"But where does this road lead to?"
The fat man waved the flashlight, "It takes two hours to go down the mountain."
His statement caught my attention, and I analyzed: "This section of the Shinto Road is smooth, with no special steep slopes or turning points.
Can it be understood that the entrance to the tomb chamber is just a cover, and the real Tomb No. 2 leads to other places, the Shinto Road It’s just an underground highway.”
Shiry Yang added: "We have already learned about the situation of Tomb No. 1.
It is a pure cemetery for sacrifices.
According to Wang Puyuan's news, there are no special discoveries in Tomb No. 3.
The two tombs cover an area of It reaches more than one thousand square meters and covers almost half of the mountain.
Assuming that I am the owner of the tomb, I would never want my tomb to be adjacent to these two places, so there is a high possibility that Tomb No. 2 will lead to other places. " I tried hard to recall the contents of the fragments, and there were many descriptions of the false acupoints in the virtual tomb.
Some of the arrangements of these suspicious tombs are to confuse tomb robbers, and some are for Feng Shui considerations, which must be used to create momentum on the entire Feng Shui plate.
Shiry Yang's analysis gave me a lot of confidence.
I said to everyone: "If it is really a ghost, it is in vain for us to worry.
Chairman Mao said it well, there is endless fun in fighting with others.
If we lose to this little psychological pressure , then don’t get involved in this business anymore.
As the old saying goes, go home and farm and sell sweet potatoes.
Judging from all the current clues, this Shinto is just a matter of growing up. , it has nothing to do with those messy situations.
If we can overcome the fear of the unknown and continue to move forward, let alone soon, we should see the light in at least two hours.
Roads were built by humans, and technology was not developed in ancient times. , The living standards of ordinary people are limited.
In the Qin Dynasty, living beyond the age of forty was called longevity.
He just cultivated for a lifetime.
How long can we cultivate?
Are we afraid that we will not reach the end?"
The fat man immediately stood in awe of me and gave me a thumbs up, praising me for my courage as a leader.
"Commander Hu's words are reasonable, but I don't believe he has the guts to dig out Chadong and go to the United States.
Isn't it just a broken divine way?
The food and water we have can last at least a week.
If we still can't get out, I When you turn around, write the character "王" backwards.
Wang Qingzheng smiled, opened his backpack, took out an alcohol stove, and then took out a hanging pot and cans.
I asked why this boy was carrying such a big bag when he came here.
I dared to think that the young master was just going on an outing.
"Since everyone said it's okay, of course it's okay for me.
We have been busy all day and haven't eaten anything.
We need to replenish our strength first and walk the rest of the way in one go.
Grandpa is still waiting ahead, but I don't want to Willing to fall behind.”
The fat man cut open a box of cans and found that it was beef with soy sauce.
Without saying a word, he took out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
While eating, he lamented the decadence of imperialism and the fact that there was still meat in the military rations.
Young Master Wang then took out another pack of flattened vacuum bags.
I waved my hand and said, "Forget about the compressed biscuits.
I can't eat dry food."
He opened the package, threw the food into the lunch box, poured water on it, and put it in the lunch box.
The entire lunch box is placed on the alcohol blowtorch.
After a while, the aroma came out.
"Are you a country boy?
Recently, the food rations are frozen and dehydrated.
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They can be eaten immediately after stewing in hot water.
This bag is a staple food, mixed with potatoes and beef.
I also have cakes and fruits here, who wants it?"
In this way, the original terrifying and solemn atmosphere was transformed into an underground tea party.
During the period, Fatty also made an important speech on the issue of non-staple food in China.
Professor Li listened carefully and took detailed notes.
The old man said solemnly that the little fat man had considered it very comprehensively and that he would sort it out after returning and try to publish it in a national publication.
After a gust of wind and lingering clouds passed, we cleaned the small stove.
The fat man patted his belly and said: "I have food in my belly and I am not panicking.
Now I feel that all ghosts and monsters are paper tigers.
Do all comrades feel the same way?"
I said: "I don't know anything else.
Pack up all the garbage after eating.
Pay attention to protecting the environment of the tomb.
Don't look back.
When the archaeological team dug in, they saw plastic bags all over the ground.
What's going on?"
Shiry Yang helped me clean up, and then everyone carried their luggage and set off.
I gave everyone a vaccination and told them that the road ahead would be difficult and everyone should be mentally prepared.
Facts have proved that I was right.
