Could it be that there are two ancient tombs in Laojingou? This is not in line with feng shui! As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, so how can two tomb owners be buried in one feng shui treasure cave at the same time?

The thousand-year-old fish oil lamps are carved with the holy bird Haidongqing, and the carving process is very exquisite, vivid. But this superb carving process is not like the hands of craftsmen of the previous dynasty, but more like the techniques of the Republic of China.

Wushuang didn't know what the Manchurian holy bird Hai Dongqing had to do with his own family, but Hai Dongqing did appear on many books and antiques handed down by the Dong family, including the title page of this "Thousand Machines and Thieves".

"Oh, grandpa meant to let me come here, not the Qing Dynasty tomb, it seems that this altar hides the things of our Dong family. ”

He walked up the stone steps of the altar in a few steps and walked behind Lu Haotian, Ma Ya, and Ma Sihai, and gently pushed them with his hand, they were still motionless and staring at the stone tablet in front of them in a daze, fortunately their pulses were still beating.

The huge three-legged copper tripod was bubbling with boiling bubbles, and dozens of oil lamps shot out a dim and dark light at the same time, but it was tightly blocked by this giant tripod, and it was impossible to see what was hidden behind the giant tripod.

...... He stood in front of the stele and looked at the empty eyes of the three people and meditated, not in a hurry to see the content of the colorful paintings on the stele.

The more spiritual the animal, the heavier the curiosity, although this yellow skin has Taoism, but it is also difficult to escape his inherent temperament. It learned the posture of the three of them, half squatting and half sitting in front of the stone monument, staring at the little mung bean and staring at the colorful painting on it, the more it looked, the more fascinated it became, one moment squeaking excitedly, and the other time it trembled with horror. After a while, the effort was also sucked away by the strange stone tablet painting, and he was motionless.

"No matter how smart you are, you're not human after all, it seems that I have a chance to pay off our debts this time. Wushuang knew that there was something strange in this painting, and that if he wanted to save them, he had to solve the mystery in this painting, but he also knew that he must not follow in his footsteps, and he should think of a way in advance to avoid being sucked away by it.

He always carried a dagger with him, this dagger was left by Wu Gongyao back then, it can be said that it is an ancestral heirloom, and there are countless Japanese who have been cut off their throats by this sharp dagger. The ancients believed that the more blood the murder weapon stained, the more evil spirits would be warded off, because its murderous aura could suppress evil spirits. Although there is no way to verify this statement, one thing is certain: the severe pain can stimulate the acceleration of blood circulation, make the movement of brain cells more active, and keep the person awake at all times.

He crouched down cross-legged, his right hand grasping the blade of the sharp dagger, which sliced through his palm, and blood trickled down and was swallowed by the blood-red carpet.

The craftsman who painted this stele seems to have very ordinary craftsmanship, and the technique is too strong. The horses, in particular, are lifeless. Speaking of China's first horse painter in modern history, it has to be Xu Beihong, that is the style of a master...... Wait a minute...... How did the hooves of the horses in this painting move?

Wushuang opened his mouth wide in surprise, how was this possible?

"It's a pity that the world is full of ups and downs, and they don't know the true dragon hidden in the clouds. In troubled times, the heroes shine brightly, and Wangjun looks back and thinks about Qifang. As the picture in the stele painting kept changing, the voice of a woman complaining and chanting poetry faintly came from Wushuang's ears.

"Thousands of machines steal the door and mysterious, go to the sky, enter the earth, explore the yin, travel, and determine the future in a trivial word. Golden point, inverted bucket, go to the mountain, hold the treasure, Kuixing is proud of the world!" Wushuang silently followed the woman's voice and said the second half of the poem.

He was no stranger to this line of poetry, which was the inscription on the last page of the book "A Thousand Machines and Thieves". The reason why he was impressed was because the handwriting of this poem and the font of the entire ancient book were not from the hand of one person, and the "Thousand Machines and Thieves" was created by the ancestor of the thief, and his pen was strong and powerful. And the person who wrote this poem wrote the pen lightly and elegantly, and the pen was soft and smooth, and the connoisseur knew at a glance that it was written by his daughter's family. At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, the font that circulated was Chinese traditional, but these lines of poetry were simplified Chinese characters for modern people.

The colorful paintings on the stone tablet were still changing, and Wushuang seemed to see the woman in the painting smiling at him, and the woman had a cold eye, clear and murderous. It is definitely a rare bleak appearance of modern women. In the theft door, the gold point is the noble art, and the face is based on the golden point operation, which belongs to the introductory knowledge.

Although Wushuang has not learned the golden point, he has also looked through the thousands of tricks a few days ago, and he has also mastered some essentials of the face method of the golden point.

This woman has red lips and white teeth, a tall nose, willow eyebrows, and a wood-shaped melon seed mouth, which is definitely the appearance of a prosperous man, but there is a blood-red Meihua mole on the upper right side of her left eye, but she is a murderous demon without blinking. These two physiognomy are rare in the world, and they are fused together, which is rare in the ages.

She is a good daughter-in-law who is obedient to her family, and she is definitely a murderous female devil who does not blink an eye, and people who dare to marry such a daughter-in-law are afraid that they are not ordinary people.

Looking at the Republic of China, only a big man like Grandpa Tai can suppress this woman's murderous aura.

The picture on the stele is still changing, without the slight force of the palms of both hands, the blood is dripping, and the pain stimulates me to stay awake at all times.

In the combination of fantasy and reality, the horse team rushes into the forest of the Xing'an Mountains and finds a deep cave in a valley, and the group jumps down and drills in with torches. When the light appeared again in the dark cave, the group of Republican beards in the picture were gone, replaced by two men and one woman three modern young people, two men dressed fashionably, one of them was burly, with a cannon head, and a two-pound gold chain hanging around his neck was particularly eye-catching. Isn't this Lu Haotian?

The scene in the picture is so eerie that it is played back like a camera footage of the three of them entering the mine. The three of them split into two teams at a fork, Wushuang himself took the yellow skin to discover the ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty, and then returned to the original way to find Lu Hao Tianmaya, and finally the oval altar where he is now appears in the picture.

The man in the picture stepped up the steps and stared blankly at the colorful paintings on the stone tablet...... Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, the figure was exactly like him, standing behind him, keeping a level distance from him, staring at the back of his neck.

"Who?" Wushuang saw this, his heart beat faster reflexively, and the next life clenched the blade in his hand, and the feeling of pain spread from his palm to his heart, pulling him back to reality from the illusion.

The altar was silent, there was no figure around, only he stood alone in front of the stone tablet mural, dozens of oil lamps on both sides of the cave wall flickering strangely.

The stele painting is still still, and the expressions of the horses and the bandits on horseback are vivid, and the qiē in his eyes just now seems to be a nightmare. He gasped and wiped the cold sweat from his head, his palms soaked with blood.