Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

In the evening of summer, Yunwu Mountain in Qianzhou is still sunny at noon, and the mist is hazy in the afternoon, covering the mountain top, and the blood-colored azaleas appear and disappear from time to time.

A group of people camped at the foot of the mountain, with densely packed tents.

The location they are in is a large pit with a brown soil surface, and the buried stone slabs can be vaguely seen protruding from the ground. The length is about 30 meters, like a buried underground castle.

The artificially chiseled stairs extend down, and in the open environment, crisp 'ding dong' sounds from time to time.

"Master Yu, there is a situation!"

There was a sound of surprise, and the young man sitting in the tent suddenly got up and strode forward. He was dressed in a camouflage uniform and looked resolute and handsome.

I saw that the muddy gate was already wide open, and there was a musty and damp smell. Ahead, there was a dark corridor with no end in sight.

"Master Yu, whose tomb do you think this time will be? I have never heard of any nobles and grandchildren buried in Yunwu Mountain. Judging from the things unearthed so far, it may be from the Western Han Dynasty." The person who spoke was following him. Uncle Yue behind him, with sallow skin and thin body, is the oldest of these people, and also a national treasure-level archaeologist.

"You can only find out if you go in and have a look."

Yu Chen was in his early twenties, with short hair, bronze-colored skin, and exquisite facial features with sharp edges and corners. Even if he was thrown into the entertainment circle, he would be a proper peak actor.

"Gudong-"

During the speech, the ball held tightly by the slender finger bones was already thrown into the stone gate. In the darkness, it hit the stone slab and emitted a faint green light.

"There's no poisonous gas, I'll go in first to explore the way." Yu Chen didn't feel coquettish at all, holding a flashlight, he dodged into the corridor.

Underfoot is a stone slab covered with dark green moss. Yunguichuan is rainy all year round, and the soil walls on both sides are severely eroded. Occasionally, there are one or two earthworms wriggling in the soil.

The light beam of the flashlight was the only light source, and under detection, the stone slab was about ten meters away.

With this glare, Yu Chen was stunned.

The partition slate wall in front stands like a screen, without any pen and ink, and is dotted with two corpses alone, with arrow feathers piercing the forehead, nailing people there alive!

Their skin and flesh have rotted away, their shriveled bodies are covered by loose modern clothing, and bones of the hands and feet can be seen.

Obviously, not long ago, the tomb robbers visited here, but they were killed by the hidden weapons here!

"Uncle Yue, there is a mechanism here, find some living things to come in..."

"Meow……"

Yu Chen didn't dare to move rashly and was about to evacuate when a meow echoed in the tomb.

"Click-"

Before he could carefully distinguish whether it was an auditory hallucination or an illusion, the moment he took half a step back, there seemed to be a gear turning by his ear.

"Master Yu!"

Uncle Yue exclaimed and stretched out his hand, but it was already too late.

The stone slab suddenly cracked, like the mouth of an open box.

Yu Chen subconsciously wanted to grab something, his weight dropped, but he reached out and grabbed a fluffy tail.

"Master Yu—"

Uncle Yue rushed forward in desperation, with a bang, the fire swept along with the thunder, and the blazing fire was like a tide erupting, and under the strong air waves, many people were overturned.

"Whoa-"

The sky didn't know when it darkened, the purple-red lightning seemed to open up the world, and the rain poured down without warning.

"Master Yu..."

Uncle Yue prostrated himself on the ground, looking at the phosphorous fire, powerless.

"Today is June 6. It has been a month since the excavation accident by the archaeological team. The rumored tomb of Jingfang in the Western Han Dynasty does not exist. Archaeologists confirmed that the tomb was buried with a cat face mask. The beliefs of the ancients were changeable... ..."

"Tsk tsk."

Flipping through the news release, An Xia couldn't help feeling a little more yearning for the mysterious veil of history.

Because she likes it, she specializes in research, and that's exactly what she does. Her current job is extremely sacred - the... guide of the Lidao City Museum.

In the six-month weather, the sun is scorching outside the museum, and the inside is cool and pleasant. The booths of glass cabinets are full of ancient cultural relics.

The rusty bronze tripod, the ancient yellowed bamboo slips, the Shangfang sword that has been rediscovered...

"An Xia, come out and help me, new products are here."

Someone outside the lounge yelled, An Xia hurriedly put down his phone, and walked out quickly.

The pickup truck was followed by dozens of security guards and stopped at the back door of the museum. Many people had already surrounded it. It was obviously a box that could be carried by one person, but two people were carrying it for the sake of caution.

Museums don't often stock new items, and once they're on display, they're rarely moved.

The curator said that recently, in order to cater to the news boom, the cultural relics from the crater tomb were applied for and displayed for a period of time, so that more people can understand the historical civilization.

"Why is there Tang Sancai?"

An Xia looked at the label on the wooden box and muttered, rolled up the cuffs of his suit and uniform, rolled up the ponytail into a flower bud, swept it around neatly, and lifted a box the size of a kettle. It's very easy to score a three-pointer.

"Stop, don't run!"

Just two steps away, An Xia was yelling behind her back, when a sudden gravity impact made her unsteady on her heels, and she suddenly staggered and fell down.

"Whoa-"

The box is broken.