The two turned back, Pan Zi assembled the gun, and asked Wu Xiaoxie to guard the fat man with one and carry the other two, and handed one of them to Wu Sanxing.

When the mop saw it, his face suddenly changed, and he glanced at the guy behind him, and then leaned next to Wu Sanxing to talk, "Yo, third master, your friend is not small, and such a powerful product can be found."

Zhang Qixun prepared a very new model of German micro-punch MP7 that only appeared in the past two years, with a bomb capacity of up to 40 rounds, 900 ammunition per minute, small recoil, and a tactical guide rail and infrared laser pointer installed on the gun.

Although the mop did not recognize the gun, it did not prevent him from feeling a new and fierce aura from above.

I thought to myself, it seems that the person who just went down has a lot of background, and he is a character who is not easy to mess with, and the gun he and his guys got is still the old 56 that he finally found a channel to get, and it is simply weak compared to others.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiujiu, who had just started in his heart, also quickly hid.

He's just a small businessman, and he can't afford to mess with someone with this kind of background.

So the smile on his face when he looked at Wu San was more real.

Wu Sanxing was actually a little surprised, he was also proficient in the gun, he knew that this gun was not ordinary just by his hand, and he was even more confused about Zhang Qixun's identity, this kid has too many secrets, and his own energy is also big, he is a very dangerous character, although he can't see any malice towards his eldest nephew for the time being, but he still has to be on guard.

Zhang Qixun walked in front, and the gap inside was extremely deep, as if a sharp blade had split the mountain in half from top to bottom, giving people the illusion of walking on the blade.

On both sides of the gap are the kind of Buddha shrine-like pits on the grottoes, that is, the kind of cracked walls that smash the whole piece of sand out of pits, and in each pit is a large human-shaped air-dried mud cocoon, which is entangled and fixed together by the underground roots of unknown plants around it.

This kind of mud cocoon is indeed wrapped in the corpse of a dead person, which is actually a special burial method, called limb burial.

Mr. Zhang had assisted an archaeological team and had seen such tombs when they excavated an unnamed foreign tomb that had collapsed during a mudslide.

Bending the limbs, as the name suggests, is to bend the limb bones of the corpse so that the lower limbs are curled up, and then buried in the grave.

There are two main types: squatting and recumbent, squatting is like a living person squatting posture, and horizontal is divided into supine and prone side sleep.

The cocoons in these mud cocoons are obviously horizontal, and they are not opened to see the specifics, and Zhang Qixun is not clear.

As far as the eye could see, there were all such pits, and some of the white bones wrapped in the dry mud cocoons were exposed.

This burial custom is very ancient, in ancient times, only nobles and slave owners were eligible for straight limb burial, while people like the lower lower could only be buried with bent limbs.

When the black blind man saw him looking at these mud cocoons, he thought he was curious, so he explained, "This is probably the most primitive well built by the ancestors at that time, with no stones, only some cracks in the mud that were flattened in the mud, and later used as tombs."

"This kind of place is a tomb?" Zhang Qixun raised his eyebrows.

The nameless tomb he saw was later verified to be an unknown nobleman's, and nearly 100 slaves were buried in the pit dug in the surrounding mountains, but the arrangement was very regular, and the scale of this burial was generally more common.

But in a rough estimate like this crack, I'm afraid it's in the thousands.

"Under the conditions of that matter, a lot of people would surely die in the construction of such a huge project, and these may be slaves captured by other countries, who died here in various ways, and it is impossible to transport them out for burial, so they can only be buried on the spot." Dark glasses said.

Zhang Qixun nodded, retracted his gaze, and didn't say anything more.

The two of them continued to walk forward for more than twenty minutes, and there was a shorter and narrower crack above the crack in the stone wall in front of them.

Zhang Qixun supported his hands and jumped up with his feet, he was mainly looking for the marks left by the little brother here.

The black blind man looked down and touched his body

type, sighed, "Please think about whether I can do it."

Zhang Qixun took down the miner's lamp hanging around his neck, lit it and looked for it on the sandy wall covered with tiny tree roots, and when he heard the words of the black blind man, he didn't look back and said, "You wait down for a while, and when I find it, we will turn back and tell them to come down."

The black blind man wondered, "What are you looking for?"

"Shhhh Zhang Qixun motioned to him not to make noise, "Your voice has affected me."

The black blind man pouted speechlessly, clasping his arms against the side of the crack.

The daggers picked up the roots one by one, scraped and planed, and the sand fell down.

The black blind man stood directly below, and the fine soil dropped his head, and he let out a disgusted "tsk" and moved a little farther away.

"Found it!"

Zhang Qixun's happy voice came from above.

The black blind man was really curious, thought about it, and climbed up the stone walls on both sides of the crack, squeezing into the gap with long hands and feet, "What is it? I'll take a look at it."

Zhang Qixun moved in, making a little gap, and pointed to a series of slightly messy notches on the stone buried under the rough sand.

"Do you know this?" He asked.

"Yo~" The black blind man leaned over to take a look, "Dumb Zhang has already been here?"

Zhang Qixun smiled and avoided answering, "Let's go, go back and inform them to come down, the people above should be in a hurry."

The black blind man raised an eyebrow and smiled, and jumped down as soon as he let go.

The two returned the same way.

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Above the cracks.

Wu Xiaoxie was a little nervous holding the gun, the fat man had already woken up, but his limbs couldn't lift his strength, his head was a little dizzy, and his mouth was wooden, just like the anesthetic when he was extracted, Panzi fed him a long time to eat, if he didn't care that he was a sick number, he would have to curse when he was angry.

The mop gang guarded the crack, and they didn't care whether it stinked or not, and what they were most worried about was that if the two people who went down found their way, they would go in early and loot the treasures inside, and then they would be empty of both men and money.

After all, according to the observation of this way, the black blind man is a person all the way, Wu Sanye and Pan Zi are counted as all the way, the little third master who joined later is barely counted all the way with the third master, and the dead fat man who sleeps is not counted, this is already two waves of people.

And the one named Yu Ye is an uncontrollable factor, although he looks like a friend of the third master on the surface, but the wealth is moving, who knows if there will be a backlash in the future, and then they will have to deal with three groups of people.

The most important thing is that none of these people are fuel-efficient lamps, and once they are stiff, it is difficult to say whether they will live or not.

No, no, the mop shook his head, he had to think of a foolproof plan, it was best to draw either Yu Ye or Hei Ye into their camp.