"No, there was a corpse before. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "The old man leaned close to the stone wall and looked in from the side of the door" There are no corpses inside, so it shouldn't be where we were before. ”

I suddenly thought of the three of us running back and forth in the tomb of Concubine Quan, and looked up to see the situation on the tomb road, there was no oil lamp or anything like that, and the stone wall was relatively flat. ”

The old man nodded and put the flashlight on the wall. Suddenly, rows of skeletons appeared on the wall. The patterns are weird, I've seen something like it before, the smile of a skeleton twisted to the bone.

Some of these patterns are crying, some are laughing, some are indifferent, and some are hideous ....... I looked at the gauze on my hand and thought that since the blood was no longer bleeding, I shouldn't have bandaged it so early, and if I encountered maggots again, would I have to make a new incision?

The old man shouted at the stone gate, but everything was quiet. Brother Qiang walked past the Golden Gate, and I followed closely behind me.

The old man poked his head out and exclaimed that he had dug up a treasure just by looking at it. The burial chamber in front of us is not large, tens of square meters. Rows and rows of gold shelves, and in the gold mines, only gold is the least valuable. The shelves are lined with neat rows of burials, including porcelain, many books, and the most impressive is a hill of bamboo slips.

"Old man, do the people of the Yuan Dynasty still use bamboo slips?" The bamboo slips were not far in front of me, and I walked over and grabbed a bundle to open it to see what the ancients did. But as soon as I reached out and held it, the rope that had bound the bamboo slips immediately turned into crumbs, and all that was in my hand was a bundle of bamboo strips.

Brother Qiang didn't even look at these things, squatted down on the ground and searched, "Smart, there is dust here, they left footprints." But these footprints are too messy, do you say that there are zongzi or people outside of them?"

The old man squatted down and followed the study, "We can't see anything from the footprints, after all, it's too shallow." Follow the footprints to find. ”

The old man was holding a flashlight on the ground in the back, and Brother Qiang was squatting in front, looking at the messy footprints on the ground with wide eyes open.

"No, why did we come back again. "Brother Qiang was tired of squatting, so he simply straightened up and let me continue to follow the footprints.

Following the footprints, I found Cong Shuya and the others in a zigzag shape around the gold frame, as if they had found the Ming utensils here after coming in, and they were studying back and forth. At least the footprints on the ground are relatively dense, and there is no appearance of rushing for life.

I stood up, my mind dizzy, my vision blurry. I thought that excessive blood loss had made me vulnerable, and I was already suffering from severe cerebral hypoxia. I stood unsteadily, holding on to the gold shelf with one hand, and shook my head with difficulty to sober up, "This is not an escape, this is a night market, you see they are here unhurriedly, and they are still in the mood to study the Ming Weapon." ”

"Wait a minute, be smart. The old man held my hand down. There were a few finger prints on the shelf next to my hand, and it wasn't strictly certain if it was the fingers, but it was shocking that the marks were blood-red.

"Who left this, they were injured?" I raised my hanging heart higher, Cong Shuya and the two of them are not better than us, and their physical strength and other aspects are inferior to us.

The old man frowned, obviously he didn't expect that there would be a situation in such a short time, but when he shook his head and smelled it, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, "It's corpse qi, it's not left by them." ”

On the shelf on the side are some thread-bound books, which look a little old, and there is no need to identify them in this ancient tomb, they are definitely antiques. I picked up a stack and prepared to let Brother Qiang throw away the gold utensils, these books may be worth more than machines, and they are very advantageous in weight, each volume is thin and white pages, which is very easy to carry.

But I flipped through it casually, and the handwriting on it was neat and atmospheric, and it was still a manuscript, much better than a printed copy. I looked up and was about to speak, but I saw a dark face looking at me from the other side of the shelf.

The wire-bound books are so big and thick. I removed the book, revealing a square hole just enough to put a face. And it's in dim shadows, and it's a little unreal at first glance.

At first glance, I thought it was a painting hanging on the opposite side of the shelf, and when I rubbed my eyes, I saw that this was a real zongzi that could not be more real.

I fell backwards with a suffocation, slamming into the shelf behind me, and several pieces of porcelain fell to the ground and shattered. I gasped for breath, "Zongzi, old man, Zongzi." ”

The shock was too much, and I was a bit incoherent. Because of the proximity, the hideous face stood out. His mouth, in particular, had been cut twice from top to bottom, and the two pieces of flesh in the middle of his lips were fanned out in front of him, revealing his green teeth, and the dried blood still hung on them.

Brother Qiang came to help me, but the old man on the side exclaimed, "Wandering corpse." ”

I secretly thought to myself, it must be some new breed. From the beginning of our fight, although I don't know how many kinds of zongzi are divided into, and I don't know the strength of their habits, but after all, I have seen a lot. The old man once said that some people don't necessarily have as many zongzi as I have encountered after fighting for half their lives.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and the old man pushed the shelf suddenly, and the books, bamboo slips, porcelain and other objects on it fell down with a bang. Originally, I could only see the zongzi through a little gap, but this time it was good, and I really met the zongzi. I lay crooked on the ground and waved my hand at the zongzi, "Hello, we are here to travel." ”

Yege kicked me and forcibly pulled me up, "If this zongzi is a female, I won't say anything, but he is a male, and he can cut your chick." Look at the guy on his waist, that's not a vegetarian. ”

I saw a row of shelves between us and the dumplings, and although they were relatively close, he would have to go around half a circle to attack us. I asked the old man, "What kind of breed are there and when were they cultivated?" It looks no different from ordinary zongzi. ”

The old man scolded me, "At this time, I still have the heart to care about this, if he really comes, you will have a crotch and a chick will not be enough for him to eat." ”

The scene was a bit weird, and we were very close to the zongzi. We were analyzing the ingredients of the zongzi, and the zongzi seemed to be very interested, grinning and sticking out his tongue and standing there quietly listening.

The old man pointed to a long knife on Zongzi's waist, "Don't let him pull out the knife, otherwise we won't die a hundred times." ”

Brother Qiang took out a long knife and put it across his chest, and took a step forward, intending to stab the zongzi through the gap in the middle of the shelf.

The old man was in a hurry: "What are you doing, attack him with a weapon, and he will fight back with a weapon." ”