This is the first time I encountered this weird situation.
The fat man yelled: "Fuck!"
He took a few steps forward, groped with his hands on the bronze mirror, and then took a few steps back, back to us.
"This is strange.
We have everything but the three of us."
The fat man began to sweat constantly on his head, "Old Hu, are we, already, already that?"
"Shut up."
I was well aware of the power of his crow mouth, so I hurriedly stopped him.
The scene in front of me was something I had never experienced before in my life, causing me to keep changing my gaze, making sure again and again that the people standing next to me were Shiry Yang and Fatty.
"Calm down first," I analyzed.
"Although there is something fishy in the mirror, the three of us are intact now.
We have neither missing arms nor short legs.
There will always be an explanation for physical phenomena.
It is easy to have problems if you mess up.
Steady.
Stay, it’s all stable.”
Shiry Yang took a deep breath: "The problem is the mirror, not the person.
This kind of trick is not uncommon in tombs.
We have done nothing wrong, and we don't have to worry about evil spirits coming."
"Don't."
The fat man wanted to jump up and took out the jade piece from his pocket, "I'm still holding the stolen goods."
I grabbed the jade piece with my hands, found a hollow gap, and stuffed it back hard.
It's a pity that the mirror is still like a lake of stagnant water without any ripples.
Perhaps it was the psychological shock caused by the fright.
The more I looked at the giant spirit god at the top of the mirror, the more terrifying I felt.
The originally solemn and solemn statue of the god now became ferocious for some reason, exuding an oppressive cold air.
I stared at the bronze mirror that could not reflect the portrait for a long time, and suddenly realized where the strong sense of dissonance came from.
I ran fast and climbed onto the wall three times, five times and two times five times.
The fat man yelled my name loudly and asked me if I was possessed.
Shiry Yang followed me and climbed into the hole in the guillotine wall.
I lay down at the entrance of the cave and tried my best to assume the same posture as at that time: "Look, the bronze mirror cannot be illuminated at this angle."
I raised the flashlight high, and the position of the bronze mirror was almost parallel to my arm, not to mention reflection.
Can't find any light or stars.
Shiry Yang reacted very quickly, and she suddenly realized: "There is more than one mirror in the tomb."
She said shaking her flashlight and quickly scanning the top of the tomb.
I subconsciously covered my eyes and felt white shadows flash past rapidly, which was more dazzling than the flash.
"Move them all and restore the original appearance of the tomb."
The three of us searched carefully and quickly cleared away the piles of copperware.
There are a total of six huge bronze mirrors inlaid on the walls of the circular tomb.
For a moment, we seemed to be dazzled by falling into a huge kaleidoscope.
These bronze mirrors are exactly the same from the outer frames to the patterns.
The only difference is the statue of the god on the top.
Their postures and expressions are unique.
Some of the giant gods have benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, as if they are meditating with their eyes closed; some have fangs and claws, with fangs coming out of their mouths; the one facing the hole in the wall is the most terrifying and weird, with the face of the statue showing an inverted triangle, with obvious scales, and raised eye sockets.
It is slender, with a long curved and circling horn in the center of its forehead, and there is an evil aura all over its body.
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It is more like a tomb monster than a statue of a god.
The six bronze mirrors are slightly tilted and stand straight down, illuminating the three of us clearly.
It seems that the person who designed the tomb has already calculated the angle and orientation.
Only when six mirrors are illuminated at the same time can the portrait be displayed.
I am very curious about this strange mirror phenomenon.
It seems that after returning home, I will inevitably ask an expert to solve the mystery and teach me.
What is certain is that someone created visual blind spots through funerary objects, causing these allegorical bronze mirrors to be obscured in darkness.
We originally inferred that the angry-eyed King Kong at the top of the mirror was deified in the image of the owner of the tomb, praising his life of slaying dragons and eliminating harm.
Now it seems that the bronze statues on these mirrors are more like a demonization process, using artistic means to accuse his cruelty.
Maybe we can never see through the truth in the history books, but the small expressions condensed in the artwork inadvertently leave us with unlimited space for imagination.
Now it seems that the story about General Ketuo can no longer be described with the simple words "outstanding military exploits".
There seems to be some history hidden in this ancient tomb covered by yellow sand that has been deliberately obliterated by interested people.
And this piece of history may be closely related to the ancient city of Zhenku we are looking for, and may even become a key clue.
In addition to a large number of exquisite funerary objects, the sacred bronze mirrors on the wall and the nine-story treasure tree tower in the center of the ceiling appear to be integrated.
If they said the coffin was hidden somewhere else, I wouldn't believe it even if I were killed.
Shiry Yang was holding a sketchbook and copying the giant statue, saying he was taking it back for further research.
I have no interest in archaeological research, and all I can think about is where the remains of the general are hidden.
