Otherworldly Merchant

The tunnel slanted down, turned a few corners, didn't know where it was going?

Four quiet and frightening sounds, apart from a few of our footsteps, there was no movement at all, we could hear each other breathing clearly.

It lasted almost thirty minutes and finally ended.

At the end was a big stone door with a fist and was smashed into pieces.

Master Phoenix turned the ball around and looked after it. Behind the door is a small stone house, extremely spacious, just very rough, walls, floors, and even ceilings, almost the most primitive of all, just after the chisel.

There's a lot of mess on the ground.

We walked over and looked at it, and it was all raw clothes, shredded linen, and some very rough pots, tiles and stuff. Between these shitty things, a few dead bones fall.

Several bones are all headed towards the path we just walked out of, and all bones are dimly dark, even deep into the bone marrow, as if they were poisoned before life.

Pieces of linen hanging from the bones, which should have been the clothes they wore during their lifetime, turned into dust as soon as they touched, long as they could see the ages.

There were several lines of cluttered footprints scattered across the ground, which were supposed to have been left behind by the people walking in front of them, and I squatted down and looked closely at them, all adult footprints, without the little girl.

“These bones are not the same as hanging above the canal.” The T-shirt man squatted down to sum up: "The skeletons on the canal are supposed to be martyrs arranged according to some form of formation, but the skeletons - from the clothes they have left behind, the objects they have abandoned, and the dental handbones - can basically be judged as slaves, most likely the builders of this tomb. ”

Master Feng nodded his head: ”Yes, but this tomb is so huge, there are only a few builders, but it's a little unnatural. ”

On the other side of the stone room is a rusty large iron door, which, although also smashed, is not known for any reason to remain inclined and not fall.

The T-shirt man walked forward and pulled, and the iron door slammed down, followed by a loud noise, and something dark poured down.

The three of us hurried away and looked stunned.

Still bursting into the bones, scattered like a hill and sealed the doorway!

These bones, like those in the stone chamber, are all blackened, some of them even with black teeth, obviously all of the poisonous things they ate in their lifetime.

A black-pressed skeleton stacked like a hill at the door, at least a few hundred people, and under the light of the fire, that black-light skeleton was hidden in spectacular, terrifying light.

“So that's it!” Master Feng paused: “It seems that these people are the builders of the mosque, but they are all poisoned to death. It should be the time to complete, and the mouth will be wiped out. ”

And I nodded, and I thought a little bit: "Well, it looks like we're not just walking through the main entrance of the tomb, but the escape route that these builders built themselves. ”

Whether inside or outside, building a large mausoleum, when it is almost finished, will kill all the artisans involved in the mausoleum, so as not to reveal the secrets inside.

So there were a lot of smart craftsmen, digging the secret passages from the beginning of the mausoleum.

It is clear, however, that these people have suffered bad luck before they could escape.

“That makes sense.” T-shirt men's heads: “The way we come in is not only rough, but also very narrow. A grave of such magnitude, a real entrance, would never be so small, otherwise how would the coffin be brought in? “

After the three of us came to a unified conclusion, we started clearing the bones next to each other, trying to figure out a passage.

Perhaps because of the age, these bones are very light in the hands. Each bone is wrapped with lots of hemp pieces, filled with little pieces, some small brass rings, some broken cigarette bags, and some scattered copper money.

The three of us are originally shady traders. Naturally, we are very familiar with this stuff. After a little discernment, we can see that it is all from the late Tang dynasty.

There are still a lot of small signs scattered in the bone pile, the sign is not big, it is only six or seven centimeters, one with a small hole, it should have been tethered with a rope, engraved on both sides anyway.

It's supposed to be a number tag that everyone carries around, kind of like our work pass right now.

It's just that the words are not Chinese characters, the curvature is complicated, and the T-shirt man looked at them and said: "It's all ancient Tibetan, although I don't know what it means to write, but it's definitely not wrong. ”

Tang Dynasty?

Listen to him, I'm a little strange with Master Phoenix.

This is the heart of Siberia, Russia. It's a long way from Tibet. It's a very difficult journey, not to mention the Tang dynasty a thousand years ago. Now, if you don't fly, it's going to take a long time to get here from Tibet, let alone build such a huge ancient tomb here.

Even weirder, what brings Satan's father, Dragon Springs, and that very strange old gray robe here again?

“Look at that!” Suddenly, Master Feng pointed forward.

Turns out a parchment roll appeared in the skeleton pile, and the parchment was caught dead by a white bone.

Even now that the flesh and bones are already rotten, it is still very difficult to pull the parchment out of the phalanx, imagine how tightly this man was caught at the time of his death.

Me and the T-shirt guy pulled out the parchment paper and looked at it with a flashlight and it was a map.

The lines on the map are simple, but they can be seen clearly.

We studied it for a while and suddenly discovered that this is where it was painted!

Though we've only gone a little short, there's no mistake in that stone path! It connects to the location of the stone chamber, and the length of that passageway, where it turns, how long each bend is, in no way different from the narrow passageway we just took.

We are saddened to know nothing about this place, and now we have a map, which is naturally like God's help.