, there will be one or two lively zongzi who want to communicate with me.

The light of the lighter had flickered even more violently, and I had now moved away from the water's edge, and walked about twenty meters to the shore, and when I turned back, I could no longer see the surface of the water, not only did I not find anything that could be used to make torches, but I also did not see a shadow of the ghost road.

I don't know how big this burial pit is, but there are no less than a hundred corpses that I have seen so far, and I don't know how many slaves were killed at the beginning of its construction.

At this time, my eyes fell on a very small corpse, looking at the size, this corpse should have been a child, about six or seven years old at the time of death, but from my point of view, there was a hideous scar under his raised neck and shins, rolling purple flesh.

The child's face still retains the frightened look of death, although the skin and flesh have shrunk, but the distorted expression, even if you look at it, it is shocking. The ancient people created many miracles that cannot be explained to this day, and the bronze tree, the bronze door, makes people feel awe-inspiring at the same time, but also ignorant.

How resentful and frightened this child must have been when his throat was cut and bloodied, and thrown into the ground full of corpses. While I was lamenting what had happened to this corpse, a crazy idea came to me.

My eyes moved to the hand of the child's corpse, whose hand seemed to have been cut off before his death, no palm, only a bare and convex arm, which had contracted and dried to form a black-purple color, but the fat in it was still not completely lost, and if it was set on fire, it could burn for a long time.

As soon as this thought came to me, my whole body shuddered, I didn't know how I could have such a terrible thought, but when I saw the fire that would be extinguished at any time, and thought of what I was going to face next, in addition to fear, there was an indescribable frenzy in my heart.

I can't die, it's terrible to die here.

In my mind, the image of my corpse sleeping with these thousand-year-old rice dumplings appeared, and I was almost scared to death by my own imagination. My eyes were fixed on the child's corpse, my heart struggled fiercely, and the thought of pulling out his arm for illumination, I felt that the touch of my palm seemed to emerge, stiff with softness, and a faint ** smell...... But in just a moment, I walked towards the corpse, and at that moment, I suddenly understood the madness of the German team, that people could really do anything when they were in extreme fear and despair.

My throat stiffened, my outstretched hand trembled, and I couldn't help but tighten my throat as I looked at the twisted and painful face of the child's corpse, and although there was a voice in my heart that kept urging me to do it quickly, I just couldn't do it.

In the past two years, although I have gained a lot of courage, I feel panicked just thinking about using corpses to illuminate this kind of thing.

I didn't dare to start after watching it for a long time, pretending to have a calm expression on my face to make psychological hints to myself, but my hands were shaking terribly, and now like this, if I show it to the fat man, I will definitely laugh at me for three years and two years.

At that moment, a slight snort sounded in my ears, the sound of a lighter flame jumping.

I quickly looked up, and saw that the flame was already half shorter than before, and although it was not green, it was almost at the end of its life.

Seeing this, I couldn't care about being afraid, scolded myself fiercely in my heart, and then kowtowed to the child's corpse, and said: "Little friend, I am trapped here now, I need to borrow your corpse to use it, I hope you will be merciful, don't worry about me, if I can get out alive, I promise to find the best speaker in Tibet to give you a surplus." ”

I used to think that I was a young man in the new era, and my brain was Marx's theory, and I never believed in any ghosts and gods, and I thought that people who prayed to God and worshiped Buddha were simple-minded and poisoned by feudal tea, but in the past few years, I have encountered more than a dozen ghosts of zongzi, and the ghosts just hit the wall is like eating a light meal, and whoever wants to talk to me about atheism again, I will smoke him directly.

I said thank you to the rice dumplings, and gritted my teeth, endured the nervous tremor and touched the arm of the child corpse, trying to ignore the strange touch in my hand, and with a hard effort, the dry arm was pulled out by me, and I quickly used the lighter to light it.

Although it was very stiff, the fat mixed with the fabric quickly ignited, and at this moment, the specially equipped three-proof lighter finally lit up with a green light, and the green light flashed faintly and went out.

The sound is very small, but in this dead space, it is very clear, and the faint voice, as if it is deep in your nerves, makes people feel a little weird.

I held the 'torch', looking at its dancing flames, I suddenly felt a cold sweat, I never thought that I would do such a terrifying thing, subconsciously looked at the child corpse, this glance, I suddenly met a pair of cold eyes.

I felt a little softening in my heart, and I felt weak.

The corpse of this child was obviously leaning up its neck just now, why did it lower its head now? Suddenly, the hairs on my body stood up, and I staggered back a few steps, my eyes staring at the broken child corpse, maybe I was too hard just now, and the rest of the child's limbs looked like they would break at any time, and my scalp was numb when I saw it.

At the same time, there was a sound of bones rubbing behind me, as if someone who had not been active for too long was moving his bones.

You don't have to look at me to know that it must be the corpse of the thousand-year-old ice dumplings, and I suddenly had the urge to scold my mother. Didn't I tell you just now, I didn't see you resist, what kind of chaos is there at this time?

Suddenly, I remembered the lighter that had been extinguished, and suddenly a spirit, could it be that the lighter...... Was it blown up?

At this time, the sound of bones rubbing behind me is getting closer and closer, and the human torch in my hand at the moment is the only source of light, so it is naturally impossible to give up, so I can only run for my life.

In the past, in the fight, someone always pulled me at the critical moment, but this time I knew that no one would pull me again.

There is a psychologist in the United States, who said that when people reach extreme horror, they will forget to go to the horror together, and enter a state of madness, I think I am not far from that state at the moment, at first I was running away from the corpses under my feet, and in the end, I almost ran on these rice dumplings.

At this time, an idea suddenly popped up in my mind, when Lao Tzu was so fearless and fearless, no one appreciated it, which was really a bit sorry for the scene.

After thinking about it, I even have the heart to jump off the cliff, damn it, I must have been stimulated too much, I have been nervous, I have such an unreliable idea, I was definitely infected by that dead fat man.

I ran all the way with the torch in my hand, stumbling for a hundred or so meters, and I never saw my head.

I felt a pang in my heart, I felt that something was wrong, the scale of this burial pit was too huge, the legend that Samba told was about the Western Zhou Dynasty, so that even the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty could not have such a large burial specification.

So, who is buried in this heavenly abyss coffin? What is this massive burial pit for? I couldn't think too much about this moment, so I could only run forward with all my strength, and I didn't even have time to look back, only to hear the thing seem to be getting closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of bones rubbing, and a smell of burning.

It took me time to react, it was the smell of burning torches, this thing was very burned, this half a day, there was no trace of shortening, at this moment, I felt a smell of ugliness behind my ears, the smell rushed straight to my nose, I was startled, reflexively squatted down, only to hear the sound of swishing in my ears, as if something flew over my head.

I noticed that the thing was in front of me, and I quickly retreated, but as soon as I took a step, I felt a sharp pain in my foot, and the wound from the radish began to bleed out again.

At this time, I found that not far in front of me, it was already the end of the burial pit, and there was a gray tomb door on the dark stone wall, and a large hole had been broken in the middle of the tomb door, which was obviously blown open by something like explosives.