Wang Jiangqian was seriously injured.
He had fainted due to excessive blood loss, and his face was as golden as paper.
If we return from the original route now, he will definitely not live to leave the tomb.
It will take several hours to walk along the tomb passage.
Before he can walk out, Wang Jianggan's blood has long been drained.
Therefore, we must now fight a bandit attack from this Hades Palace.
If I'm not mistaken, the ground should be less than a few dozen meters above our current location.
It is safer to attack the thief at an angle, and you will definitely be able to get out.
On the other hand, beating the thief directly takes less time, but it is very likely that some problems will arise.
Hua Baozi is indeed one of the eight masters and has rich experience.
When Gu Xinlie was bandaging Wang Jianggan, he had already started to steal things with a mountaineering pickaxe.
After Gu Xinlie finished bandaging, without saying a word, he picked up the tornado shovel and walked over to help fight the thieves.
I took one look and knew that the two of them were playing straight D.
In this case, there was no other choice but to bet.
I hugged Wang Jiangqian, and his increasingly cold body made me almost crazy.
Those who do coffin touching must be prepared to lose their lives at any time, I know this very well.
Whether it is in the tomb of King Zhuang or the tomb of Banqiao of Song Dynasty, under the hands of A Da, A Er, Meng Gu, and Hua Baozi, the deaths of these people have not touched me at all.
For their deaths, I can only say rest in peace.
Way to go.
However, I really can't accept Wang Jianggan dying in front of me.
Although Wang Jiangqian and Gu Xinlie and I have not known each other for a long time, we have been through life and death together during this time, and our relationship has become very deep.
It should be said that we have a life-long friendship.
I really can't imagine that this skinny guy next to me, calling me Mr.
Lin all the time, treating money like dirt, will die.
At this time, the gauze on Wang Jiangqian's arm had completely turned bright red, and my palms holding him were full of blood.
Looking at the bright red blood, my tears couldn't stop flowing down, and my body kept shaking.
With.
Gu Xinlie and Hua Baozi dug into the hole with all their strength, making endless banging sounds.
The leopard's left arm bone must have been broken.
He kept waving the mountaineering pickaxe with only one right hand, and his eyes were red.
Gu Xinlie pursed his lips, looked a little pale, and kept waving the tornado shovel.
I believe that the two of them cannot accept that Wang Jiangqian died here.
The wall in front of us is actually not thick.
As long as the surface layer of white jade slabs and rock walls are opened up, the earth wall behind will be much easier to build.
At this moment, I regretted very much why I didn't persuade Gu Xinlie to withdraw from this tomb, and why I didn't listen to the Blood Bodhisattva and insisted on coming to Xiangxi.
I kept condemning my mistakes and kept saying don't die, brother, don't die.
I don’t know how long it took, but the thief finally got through.
We really want to thank God for blessing us.
The straight upward thief actually leads to the ground, and it’s still daytime outside.
It’s also thanks to the fact that the main underworld hall of Song Qing Tomb is so close to the surface, otherwise Wang Jiangqian would really have died here.
As soon as the thieves got through, Hua Baozi immediately took out the fine steel rope and clasped the hole and climbed up.
Then, Gu Xinlie followed Wang Jianggan and climbed up, and finally me.
The moment I crawled out of the room, I subconsciously looked back at the dark tomb, and I still couldn't help but feel palpitations in my heart.
When I first crawled out of the cabin, I was blinded for a while by the sunlight, and then when I opened my eyes, I lost my sense of direction and had no idea where we were at this time.
Gu Xinlie, on the other hand, didn't say a word and started running forward with Wang Jianggan on his back.
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The four of us packed the things we used to rob the tomb and threw them all in the tomb to reduce the burden.
Before leaving, I found some hay to cover the tomb.
This is a rule, no matter how anxious you are, you cannot break it.
We could only run in the general direction of the ancient city of Liye according to our memory.
At this time, my hands were shaking, and the blood flowing from Wang Jianggan's broken arm dyed Gu Xinlie's clothes red.
The four of us ran in an extremely embarrassed manner.
On the rugged mountainous terrain, fortunately Gu Xinlie's memory is very strong, we almost followed the mountain road directly into the ancient city of Liye.
The extremely embarrassed appearance of the four people turned heads on the street as high as 100%, especially Gu Xinlie at the front and Wang Jiangqian who had lost his arm.
In order to prevent others from discovering that the four of us were tomb robbers, we had already thrown away everything we needed to throw away before entering the city.
When we arrived at the Liye Ancient City Hospital, before we even entered the door, the leopard shouted: "Where is the doctor?
Doctor, come and help!"
After a while, three or four people dressed as nurses carried a stretcher and sent Wang Jiangqian into the operating room.
Because of his arm injury, Hua Baozi was also registered and sent to the doctor's duty room.
Gu Xinlie and I were the only two people in front of the operating room.
Neither of us said anything, we just sat on the chairs with our hands covering our mouths.
In the silent hospital corridor, there was no noise except the beating of the heart.
"Right or wrong?"
