"How did Shiry Yang's bag end up in that ghost place?"
I unzipped the zipper and found medicines, pickaxes, maps, and many other items that Shiry Yang had brought with him, all scattered on the floor.
"It's really Shiry Yang's bag."
The fat man put down the empty bag.
The two of them picked up the guy at the same time and dug open the dirt bag on the roof of the building.
The dome made of rammed sand is much stronger than I imagined.
There are tree roots and dead grass mixed in the sand, which is similar to the windproof isolation outside the ancient city.
I was in a hurry to find Shiry Yang, but I didn't know what to do with it.
Most of the earth bag was quickly removed from the top of the arc and shattered into slag.
As previously estimated, the earth bag is hollow and can be filled with materials, but the internal volume is too small and it is obvious that it cannot hide a complete living person.
I jumped into the pit and turned over the broken soil, but found no clues.
The fat man also jumped down.
He glanced around and said, "Didn't you go find someone just now?
There's nothing wrong."
"There are marks along the way.
She got lost in front of her.
Did you notice that it took us a long time to dig it open?
But before, I just kicked it and the top was broken."
"That means there was a crack on the top, and the backpack was thrown in intentionally."
"Either it's Shirey Yang herself, or there's someone else in the ancient city."
I stood up and said to the fat man, "If it's Shirey Yang, there will definitely be other clues.
She won't disappear for no reason, something else must have happened. , she couldn’t get away so she left us alone.”
"Why do I sound so mysterious?
What's wrong with Shirey Yang?
It's impossible to think about it without us behind our backs."
"I can't control that much now.
Lao Chuai is still lying down.
Let's go first.
I believe Shirley Yang."
I said this, but in my heart I had no idea at all.
The things that happened in the ancient city became more and more bizarre, making people confused.
Shiry Yang's disappearance undoubtedly made things worse for me.
After leaving the ravine, a straight stone brick royal road suddenly appeared in front of us.
The fat man and I carried Lao Chuai and strode straight towards the towering temple without saying anything.
I was so confused that I walked to the main hall before I knew it.
I walked up the steps alone.
The temple door was closed and there were three locks on the outside.
I knocked on the stone door, and there was a brief and rapid vibration inside.
"Stone cover.
The main entrance is still inside, this is the outer cover door."
The fat man guarded Lao Cai at the foot of the steps and kept slapping him on the face.
The old man was completely drained of blood, so it was a good thing that he slapped his cheeks red.
He stood up, raised his flashlight, and looked up at the temple tower.
"There is a window up there, but if you keep acting like this, you won't be able to climb up."
"In this way, you stay outside and get rid of the lock first.
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I'll go in and see if I can open it from the inside."
Temples are places where daily sacrifices and offerings are made.
The huge offering temple in front of us consists of a sacrificial hall and a tower.
According to my experience, there are usually underground palaces underground, which are mainly used for storing valuables and for people to take refuge.
The stone cover blocking us is also called "Buddha's Eyelid" in local religious culture.
The Buddha falls on his eyelids and the sun sets over the west mountain, which has the symbolic meaning of the end of the world.
This further proves from the side that Zhenku City once suffered a huge disaster.
Judging from the archaeological data we currently have, most of this thousand-year-old city was destroyed by war.
Although the outside of the Xian Palace is airtight, there are many places to stay on the tower behind.
I tried climbing for a while.
The tower body is cold to the bone, and the outer spine is made of metal.
It is very well preserved without any rust.
The four corners of the ancient pagoda are hung with various Buddha statues carved in different sizes, almost occupying the entire pagoda body.
I don’t have much research on Buddhism.
I only know that I stepped on these uneven statues and climbed up very smoothly.
I quickly reached the vent on the upper floor of the pagoda.
I squatted at the window and couldn't wait to look inside.
The wooden beams were covered with dust.
Through the tangled nets, I could see that there were many niches embedded in the tower wall, and they seemed to contain items.
I hung up the flashlight, raised my foot and stamped hard a few times.
The beam made a "squeaking" sound, shaking up the dust in the room.
I climbed onto the thick beam that was half a person wide, and slowly dropped to the ground while climbing on the big citron.
