The poisonous smoke billowed and did not stop all day.

This is also because there are staff outside the tomb and use machines to extract outside.

Looking at the constantly destroying poison storage box, you can know how strong the toxins of these poisonous smoke are.

You must know that those poison storage boxes are specially made, and they are made of aviation alloys, which are top in terms of hardness and corrosion resistance.

When the compressed venom inside spreads out, the large pit that keeps sinking on the ground is even more revealing.

Even the slightest smell of volatilization can make the staff who are fully armed and wearing top-notch gas masks dizzy. It was necessary to quickly replace people and alternate operations in order to barely continue.

It wasn't until about nine o'clock the next morning that the poisonous smoke from the tomb really stopped.

The group descended to the ground again, and walked through the broken wooden doorway.

Whether it is a hidden weapon mechanism or some poisonous smoke that has not been sucked away, it can be easily found and investigated by those special forces monks who follow the team.

Walk all the way to the depths of the tomb, despite the awkward screams of the professionals.

However, for special people like Chu He, it seems to be a little boring, and they are not at all as wonderful as they were before entering the tomb.

And rightfully so.

It's like the ubiquitous terracotta warriors and horses in the mausoleum.

Inside each terracotta warrior, there was once a living person.

They were wrapped in mud and made into figurines.

If it is an era of abundant aura, the wrapped soldier soul will be attached to the human figurines, not only invulnerable, but also fearless of magic, when they form a military formation, the powerful strangulation ability can make many monks at the peak of the Yuan Shen hate.

But now it's the end of the law.

The souls of the soldiers who were originally attached to the figurines have all dissipated, and without the replenishment of aura, under the mud shell, those hidden talismans, witch spells, etc. cannot be effective.

There are many similar cases.

All the preparations for the monks, and for a large-scale invasion, were all in vain.

It is precisely for this reason that Chu He and the others have moved forward very smoothly, and there has not even been any attrition.

The various arrangements for ordinary people are not difficult for the elite of the national army.

This is not a brainless TV series, I like to describe the country's elite troops as stupid as pigs in order to highlight the heroism of the protagonist, and they have to use their sacrifice and incompetence to set off the protagonist's ability.

All the way down to the tombs.

As the authorities were eliminated from one place to another, more staff poured in.

Began to protect the murals of the tomb, the writing on the walls, and an artifact.

A large number of bamboo slips, a huge group of bells, and a large tripod engraved with inscriptions are all important cultural relics and national treasures, which cannot be lost.

"I have to say, a little disappointed. I thought that in the tomb of the first emperor, there would be more tricks. I didn't expect it to be just that... Uncle Qin said with some confusion.

Chu He laughed twice, not wanting to bother with Uncle Qin's pretending to beep.

The particularity of those terracotta warriors and horses, Uncle Qin will not fail to see it.

Those who can be buried in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor with the First Emperor must be the elite, the most elite troops under the command of the First Emperor.

If they are all resurrected, Uncle Qin is afraid that he will cry and run away, where can he dare to say such big things?

Chu He doesn't care, someone takes care of it.

I heard the third uncle say, "Maybe there will be a time when you will see." The ancients made tombs, sometimes making their own small world. Usually there are still some undissipated aura and evil aura left in it. Living people can't use it, but some messy things in it won't be let go. ”

"Even if these terracotta warriors and horses are not all up, as long as a tenth of them live, it will be a big trouble. At that time... But it's up to you Qin Hunt!"

Listening to the tone of the third uncle, it seems that he still knows Uncle Qin, and he has a 'great friendship'.

Uncle Qin sneered when he heard this: "Hahaha! I'll be afraid?"

One stepped forward, flew on top of a chariot, stepped on the head of a terracotta warrior in front of him, and said viciously: "I'll give them a chance, dozens of numbers, let them stand up and beat me, if my surname Qin hides for half a minute, my name will be written backwards in the future." ”

Before the beep was finished, I heard an old professor on the side, shouting in a distressed voice: "This old gentleman! Please cherish the national cultural relics! These are all national treasures. If you have lost the slightest loss, you are a sinner of the nation and a sinner of the country!"

This old professor is also a talker at first glance, knowing that a capable person like Uncle Qin, he can't hold it down at all, so he directly pressed down with two big hats.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Uncle Qin stiffened slightly.

With an indifferent expression, he withdrew his feet from the head of the terracotta warriors and horses as if he didn't seem to care.

"Please also ask this old gentleman to get off the chariot quickly, this is the chariot that only the generals of the Qin State can ride, and there are not many in the entire tomb, if there is the slightest damage, we can take care of it..." The old professor continued to chase.

Uncle Qin flew down from the chariot impatiently, his expression was like a sausage that had been forcibly fed to Yunlang.

"Okay! Okay! Don't touch it! I won't touch it, okay!" Uncle Qin raised his hand and said.

A few people were talking.

But in the distance, someone suddenly exclaimed.

Immediately after that, there were various low-pitched screams from the headset.

The tomb is an enclosed space where sounds may reverberate.

Therefore, try to avoid loud noises, so as not to ripple the sound and destroy some important objects with fragile textures.

"Found it! Found it! We found the main tomb. Finally, a clear voice came through the headset.

Following the direction reported by those men, almost all of them shifted in that direction.

Soon, an incomparably solemn tomb appeared in front of Chu He and the others.

It was built not like an ordinary burial chamber, but a large hall.

Even deep underground, it is not gloomy or narrow, it is still magnificent.

Above the dome, there are three hundred and sixty egg-sized night pearls, which illuminate the entire hall and shine brightly. The merman oil lamps on the left and right have been burning, and they have not burned out after thousands of years. The flickering firelight sets off everything in the hall more majestic.

On both sides of the main hall, there are ministers.

All of them are cast in bronze, and there are inscriptions engraved on their bodies, which seem to indicate the identities of each of these people.

Li Si, Meng Tian, Wang Jian and so on are all listed.

And just above that group of ministers was a huge throne.

A bronze coffin was placed on the throne.

"The coffin of the First Emperor!" There is no doubt that only the First Emperor has this treatment and qualifications.

Everyone's breathing began to become heavy and rapid.

But Chu He, Uncle Qin and the others all tensed their nerves and stared intently at the bronze coffin.

After all, there are rumors that the first emperor is not dead, but fakes his death to deceive the sky.

If this is the case, I am afraid that the most critical moment of this trip to the tomb is coming.

What will happen to everyone, everyone has no idea in their hearts.

Just when this kind of needle drop could be heard, and everyone stared at the coffin without saying a word, suddenly a slightly harsh friction sound, like a sharp stab, pierced everyone's heart at once, and everyone's breath was tightened.