The fat man reminded me that we were running out of time and it would be sunrise in about twenty minutes.
I didn't want to leave the puzzle behind and left.
I closed my eyes and thought about everything about General Croto during his lifetime, recalling the stories about him on the keel.
In an instant, my head was filled with thoughts that made me dizzy.
I couldn't help but raise my head and take a deep breath.
The moment I opened my eyes, the tomb beast on the top of the bronze mirror suddenly jumped into my eyes.
My heart beat faster, and an incredible idea suddenly came to my mind.
"Portrait, give me a portrait."
I took the sketchbook from Shiry Yang's hand and said excitedly, "Our analysis is correct.
These statues are indeed showing the life of General Ketuo, from his first military exploits to his battles everywhere. , caught in a political struggle, every statue The statues are all representatives of his specific period.
This also echoes everything written on the epitaph.
His ambitions continued to expand, gradually threatening the queen's status, and finally became an exiled beast.
"I said fiercely.
An arrow is marked next to the portrait of the unicorn monster.
The fat man took a breath: "According to your statement, he, he turned into a monster in the end."
"No, death is his end."
I slowly raised my flashlight and shined it on the first statue of Mercy Vajra.
The light passed through the opposite mirror and changed its path again.
It followed the positions of the six bronze mirrors and finally outlined the A set of recurring white lights is emitted.
Dazzling light diffused in all directions, and the entire tomb was bathed in a milky white light.
The nine-story treasure tree above our heads shone brightly and made a "squeaking" sound of mechanical rotation.
Immediately afterwards, the top of the treasure tree began to extend toward the ground.
"Run quickly, you are just standing there waiting to die."
The fat man jumped anxiously and pushed Shiry Yang and I to the corner.
I was busy testing my theory, but I didn't expect that my mechanism would suddenly be triggered.
The moment the nine-story treasure tree fell to the ground, a burst of wind and sand with a burning smell rose out of the air and blew across our faces.
I felt as if I was in an endless desert, about to wither and die.
That short moment almost made me suffocate.
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Fortunately, the tomb soon returned to darkness and calm, and the yellow sand that filled the sky just now disappeared from our eyes like a mirage.
I turned around and found that Shiry Yang and Fatty were also panicking, and they probably saw the same scene.
There was no time to tell whether it was an hallucination or some other strange phenomenon.
I saw the fat man rolling towards the nine-story treasure tree and shouting: "The coffin has been found."
The thin brocade scrolls hanging on the copper branches turned into fragments and flew around due to the violent vibration.
Shiry Yang feels sorry for these precious cultural relics, but at this critical moment of life and death, we have no time to feel sorry for them.
"Open the coffin and leave within ten minutes."
I took off my coat, picked up my tool bag and headed straight for the coffin under the treasure tree.
As I originally expected, the six bronze mirrors foreshadow the life of Crotus and ultimately lead us to his end.
Shiry Yang put on his gloves and stepped forward: "Three-color coffin, wrapped in gold, silver, and copper, and the innermost part should be a nanmu inner coffin.
Old Hu, how do I open it?"
"We don't have enough time, let's go straight ahead."
A thin layer of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I was very excited.
It had been a long time since Jinpen washed my hands and I had not encountered such a difficult situation.
Facing the challenge from the ancients, I couldn't help but laugh.
The fat man picked up the pickaxe and struck it at the position I designated.
We pulled out six rows of requiem nails, all of which were coated with cinnabar and soaked in cow blood.
The fat man was so smoked that he coughed.
I said that's right, this red paint was mixed with the blood of three animals and six different animals.
It is most suitable for suppressing evil spirits, especially evil spirits with heavy murderous karma like the General.
"Then is it appropriate for us to let him out?
What if the old guy still wants to rebel and commit suicide?"
"I can't care about that much anymore.
Now I can only hope to find clues from his personal burial objects, otherwise the old speculation will be in doubt."
I placed the thirty-six requiem nails used to seal the coffin in sequence.
The coffin was facing south, and he told Shiry Yang and Fatty: "If he dares to pick up the body later, we won't be polite."
The three of us prepared for the worst, and then worked together to open the long-sealed coffin of General Ketondo.
Possible images flashed through my mind repeatedly.
The skull of the unicorn monster kept hitting my sight, as if it would burst out of the coffin the next second the lid was opened, killing us strangers who had rashly entered the underground palace.
Tear into pieces.
Fortunately, such illusory and terrifying things did not happen in real life.
What appeared in front of us was a neatly wrapped mummy, with the face and joints of the corpse covered with magnificent gold-inlaid jade pieces.
Among them, the gilt mask worn on the face of the remains is the most exquisite.
It's a pity that the focus of our trip is to seek medicine and save lives.
No matter how valuable these ghost weapons are, they can't exchange for human lives.
I took a look around the body and found no other suspicious items except jade and local specialty ores
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