The bottom floor of the pagoda is narrower than expected.
Except for the gray Buddha and the desk, it can almost be described as shabby, as empty as an abandoned kiln.
I walked straight through the hall to the front door.
The tower leads directly to the Xian Palace.
I came to the lock and knocked hard on the door, and the fat man responded with a buzzing sound.
I determined my position and began to think about how to open the behemoth in front of me.
The main entrance of the Xian Palace is divided into three pairs, with a total of six doors.
The side doors on the left and right have been sealed with plaster, and the only way to the outside is the main door in front of me.
I tried to lift the crossbar on the door.
It seemed important, but lifting it was not the same thing.
Thinking about it, the Xian Palace had to be locked and closed every day.
It really took a hundred and eighty kilograms of door pins to be replaced. , who is happy to do this janitor job?
However, I really have no idea about the stone cover outside the door.
It is the same as the door sealing bricks, and the setting is quite exquisite.
It is made of a complete piece of granite, and there is no gap inside or outside.
The fat man got impatient waiting outside and shouted: "If we don't find the mechanism, it will be a deadlock, and we will have to stop eating."
"Please be polite and watch him carefully.
I'm about to find the doorway."
I groped around the stone sleeve and confirmed that there was a lifting device between the walls.
I felt a little relieved. .
Since it's not a decoration, it must be useful.
I knocked on the dado carefully and quickly found the hidden compartment where the switch was hidden.
The sound of "creaking" gears accompanied by a large amount of dust echoed through the interior of the Xian Palace.
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I covered my ears and hid aside, and saw the Zhenku City, which had been silent for many years, emit a low and majestic roar.
The stone sleeve slowly fell into the ground, and the fat man half dragged Lao Cai through the door quickly.
I put up Lao Chuai's arm and found that his whole body was unnaturally stiff.
If it weren't for the weak rise and fall of his chest, I would have almost thought that he had raised his braids.
The time that belongs to us is getting less and less.
The fat man held up his flashlight and scanned the hall randomly.
This place was so deserted that there was basically nothing left except dust.
"Fuck, this was washed away by the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, not even a damn thing is left."
He ran back and forth a few times and said angrily, "Commander Hu, we lost everything on this trip.
It seems that we lost our wife."
Another defeat."
"Don't be ridiculous, there is an underground palace."
When I came down from the Big Buddha, I found that the bronze statue was hollow.
For such a big place, there must be preparations below.
I walked around the inside of the hall and took another look, and found that things were not as simple as the fat man said.
It was true that the place had been looted, but not very long ago.
There were obvious drag marks in some places, and the varying shades of dust clearly told it all.
The archaeological team has long verified the existence of Zhenku City.
Although the construction work was stopped at that time, there were many people who knew about it.
It is not impossible for others to get there first.
Thinking of the detailed and accurate archaeological records, I even think that the archaeological team had penetrated deep into the ancient city.
Judging from the external features and geographical location, the landmark black iron tower in the record may be the iron-embedded pagoda where we are.
At the same time, another question came to my mind.
If they had obtained enough resources, why had they concealed the archaeological findings?
Was there some unexpected situation at that time that forced the archaeological team members to be disbanded rather than disclose the existence of Zhenku City to the outside world?
I remembered Comrade Xiao Gong’s passionate and enthusiastic face.
With angry faces, I really can't think of any force that can block the archaeological enthusiasm of that group of young people.
"Lao Hu, come and take a look, there are murals here."
The fat man's cry interrupted my thoughts.
I closed the notebook and walked over following his voice, but when I got under the Buddha statue, I couldn't find the fat man at all.
When I was confused, his voice suddenly came from behind the Buddha statue.
I got closer and took a closer look, and then I discovered that there was a narrow gap between the statue and the wall, barely enough for an adult to pass sideways.
"You're so fucking capable.
You found such a hidden entrance."
I rubbed against the cold wall and crawled into the cracks like a crab.
The fat man stood under the lotus seat, with his belly shrunk and his head raised, and said: "This is called professional sensitivity.
Take a look, it looks familiar to me.
Is there such a painting in the general's tomb?"
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