Daomu Biji

The tomb is inclined downwards, the angle is getting more and more fighting, our flashlight shoots straight down, we can't see any sign of reaching the end, and the end is always dark and dark.

I was a little flustered. We have walked a long distance down the road and have penetrated into the interior of Changbai Mountain. If we go on like this, where will we go?Geocentric?

But even if it's the earth's center, we must go on, because the guide sign left by the dull oil bottle clearly shows us that he is going in this direction. Every step we take is closer to the truth of the truth.

The fat man said to me: "Little Wu, have you noticed that this tomb is a bit warmer."

I nodded and said, "Maybe, our destination is close to the volcanic strata activity area, where there is lava or hot spring activity, the temperature will gradually increase, Wang Zanghai that year, where did he dig?"

No one can answer this question, neither of them speak.

After advancing for a while, the fat man suddenly turned back and asked me: "You honestly told me, what special relationship do you have with that little brother?"

I chucked the fat man and didn't know how to answer it. Then I thought I had misunderstood, and he was not asking the kind of relationship I wanted.

A series of things just happened so fast, I actually did n’t react completely at all. Now think about fat people, I do n’t know that my blood has already appeared in the Qinling Mountains. I was n’t surprised to see how, but I ’m afraid I did n’t ask at the time in order not to appear short in front of Aning. So now we only have two of us. He naturally has to ask the last question, but with his character, he is very serious. It ’s not possible to ask, he asked: My relationship with the oil bottle should be just strange, why my blood can also be anthelmintic.

According to Master Liang, the peculiar ability of my blood should be related to the kiln blood eaten by smoked corpses, but I really ca n’t remember whether I have eaten this kind of thing, and I do n’t know anything about kilin blood, so I ca n’t answer it definitively. He, and I was just an accident myself just now, and the unconscious behavior at all could not be determined solely by my blood.

The fat man did n’t answer me when he saw me, thinking that I agreed with his thoughts and said, “He might be your brother or brother, cousin or the like who have been separated for many years, or your father ’s illegitimate child. ability."

I scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, my dad is just my son. If he is an illegitimate child, there is really no man in the world."

The fat man still thinks there must be something wrong. I really do n’t want to discuss this with him, so I divert the topic.

After walking for a long time, the tomb finally reached the end. When I walked out of the tomb, a sudden warm wind blew me up. I hurriedly turned on the flashlight and looked around. I found it was a gallery built on a cliff. Just like the sacrificial platform of the false spirit palace we saw in the ice dome when we came, the floor at the foot was raised on the cliff with a porch, and a huge black tripod stood in the middle of the gallery. He fell into the stone floor, showing a posture to be dumped. Obviously, we must also be careful when walking around this platform, and the stones underneath are aging.

The edges of the platform are all cliffs, and it is also dark above the top of the head.

The fat man grumbled: "Why ... it's over, there is no way to go, or there is no coffin, where did the king of slaves hide?"

I said: "This is not the weirdest. We came along the mark of that little brother. There are very obvious clues along the way, but you see, there is no one here. Could it be said that these people found this to be a dead end Have you all gone back? Or ... "I looked to the darkness," Fly away? "

The fat man said, "Maybe the cliff here can go down." He said he took out a signal gun, filled it with a signal flare, and fired one forward.

As we walked to the side of the gallery, the flare burst into flames at a high altitude. In this extremely dark space, it was like a small sun, illuminating the situation in front of us at once.

Through the glare of the signal flare, I saw that this is actually a huge mountain crack. Our gallery is built on a crack cliff on one side, and we are more than two hundred meters opposite. It is a cliff on the other side of the giant slit. Relatively, it feels like being on a cliff in the huge rift valley of Africa.We couldn't help but exclaimed.

The flare gradually fell and fell under the gallery, reflecting the situation below us, and another shocking scene appeared in front of us. I saw the dark and bottomless rift below, and the thickness of countless bowls. Bronze chains traverse both sides, linking the rift valleys together.

With this falling light source, from twenty meters below the gallery to the depths of a chaotic rift valley, I do n’t know how many such chain frames are, and I can hardly see the sparse places, but the deep ones On the chain, many things hung densely, like many bells, it was too far to see clearly.

At this time, the fat man found a climbing rope at the end of the gallery, and hung from the end of the platform to the nearest bronze chain below.Tethered there.

The fat man frowned and said, "It's choking, but the younger brother is still persevering. It seems that he has climbed down. Do we have to follow along to learn monkeys?"

I said: "Look at the density of the chains below, I think it will not be difficult to climb, but what is the place here? Why is there such a strange setting? Could the king's coffin be under this rift valley? Have you I wondered, how could they transport that huge coffin back then? "

The fat man said: "It's really possible, but the ancients always have their own ingenious way. Are we going to notify the foreigners, or are we going down first."

I said: "I don't know if I can come up after going down. We can't give them a way dog ​​and call them down. Their equipment and technology are better than ours, and they are also good. Moreover, Pan Zi is still on the top. Anyway, the third uncle has also found it, and if you spend more time, you will spend more time. "

The fat man remembered Kirk's covered muscles and agreed with me. We returned from the same path because we knew that the road was quite long, and when we walked, we accelerated the speed unconsciously.

Aning, they were anxious to wait for a long time, and thought we had something wrong. When we came back, we were relieved. I took Panzi's water, took a sip, and said what I saw. .

