Behind the stone gate was a sand room, which Zhao Wu'an had expected.

Quicksand is a very common mechanism in ancient tombs, with hundreds of stones of fine sand sealed around the tomb, once walking during the mistouch of the mechanism, the flap falls, there are thousands of pounds of quicksand scattered, it is really one of the most feared things of tomb robbers.

But this room is really weird. According to common sense, if there is a quicksand tomb, the sand chamber must be a dead place, and a thousand catties of quicksand can fill the stone chamber in an instant, if this is the case, when they opened the door just now, they should have been swallowed up by the swarming quicksand.

And this room is shallow in the sand and stones, and even the soles of the feet are not submerged. Looking around, more than 20 people lying on the ground were already exhausted. Not long ago, these people were lively and lively servants, and although they were only lowly officials, they also lived a comfortable life. Now, it's a corpse in an ancient tomb.

Zhao Wu'an picked up An Guangmao, who was slumped on the ground and still had a breath left, and An Qing, who was frightened, hurriedly helped to help with a hand, and when he saw An Qing supporting him, he took out a palm and pressed it on An Guangmao's back, and an internal force was sent, with a solemn look on his face. An Guangmao, who was dying, turned blue, and suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of yellow sand, stained with blood, and vomited An Qing.

An Qing didn't feel dirty, and looked at her father's face with concern. Seeing that his face gradually turned from iron blue to ruddy, his hanging heart was relieved.

Liu'an Guangmao recovered alone, Zhao Wu'an checked the others one by one, except for Su Qinghe, the officials were all out of breath without exception. Zhao Wu'an silently remembered everyone's face, and his facial features were stiff and expressionless during the whole process.

Twenty-nine, plus twenty. There is one more revenge to be avenged in this life. He turned his head to see that the father and daughter of the An family did not pay attention, and quietly drove the mulberry picker from the box, and caught a glimpse of the silver liquid flowing on it.

Zhao Wu'an's brows furrowed, and then he stretched out again. Quietly, send the mulberry picking back to the box. I looked around at the stone room again, and found that it was extremely small compared to the long corridor, obviously only an ear room, and there was an empty door at the west end, and it was pitch black behind the door, and it was difficult to see clearly. When I looked up, I saw a round hole on the top, and some yellow sand leaked.

From above?

An Guangmao breathed a stick of incense, he had already gasped for breath, he didn't die, he didn't go around the corner, and saluted Zhao Wu'an bluntly: "For saving your life, thank you Zhao Jushi." ”

Zhao Wu'an shook his head lightly: "It's okay." ”

Then he was silent, waiting for An Guangmao to tell what had happened. There is no need to write more drafts when he is in danger, but An Guangmao still pondered for a while and said: "Fortunately, I came out to investigate, and the tools are ready." More than 20 people dug for half an hour with shovels and shovels, and they really found an entrance. ”

Zhao Wu'an heard strangely: "Entrance?"

"Yes. An Guangmao nodded, pondered for a long time, and continued, "It's not a brick wall, but an entrance covered by yellow mud, located at the top of the tomb, as if the original masonry had been destroyed. The entrance is narrow, and we rush in. The air in the tomb can be breathed, and it is quite strange to think about it, so someone lit a fire to explore the way, there was wind in the depths of the tomb, all the way down the wind outlet, through several stone chambers, there was nothing abnormal, there was no coffin in the stone chamber, but it was full of huge pottery urns. ”

An Qingquan listened to the story, and of course he was eager to peel off a clue from it, but Dad's narration was too ordinary, and there was nothing to grasp.

I only heard Zhao Wu'an lightly say a terrifying fact to her: "There are also some places where children who are born or disabled are killed, and after death, they are sealed in a pottery urn." ”

An Guangmao was noncommittal, paused for a moment, and then said, "Just as we were marching to the fourth stone chamber, there was a problem. The stone chamber was relatively narrow, and there were no pottery urns in it. We had barely walked in when we heard a loud rumbling noise. ”

"The trap has been activated?"

"Yes. But the yellow sand came very slowly, and not as violently as it was rumored. But the stone chamber was too narrow, more than twenty people were crowded into it, it was difficult to run, and the yellow sand poured in from several entrances at the same time, and it was completely impossible to break through. Only Su Qinghe held a sword and cut a gap in the sand, and his figure disappeared into it, and there was no human figure. I think even if he can stand out, he won't be able to come back and save people. ”

Zhao Wu'an looked up at the hole in the ceiling and said lightly: "So in the end, someone had an idea and broke the floor with a shovel, so he was able to escape." ”

An Guangmao's expression was gloomy: "At that time, it was already a drop in the bucket, and the yellow sand was almost up to everyone's chest, and the faster you breathed, the sooner you exhausted." The brothers who broke the ground had long been blinded to death, and they only thought about sacrificing themselves so that everyone could survive. It's a pity that he couldn't penetrate it, and he was already at the entrance of the yellow sand, and he died of anger. I wanted to take on this heavy responsibility, but I never thought that a few brothers who used to be lazy would fight for the shovel and break the ground for everyone. The yellow sand was so fast that even if it broke the floor at the end, most of the brothers would be out of breath when they came down. Probably because I've always been used to it, when I fell out of this stone room, I still had a breath left. ”

Between the words, every sentence is brother, and every word is heart-wrenching. It's been a long time since An Guangmao has said such a long sentence.