Next, the boring walk continued for nearly three hours, and we still did not get out of this sacred road that deviated from common sense.
I was shaken several times in my heart, but looking at other people, I could never give up hope.
In this way, everyone held their breath and walked out for another half an hour.
At this time, Owen, who kept raising his telescope, shouted loudly: "There is someone, there is someone ahead."
Hearing this shout was like seeing an oasis in the desert, which lifted the spirits of all of us.
I grabbed the binoculars, and sure enough I saw two figures that looked like figures shaking in the night vision screen.
I handed the telescope to Shiry Yang.
She took a look and said, "There is an obvious optical reaction.
I just don't know if the other party is one of ours."
Professor Li also rushed to take a look and said happily: "The tomb is very spacious, with wall columns and obvious corridors.
No matter who the opponent is, at least we have successfully escaped from the Shinto."
The fat man spit out sour water and complained: "It's been five hours, and I thought this road was really endless.
I don't know where the top of our heads is now.
I guess it must be beyond the scope of Niangniang Mountain."
Wang Qingzheng was eager to meet his family.
He threw his backpack to Owen, held up the flashlight, and ran forward in a hurry.
Professor Li didn't know whether it was because of emotion or physical exhaustion that his breathing became rapid.
When we saw that his old habit had returned, we ignored Mr.
Wang and a group of people hurriedly helped Professor Li sit down and comforted him.
The old man gasped for a while, which made me frightened, fearing that he would pass without being able to catch his breath.
He rolled his eyes twice, patted his chest with his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'm so excited.
Get out of my way, I'm fine."
I breathed a sigh of relief, and just when I was about to turn around to see what was going on with Mr.
Wang, I heard a series of loud explosions not far away.
Shiry Yang shouted: "Something happened, machine gun" I never expected that there would be an exchange of fire in such a short period of time.
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By the time I reacted, Owen had already taken the lead and rushed towards the hall.
The fierce gunfire continued for a while and then disappeared, replaced by endless silence.
When I arrived at the scene, there were warheads everywhere, and Mr.
Wang’s flashlight rolled aside.
Shiry Yang and I looked at each other and realized that the problem was serious.
This hall was exactly what Professor Li expected.
It was built according to the layout of the deceased.
The entire hall was empty, tall, and majestic.
There were wall pillars around the hall, which constantly echoed the sound of our footsteps.
The fat man quickly caught up with Professor Li.
"Where are the people?"
He looked around, picked up the flashlight and said, "Isn't this the kid's thing?"
The area of the entire palace is astonishingly large, and the range of the lighting equipment is limited.
We still don't know who was fighting just now.
Judging from the dense and short rhythm of the gunfire, it looks more like a one-sided shooting.
Professor Li said: "Will the enemy be ambushing us in the dark and preparing to sneak attack on us?"
I said: "Our area is the only one with light, so we need to attack early.
It's important to find someone quickly, maybe we can be saved."
Although I said so. , but I still don’t know.
According to Wang Qingzheng’s character, if nothing happened, he would have called out long ago.
It would not be our turn to look for him.
I was just thinking about where to start, when Shiry Yang secretly took a photo of me and said mysteriously: "Don't move, there is light over there."
I glanced along her finger, and sure enough I saw something.
There was a blur of white light, and something seemed to be crawling in the darkness behind the aperture.
Professor Li's eyes widened.
If the fat man hadn't held him down, the old man would have almost jumped up.
I asked the fat man to continue to use the light as a cover, then dived down and slowly moved towards the glowing place.
After getting a little closer, I realized that it was the light from a flashlight.
It was a civilian flashlight wrapped in an orange plastic shell, with a braided rope tied to its tail.
Perhaps because the battery was about to run out, the light from the flashlight became dim and hung on the corner of a carved horizontal chair.
I didn’t know who the owner of the flashlight was, let alone why it appeared in this place.
I looked back and saw that the fat man was still looking around, but Shiry Yang was nowhere to be seen.
I guess she must be approaching me too.
I looked at the flickering light, no longer hesitated, and reached out to grab the braided rope on the tail.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but just when I was about to touch the rope, I seemed to see something jump out from under the horizontal chair.
When I came back to my senses, my fingertips suddenly felt cold, and a black figure rushed up and pushed me to the ground.
I protected my throat, turned sideways, and kicked him without saying a word.
The black shadow coughed, and I rushed forward following the sound and lifted him up.
When I took a closer look, I saw that it was Wang Qingzheng.
His eyes were bloodshot and he kept struggling to break free from my hands.