I suddenly said, not looking at Gu Xinlie, but staring at the door of the operating room.
This sentence seemed to be said to myself, but also to Gu Xinlie.
Gu Xinlie didn't reply to me, he just held the long black knife and looked at the white ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.
I didn't speak any more and just remained silent, and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.
About four hours later, a doctor wearing a white coat and a blue mask came out of the operating room.
He looked at me and said to Gu Xinlie: "The patient is out of danger, but due to excessive blood loss, he is still alive."
Don’t disturb him while he is sleeping.
You go down and pay the surgery and hospitalization fees first.”
When the doctor said this, my heart dropped steadily from my throat.
I breathed a long sigh of relief and just when I was about to speak, Gu Xinlie said, "You take Jiang Qian to the hospital first, and I'll pay the money."
After saying that, Gu Xinlie went downstairs holding the knife.
Because Xiangxi has always been unstable, with tomb robbers and gangsters running rampant, the doctor was not surprised when he saw the tattoo on my back and the long knife in Gu Xinlie's hand.
The responsibility of doctors is to save lives.
Maybe we happened to meet a reasonable doctor who did not cause trouble for us or call the police.
I bowed and thanked several times in succession, and then I went to the inpatient department on the top floor with Wang Jianggan.
The inpatient department in the ancient city of Liye is on the fifteenth floor, the top floor of the entire hospital.
As soon as I entered the inpatient department, I felt an extremely cold air rushing toward me, followed by the extremely pungent smell of disinfectant.
After I arrived at the ward, I saw Hua Leopard sleeping soundly on the bed.
His left arm was in an extremely thick plaster.
He seemed to be exhausted and was lying on his back on the bed.
With the help of several doctors, I carried Wang Jianggan to the hospital bed.
Wang Jianggan looked very pale.
After the operation, he would have to rest for at least several months before he could move.
As the doctors and nurses left, I was the only conscious person left in the entire ward.
I took out the dark yellow corpse pill and the silk book from my arms.
These should be said to be the two best things we found during this tomb robbery.
Immediately afterwards, I touched another pocket.
This was also found in Song Qing's coffin, but unlike Silk Yan, this thing seemed to be calling me, forcing me to hold it in my hand.
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I took a breath and stopped thinking about it.
I didn’t know what the purpose of this thing was.
I had to wait until I got back to investigate.
As for the Corpse Pill, we probably won’t need it now and don’t know how to use it, so I stored it first.
And that silk book turned out to be only a fragment, to be precise, a quarter of the fragment.
I don’t know what Gu Xinlie will be like when he hears the news.
He will probably be very disappointed.
I flipped through the book.
This fragment is the beginning of the silk poem.
It records all the burial methods, extremely detailed burial methods and some weird burial methods that I have never heard of before.
One of the sentences actually means "There is no need to design the tomb in accordance with the requirements of the mausoleum system."
This left me a bit stunned.
If the tomb is not designed according to the mausoleum system, there are simply too many things that can be reflected in it.
Let’s not talk about anything else.
First of all, this silk book is a book of rebellion.
The tomb was designed according to the normal mausoleum system.
From the tomb wall to the tomb chamber, everything was ordered according to Feng Shui and Bagua.
Even Mr.
Yin Yang, who has magical powers, would not dare to violate it easily.
There is a total volume of this book, and what I have in my hand is only a quarter of the fragment.
According to the table of contents on the home page, it should be divided into four sections.
The first section is about tomb methods, the second section is about Feng Shui, the third section is about natural materials and treasures, and the fourth section is about where the most important ancient tombs in the world are located.
I flipped through it casually and discovered that this poem was not written by one person.
When I turned back to the table of contents on the second page, I saw that there were hundreds of people's names.
I couldn't help but take a breath.
From this Judging from the font of the book's name, this book began to be compiled in the Western Zhou Dynasty and was not completed until the Qing Dynasty.
It must be something that has been passed down from generation to generation from a large family.
When I thought of the word "family" in my mind, the word "Gu Xinlie" immediately came to my mind.
Is it possible that Gu Xinlie's life experience is related to the family that compiled silk poems?
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but feel shocked, and I felt much heavier when I looked through this book.
Just when I was reading this book, Wang Jiangqian suddenly woke up.
He was very weak when he just woke up, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face: "Master Lin, give me some water to drink."
He smiled at me, a little bitterly.
I nodded, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.
After thinking for a long time, I finally said: "It's all my fault.
If I had known better, I should have listened to the Blood Bodhisattva and not let you go."
"What are you talking about, Mr.
Lin?
Isn't it appropriate to trade an arm for a life?
Besides, my left arm is broken, so it's fine."
Wang Jiangqian smiled at me, and that bright smile seemed extra special at this time.
It's sad.
I didn't say anything, I just helped him straighten his sleeves, and then said, "Take good care of it.
Mr.
Lin owes you this arm."
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After saying that, I turned around and left the ward, and then lit up tremblingly.
A cigarette.
I wasn't sure if I was going to cry, so it was better to come out early
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