As soon as I heard that there were a lot of bronze chains below, Aning quickly took out the photo she took from the seabed tomb, pointed out one of them, but I saw that in the mural in the photo, many East Xia warriors were carrying bows and arrows Climbing on a cliff, the background is countless things similar to chains, apparently depicting the situation of the Dongxia people exploring the giant underground rift.

I said, "It seems that those chains were not set by the Dongxia people. They should also be curious at the time. What is the situation under these rifts sealed with chains."

Fat Man said: "Will these iron chains be the defensive measures of the ancestors who built here to prevent something below from climbing up? For example, the giant black soft stuff depicted in the mural."

I nodded and said, "It's possible." He asked Aning again: "Which is this mural? What is the next one?"

Aning said: "According to the general law of narrative murals, this should be the last sixth mural, followed by five, followed by ..."

Aning spread out the last five photos. I saw the mural in the last photo. It is a situation where many Dongxia warriors took bows and arrows. It seems that there was a fierce battle, but the enemy was not seen on the mural. What are they fighting?I think of that kind of strange bird who can't see his figure when flying in the air, and my heart is tight. I said that there is such a thing underneath?

And the next one is the situation where many evil spirits drilled out of the stone.

The view of murals and murals does not seem to have much connection in plot, but it seems to give people an infinite association and a sense of stream of consciousness.

Aning asked me: "Did you see something wrong again? Wu Chaoren?"

I smiled at myself: "It's not that I saw anything. You see, behind the mural on the cliff is the picture of the battle. I feel this may be telling us what we will encounter after going down the rift valley. Dangerous, people with weapons have their weapons ready. "

I don't want Aning to know that I have two copper fishes in my hands, and I can't say anything about it.

Several people regarded me as a spiritual leader. What I said was what Kirk took up his m16 and made a gesture that wrapped around him.We packed up our bags and walked towards the tomb in the Changbai Mountain.

I followed at the end of the team and went to see how the uncle was, but he was still unconscious, and he did n’t know what horrible things he saw here. Pan Zi assured me that he said that even if he was climbing, he would have to Uncle crawled together and dragged out of this ghost place.

Walking in the tomb, looking at the nervous people in front of me, there is also a strange feeling in my heart. When Chen Pi's fourth and third uncle are not there, I have to act as the leader of these people. This feeling is I have never felt that there is an inexplicable pleasure, but is my idea and my decision really correct, will it not, I am pushing all these people to death?Thinking of this, I felt hesitant again.

Soon everyone came to Langtai, and the fat man hit another signal flare to show everyone the spectacular scenery around the Rift Valley. Pan Zi and I pulled out the rope to prepare, and climbed down below. It seemed like an extremely risky decision. , But our path has been completely blocked, and there is no other choice.

I do n’t know what the following scenario is. The group of people in Aning are not good. After I untied all the ropes, I pulled the fat man and told him to be careful. Now we are in trouble, everyone looks very good Cooperation, once you reach the way out below, you must be careful.

The fat man patted me on the shoulder and gave me a glance, which meant he had left his hand for a long time.Fearing that I was not at ease, I pulled off the corner of the dress and let me take a look. The remaining ten detonators were tied around his waist.

We tested it. The rope of the dull oil bottle was very strong. Pan Zi was still a pioneer. After climbing down the first one, he hung down his body like a horizontal bar athlete like a horizontal bar athlete. Jumped to another chain below, repeated five or six times in this way, it has been down for more than ten meters, and gave me an ok gesture.

Aning's equipment is much better than ours. Kirk brought a divergent guide headlight and turned himself into a moving light bulb. The second climbed down. We followed Kirk's head as a guide and climbed one after another. Go down the gallery and come to the world of chains in the air.

I do n’t feel very strong on the platform, but it seems that on the chain, the wind blowing from the bottom of the valley is particularly strong. I stand on the chain and feel like pulling the sail on the sailboat, the boat is moving, and the sail is moving, Very flustered.

However, the density of the chain is quite high, and it is still very convenient to climb. No matter what the original purpose of the bronze chain is here, it is a convenient ladder for people like us.After climbing for a long time, all kinds of movements have become proficient, and I have mastered some tips. I feel like Spiderman is reborn.

Like a spider, more than a dozen people descended slowly, and no unexpected things happened along the way. The strength of the chain also made us amazing. After four hours, the gallery above the head has become very small, and we have entered the rift. Deep inside we are beyond our reach.Bronze chains hanging like giant bells appeared in my view.

To be cautious, I blew the bat whistle to stop Kirk and Pan Zi at the bottom, and looked down with Aning ’s night vision telescope. In the faint green field of vision, I saw those hanging on the chain Things, it turned out to be some dead people hanging there, a black hair-like silk thread extended from their necks and hung on the chain.Looking at the number, the chains underneath are so densely packed that it is almost impossible to count.

Wang Zanghai ’s dragonfish ciphertext reveals the kind of monster bird we encounter that ca n’t be seen when flying in the air, and only appears when landing. I like to hang my prey on the branch to dry it for standby. Here With so many corpses, is it actually their lair below?

No wonder boring oil bottles let us never go down, but now we have no other way to go. If we don't go down and fight, isn't it the same death?I suppressed the fear in my heart and made a gesture to signal everyone to be alert and continue down.

We have come here, and even if it is hell below, we have to bite the bullet.

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