I slapped him with my backhand, and he stopped, looked at me stupidly, was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "There are so many heads everywhere" Although this kid Wang Qingzheng is usually unreliable in his glib tone, he can at least come in handy at critical moments.
If he hadn't seen some extremely terrifying scene, he would never have been so frightened into such a state of despair.
I quickly scanned the surroundings and didn't see the human head he mentioned.
Instead, I saw Owen lying on the side, gasping for air.
He was covered in blood and appeared to have been shot.
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Shiry Yang had already leaned out of the darkness at this time.
When he saw this scene, he didn't ask any questions and first helped Owen deal with his wounds.
Young Master Wang waited for a while before he understood, and stammered: "I, I was injured."
I can't bear it, but there's no point in lying at this time.
When he saw my acquiescence, his expression suddenly became even more disappointed.
Fatty and Professor Li found the lamp cup on the wall pillar of the main hall.
The eternal oil in it had not yet dried up, but the wick had long since rotted away.
We tore off some bandages, dipped them in lamp oil and made homemade wicks.
We lit five or six lamps in a row, and half of the hall suddenly lit up.
"The little bastard is wilted."
The fat man glanced at Owen, who couldn't afford to be injured, and asked me what was going on.
I don't know much about the situation at that time.
Wang Qingzheng recalled: "There were two people standing here before, but they disappeared after I walked past.
I don't know what hit me, the force was very strong, and the flashlight fell immediately.
The moment it hit the ground, I saw a person standing on the edge.
It couldn’t be considered a human being.
Anyway, it was just something that looked like a human being.
It was very close to me and there were heads all over it, so I shot him.”
"No, what do you mean the whole body is full of brains?"
"I can't tell clearly.
In just one glance, I just saw that person's head from head to toe, and I didn't know whether it was my own growth or whether it was hung up later.
At that time, the flashlight fell to the side, and I didn't dare to hesitate.
"When I reacted," he pointed at Owen and me, "you two appeared out of nowhere."
The fat man laughed loudly after hearing this and said: "After all, you don't know whether you saw it or not.
In my opinion, you are cowardly and you still find excuses for seeing it wrong."
"How can I mistake a person as big as a fart?
It's a monster with heads all over."
"Okay, okay, you can make it up, you can make it up.
I've never heard of Journey to the West since I was a kid.
No matter how evil you are, you have to have hands and feet, right?
You have a brain all over your body.
I'll see if you change it.
I'll see it."
What to pee and poop on?”
Although I don't believe that there are any monsters with heads in the world, I also noticed one thing: we did see people in the hall before, but now they are gone.
Professor Li ignored the quarrel between the two and focused on his research.
Shiry Yang treated Owen's wound, wiped his hands and said, "It's not a broken muscle or bone, just a scratch, but it's enough for him to bear.
We don't have anesthesia, and the wounds are all stitched together.
He said he saw someone when he came over.
He rushed towards Wang Qingzheng, but it was too dark to see his face.
The man was very big, half a head taller than him, and his movements were stiff. " Owen is a typical Western big guy.
If the opponent is taller than him, it must be at least two meters.
It is obviously not easy for such a huge creature to avoid our sight and hide in the empty hall.
"They probably ran away.
There's no way to hide anyone here."
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I checked around the bench and found that we were not the first people to arrive here.
"The caliber of the bullet is wrong.
This small-caliber bullet should be a pistol."
I handed the bullet casing I picked up to Shiry Yang.
She took a look at it and said with certainty: "The caliber is different, and it is not American-made.
The scratches on the bullet casing do not indicate that it is a black market product."
Both Wang Puyuan and the Japanese named Waseda were a step ahead of us, but judging from the time they went to the ground, even if they fought, they shouldn't be here.
So why did these bullets appear in the hall?
Is there someone like Wang Qingzheng who suffered an unknown incident?
What about the attack of the object?
Thinking of this, I am going to check the area again.
In addition to some symbolic bronze figures and iron halberds inside the main hall, the most eye-catching thing is a set of chimes arranged along the wall.
This chime is divided into three floors, with a total height of about two meters.
After a rough visual inspection, I found that there are at least fifty chimes of different sizes on the entire bronze bell frame, all of which are kept in a natural hanging state.
The fat man stood in front of the chime clock and couldn't help himself for a long time.
I walked over and said to him: "Stop dreaming, Lao Li is watching.
If you dare to try this thing, he will be the first to fight you
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