"This painting is so exquisite. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info this coffin can definitely be sold for a sky-high price. That's worth more than ten coffins of gold. The old man kept admiring.

Brother Qiang and I stuck our heads over to see that the magnetic coffin was empty, but the inner wall of the magnetic coffin was full of murals. I walked around the sarcophagus, lined up to see the narrative-style paintings on it. Even Brother Qiang, who has never liked to study murals, was completely attracted by the scene inside the magnetic coffin.

"Brother Qiang, these murals are similar to the ones we saw before. I looked up at the old man, "Are you sure this is the bucket of the Yuan Dynasty? Why is there nothing in it, just an empty coffin." ”

The old man looked at it carefully, and then sniffed it with his nose, "The era should be right, the painting style and breath are all from the early Yuan Dynasty." "The old man touches the mural with his hand" But the content of this above is a bit incomprehensible, this should be a war in a slave society. Could it be that what those people said about the Great War of the Yellow Emperor and the Nine Heavens Xuannu are true? Aren't these myths and legends?"

"These are not the point, what does it mean to have an empty coffin here? If we find the wrong main burial chamber, then there should be a mechanism, we have come here with all our hard work, are we here to see the art exhibition?" I don't understand this, but I still urge the old man to say a few more professional words.

The old man shook his head and put his head into the coffin to look, but I felt as if I was going to lie down, and this kind of stretching into the coffin made me feel a little unlucky.

There was a soft thud, and before I could understand what was going on, the old man standing next to me suddenly threw me down. I hit my head in the corner of the coffin, and the scar on my head was just right, and this time it was bleeding for a long time.

I curled up on the edge of the coffin with my head covered, and opened my mouth to scold.

But then came a loud bang, like a muffled thunder, ringing in my ears. The magnetic coffin beside me shattered, and the stones smashed all over my head and face, thinking that this was disfigured, and it was not enough to make some money to go to the plastic surgery hospital for a day trip.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see it, the flashlight rolled to the side, and shone diagonally on the shattered magnetic coffin, and a huge stone fell from it and smashed the magnetic coffin. Fortunately, there is a forty or fifty centimeter stone platform under the magnetic coffin, otherwise we would all be pulp.

From my point of view, Brother Qiang stretched out his two hands on the other side of the magnetic coffin, and his black palms were covered with several stone slabs scattered on the magnetic coffin. I yelled, "Brother Qiang, you didn't die, it's not righteous for you to die." "The old man who turned his head and kicked me down" Old man, is there anything wrong?"

The old man replied that it was okay, I saw that his tone was okay, and he didn't seem to be hurt too much. But Brother Qiang just snorted from there.

I shouted a few more words, and Brother Qiang said weakly, "Uncle him, he almost became a meatloaf." The Mongols don't have a good thing, and the last time they met, they tricked me into eating mutton. ”

I think it's funny, Brother Qiang still knows that joking means it's okay at this time.

Outside the slate, Cong Shuya and Emperor Wu went crazy "Smart, Brother Qiang......" The two of them shouted like crazy, and the old man replied, but the voice was not loud.

I yelled out, "Find a way to get the slate open, or we'll all suffocate inside." ”

I turned back to the old man and gave a thumbs up, "You still have the foresight, it would be bad if all five of us were in front of us, this fly swatter is big enough, all five of them can be done at once." ”

But the old man began to get weak, and I was anxious, "How is the old man, are you injured?"

The old man said with difficulty, "Hurry up and find a way to move the stone, I was squeezed, and it was a little hard to breathe, and I suffocated to death after a long time." ”

I'm closest to the magnetic coffin, which is a relatively good location, and there is still room for movement, but it is also very narrow.

I moved back, reaching out to drag the old man, but it was too tight. I almost tore my clothes without moving a bit.

"Cong Shuya, what's the situation outside. What is the shape of this stone?" I quickly calmed down, although I am timid and impulsive, but I will calm down quickly when I encounter problems, and the first thing in my mind is always how to solve the problem.

Cong Shuya said, "This is a stone slab, roughly round, and it has been broken. The one above you is the biggest, Brother Qiang, it's better. Cong Shuya shone from above with a flashlight, and I could see a glimmer of light from the cracks in the magnetic coffin.

"Cong Shuya, you two are almost stepping on the corner of your head. Push it down. I quickly made up the situation outside, instructed Cong Shuya, and then said to the old man, "Be ready to move to me at any time, it will be more painful to warp one by one." ”

The old man was still active, and nodded with difficulty. Cong Shuya had already stepped on the corner of the slate, and under my command, the two of them exerted force at the same time. Every time they stepped on it, the pores around the old man would increase by one to two centimeters. With this little interlude, I dragged the old man out.

The old man yelled and panted, lying there motionless, I asked him if there was anything wrong with his bones, and the old man shook his head.

I shouted to Brother Qiang if there was anything wrong, and Brother Qiang replied, "It's just that the feet are squeezed together by the stone stubble from the magnetic coffin, and the bones are fine, you guys find a way to get out first." This is an electric baking pan, once it falls, it will be charred on the outside and tender on the inside. ”

I asked Cong Shuya to take a picture outside with a flashlight, and through the light, I finally saw a stone crack less than 20 centimeters long.

I told the old man what I thought, and the old man nodded and climbed forward with me.

The ground was full of stone stubble, and Cong Shuya and Emperor Wu were digging pits outside, and I was relaying the stones with the old man inside.

I gasped for breath and was sore from exhaustion. But Brother Qiang still had one leg pressed under the stone. I shouted at Brother Qiang, "Which leg of yours is pressed under the stone?

Brother Qiang was in a good mental state and kept scolding me. While he was moving the stones outside, he kept drawing circles and cursing the Mongol Tartars who built it.

After the continuous efforts of the four people, the outside finally succeeded in digging an escape passage from below. When I squeezed my head out and saw Cong Shuya's tear-stained face, I suddenly felt that I should create some atmosphere for Brother Qiang and Emperor Wu to run to tears.

When the old man came out, I turned around and looked at the stones. It was a very large slab, and I don't know how it was done, and it was inlaid in the dome in its entirety, and it fell just as the three of us looked at the coffin. If it weren't for the soft sound, as well as the cleverness of the old man Qiang, I estimate that the stone slab above and the magnetic coffin below have formed a guillotine, and my head would have rolled into the magnetic coffin in an instant, and then be ruthlessly flattened.

I found Brother Qiang's location, his squeezed foot was exposed, it didn't look as easy as Brother Qiang said, a few stone chips had been tightly tied into the flesh, although it was not deep, but the blood also flowed a puddle.