He had fought to the death on the battlefield, and was the most dangerous guard of the five armies, and if he was defeated in every battle, the guards would fight until the last man of the whole army had to evacuate, and then he had to retreat. The former comrades-in-arms died nine times in life, and that year's army was ten battalions and nine empty.

And now although he is gloomy, he is not necessarily lonely. There is nothing in the world to cool the blood, and there is a robe everywhere in my body.

Zhao Wu'an put down the sword box, picked up a still warm corpse, and carried it to the ceiling. Looking up, there is still yellow sand slowly dripping, but the momentum is slowing down.

The father and daughter of the An family did not come to their senses, and Zhao Wu'an did not bother, so he picked up the corpses on his back, sent them under the ceiling, lined them up one by one, and closed their eyes one by one.

After the arrangement, Zhao Wu'an folded his hands and closed his eyes to chant. An Guangmao stood up on the ground, his right hand clenching his waist knife. An Qing followed with concern and held a hand.

An Guangmao said: "Thank you Zhao Jushi." ”

Zhao Wu'an opened his eyes, shook his head and said, "It's okay." The yellow sand of this stone chamber is also too strange. He stared at the slowly falling sand and reached out to catch it. An Guangmao said that the speed of quicksand is slow, not groundless, this quicksand is more coarse than the white sand in the mass grave, and the flow rate will of course be affected, and it can be said that it is unqualified to use it as a mechanism for sand tombs.

An Guangmao nodded approvingly: "I haven't encountered this kind of danger yet. ”

He obviously misunderstood what Zhao Wu'an meant, and Zhao Wu'an didn't refute it, took two steps back, grabbed the sword box and hung it on his body. Although the flow was slow, it was thought that one day the twenty skeletons would be covered up, and it could be regarded as a scribbled burial of these dutiful officials. Zhao Wu'an turned around and walked to the door at the west end, and said lightly: "Generally speaking, the sand room is not too far from where the coffin is, and there is no reason to turn back when you get here." Let's go, let's find out the truth about the murder of those teenagers. ”

Indeed, although another twenty lives were lost, after all, the purpose of this trip was to find out the beginning and end of the haunted case. The young man who attacked and killed Zhao Wu'an in the Yongdao before had to be found.

Although there is no doubt that he has also been recognized by the teenager before, it was he who activated the mechanism and buried this group of officials alive. But in terms of time alone, the young man is obviously not the murderer of Kong Xiuji and the other three.

Holding the brilliant blue pulsatilla, Zhao Wu'an walked forward slowly. An Guangmao barely kept up with An Qing's support. Regarding the flying sword that suddenly appeared in Zhao Wu'an's hand, of course his curiosity and fear were not inferior to An Qing, but the disaster came from his mouth, Zhao Wuan was too lazy to explain, and An Guangmao suppressed his curiosity and did not ask.

Within ten steps of entering the stone gate, a gloomy wind blew in his face.

Zhao Wu'an's face remained unchanged, he lightly ordered to step back, grabbed the pulsatilla with one hand, and threw out the box on his back, still holding the back rope firmly in his hand.

The sturdy figure collided with the sword box, the sword hidden in the box was full of spirit, Zhao Wu'an was pushed back two steps by the opponent's huge force, and the figure was scraped by the sword intent, and it was no better than thinking about it.

After the initial confrontation, Zhao Wu'an no longer showed mercy, and the pulsatilla in his hand drove straight away, killing the sturdy figure.

The figure was nine feet long, its muscles trembling like water, and its hair hung down to the ground, as if it had never been trimmed since birth. At this moment, he pulled his loose hair behind him and let out a roar at Zhao Wu'an, his bad breath was unpleasant.

Compared to the tall and terrifying figure, the pulsatilla, which was less than a foot long in Zhao Wu'an's hand, was even more fragile, and even made people doubt that it could cut through the skin of its enemies.

In the second encounter, it was the ghost figure who had the upper hand.

A roar clearly concealed the traces of his shot. Although the figure is sturdy, it is as agile as a rabbit when it moves, and Zhao Wu'an's attack after jumping was easily dodged by him, so he went around to Zhao Wu'an's back, and wanted to hug Zhao Wu'an's waist, but fortunately, Zhao Wu'an left a breath and stepped on the ground and took off. Rao is like this, and he quickly took a punch in his chest, the sound was dull, Zhao Wu'an snorted, and blood spilled from his lips.

But it's better than being held and cut off at the waist. Looking at the momentum of the opponent, it is clear that he wants to do this.

While the chest was hit hard, the blue light of the pulsatilla also illuminated the whole picture of the large man. The two opponents he encountered in the tomb this time seemed to be starting from nine feet, which made Zhao Wu'an, who was seven feet four tall, very melancholy.

The long-haired ghost has a terrifying face, does not speak, and the skin of the whole body shows a strange cyan color.

Zhao Wuxin thought secretly: "I'm afraid that the green ghost that has appeared in the strange talk of the countryside all the time does not refer to the tomb guard beast that has been dead for a long time, but the tomb guard slave like you." ”

Qingguang flying sword, green armor ghost face.