Under the entire layer of ruins, you can faintly see some fragments of burial objects that were clearly visible.
Of course, there may also be intact ones.
But the purpose of this trip was not to pay attention to these funerary objects, and the time was short, and the environment was complicated.
Mercury was evaporating all around, and the stones and artifacts looked like they had been soaked in mercury.
I didn't stop, but continued down the rope, and then reached the sixth floor.
The situation was the same as the fifth floor, even more tragic than the fifth floor, with greater damage.
Because after the collapse, the fifth layer and the stones and other things that rolled down from above were all filled in downwards.
The further down the layers were, the more broken stones and soil rolled down as long as there were cracks going down.
Many, and may even be piled up or even buried.
The sixth layer even showed signs of being filled, but there was a crack in the middle.
Sand could be seen inside the crack.
It was obvious that the lower layer, the seventh layer, was almost filled with sand.
Inferring from this, there may be no gaps in the seventh layer, and all the sand flowing down has accumulated.
I followed the rope to the edge of the gap on the sixth floor, and then aimed down along the gap.
It was very full below, with a cone-shaped mound of soil.
The mound almost filled the stone chamber on the seventh floor, leaving only a small gap.
According to my body shape, I should be able to squeeze in.
But you have to take off the bag behind you.
I glanced at the entire sixth floor.
It was in a huge mess.
I used to be very curious about the fourth floor and below.
If it had not been destroyed, it would definitely be a different scene.
But it was a big disappointment at this moment, and the seventh floor was also buried, and obviously nothing could be seen.
I just hope that the entrance from the seventh floor to the eighth floor is not blocked, otherwise it will be troublesome.
I stood on the edge of the crack, with the rope still tied to my body.
I slowly slid down and drilled down the gap, but because the gap was too small, my whole face was pressed against the soil of the mound.
Moreover, the lower one is even narrower and cannot be passed by the whole person.
It is only the size of a palm.
I took out the shovel and used the shovel to fiddle with it, pushing the dirt inside.
Gradually, the gap became larger.
After getting in, the space becomes larger and larger, but people can no longer walk upright, and they don't know where the specific entrance is.
If the first floor is on the right, the second floor is on the left, and so on, then the seventh floor is also on the right, and I am on the right at this moment.
I have been to the Qin Mausoleum many times.
I have seen many entrances from the first to fourth floors, and I am familiar with the style of the entrances.
I took a quick look and selected one of the mounds.
If I followed the entrance of the first floor, there should be a huge copper pipe going straight to the bottom.
The entrance can be seen by opening the copper pipe.
But there is no copper pipe visible at this moment, it must be buried under the mound of soil.
"Fossil Turtle, your mission is here.
Digging is your strong point.
Come out and help me."
I said to the Tower of Babel.
With a buzz, the fossil turtle appeared in front of me.
One of the special features of the fossil turtle is that it can be big or small.
When it is big, it is like an island.
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When it is small, it can be placed directly in the palm of my hand, just like a newborn school boy.
"But you have to be careful.
This is collapsed earth.
Don't move too much to avoid causing a second collapse."
I pointed to the designated pile of soil and said, "Pull the pile of soil in front of you and look around to see if there are any."
A copper pillar as thick as several people could hold it."
The fossil turtle nodded, then crawled towards the high mound of soil, and began to dig up the soil with its sharp claws.
I was alert to my surroundings and turned around to be careful of a second landslide.
After a while, the fossil turtle pushed aside the mound of soil, revealing a corner of the copper pillar.
I suddenly became happy and walked towards the copper pillar.
Then I searched carefully on the copper pillar, and sure enough I found a plug like a door.
Although it was a tight fit, you could still see it if you looked carefully.
I took out my dagger, dug into the gap, and then pried it out.
I found that the door was still very heavy.
Before, Qin Bua walked down as a sword spirit and went straight in without opening the door.
But if I don’t open it now, I won’t be able to get in at all.
Finally, after a lot of effort, a screw was rotated in the middle of the door.
On the outside of the screw was an iron hook.
I tied a rope to the iron hook, and then put the rope around the fossil turtle.
"Pull" I gestured to the fossil turtle.
The fossil turtle pulled forward, and the rope was instantly stretched.
But the body of the fossil tortoise was also pulled by the rope and could not move forward.
The fossil turtle's body suddenly burst out with light.
This was the use of the power of the inner elixir, which was equivalent to using all the strength to suck milk.
There was a clicking sound and the sound of metal friction coming from the gap in the door, and then the edge of the door was being pulled out bit by bit, millimeter by millimeter.
"Work harder and it's almost done."
I turned to the fossil turtle and said.
With a bang, the entire door was pulled out and fell to the ground, making a buzzing sound.
This door seemed to weigh several tons.
It was entirely made of bronze and was covered with patina.
Especially the joints between the door and the door frame were corroded.
If it weren't for the fossil turtle, it would not be so easy to pull it out.
I took the fossil turtle back to the Tower of Babel, and then looked inside the door.
I tied the rope around the outside of the copper pillar and threw the other end in.
I followed the rope and slowly slid inside.
There was still that greasy fire oil around me, but when I lowered my head, there was light under my feet, which really shocked me.
I quickly grabbed the rope and didn't dare to go down any further.
"Is the legend true?"
I widened my eyes and remembered the previous legend.
It is said that deep in the Qin Mausoleum there is a ten-year-old lamp made of shark oil.
The light inside can burn for ten thousand years without going out.
A drop of shark oil can burn for hundreds of years It’s so unscientific.
The scientific explanation is that when fire is burning, there must be oxygen.
As the depth of the Qin Mausoleum must be sealed, oxygen is very effective.
After the ever-bright lamp burns all the oxygen underneath, the lamp will naturally It went out.
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But why is there light underneath?
I took a deep breath, it’s here now, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Besides, there is a giant senior sitting in my Tower of Babel, so I am not afraid of any monsters or monsters.
Thinking of this, I slid down, and after about five breaths, my feet landed.
There is a passage in front of you, and at the end of the passage is a faint green light, which is as scary as a will-o'-the-wisp.
I covered my eyes with my hands, and then cautiously walked towards the passage
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