Sun Guangmin looked at the stone wall, and then said to the fat Taoist next to him, "Staff Zhang, prepare the explosives."

"All retreat, prepare to blast." The fat Taoist said loudly to everyone.

Everyone left the corridor and went back to hide at the fork in the road. After a soldier ignited the explosives, he quickly ran out of the corridor.

There was a loud "clang" that shook people's eardrums, and at the same time, the huge impact brought a lot of stone chips.

Everyone returned to the original place and saw that a big hole had been exposed on the stone wall, which could be drilled into.

The stone walls of the underground mausoleum have been eroded by the years and have become very fragile. Many places have been severely weathered, and it is easy to explode after being blown up by explosives.

And inside that big hole is a pitch-black space, and it is impossible to see what is inside from the outside.

Qin Wuye stood at the entrance of the cave, breathed in the air inside, and there was no problem, so he walked in with a torch.

After experiencing what happened to Ming Xiezhi, everyone became more courageous. They felt that with the support of Sun Guangmin, a man who could look down on everything, there was nothing to be afraid of.

There are more and more torches in the darkroom, and the light of the fire gradually expands, showing the whole picture of the darkroom in front of everyone.

This dark room is not big, even smaller than the previous burial room. In a corner of the dark room, there is an iron coffin, which is already stained with rust.

At the other end of the dark room, a white oval object hangs in the air. From a distance, only a vague outline can be seen, and it is not clear what it is.

The fat Taoist said happily: "The corpse lying in this coffin should be the king of Wei. There must be many treasures in it. Let's open it quickly."

"Wait a minute, let me check the coffin."

After Qin Wuye finished speaking, he walked up to the iron coffin, knocked on the coffin lid with his hand, and then listened to the voice inside.

Qin Wuye could tell the location of the tomb by listening to the sound. The sensitivity of his ears was not comparable to that of ordinary people. He only needed to knock on the coffin to know if there was a mechanism inside.

After a while, Qin Wuye said: "It's okay, just open it."

Sun Guangmin said to the many soldiers around him: "Come here, a few people, and open the coffin lid."

Five or six strong soldiers walked over and easily opened the coffin lid. The coffin lid was not nailed, which was beyond many people's expectations.

A pair of bones and rotting clothes appeared inside the coffin, but there were no funeral objects.

This made the fat Taoist very disappointed: "No way? There is nothing in King Wei's coffin, only a pile of rags."

"This is not the corpse of King Wei." Qin Wuye pointed to the iron coffin, "As King Wei, it is impossible for him to use such an ordinary iron coffin."

Sun Guangmin went on to say: "I also don't think this is the remains of the king of Wei. You see, the torn clothes seem to be the most common coarse clothes."

"That's the clothes worn by slaves in the Han Dynasty. I've seen them in ancient books."

As soon as Lao Pan finished speaking, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across Sun Guangmin's mind, as if he remembered something all at once.

"Then who is this corpse? Maybe it's a servant who was buried with him?"

The fat Taoist spoke softly, as if talking to himself.

"No, the person in the iron coffin is the person who transferred the corpse of King Wei, that is, the third prince of Emperor Ling of Han."

After Sun Guangmin finished speaking, Qin Wuye nodded: "Well, there is really a possibility. The third prince stayed in the mausoleum after replacing King Wei's body. We never found him before."

"The body of King Wei is not here, so where is it?" Huang Ying looked at Sun Guangmin and asked.

Sun Guangmin turned and looked to the other side of the dark room, and continued, "I have a vague feeling that King Wei's body is here."

Everyone walked towards the side of the dark room and took a close look at the white oval thing.

It was a thick layer of spider web, which wrapped a thing inside, and hung the thing with a rope above it.

There is also a mural behind that thing, which depicts an ugly and ferocious Yaksha or imp, staring and holding a spear or fork in his hand.

The weapons on the mural were all aimed at the white thing hanging in front, as if the mural was painted specifically for that thing.

"Could this be the real corpse of King Wei?"

Qin Wuye asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have a hunch that this is King Wei's body."

After Sun Guangmin finished speaking, he took out a dagger and cut off the thick spider webs. Many soldiers were very discerning and immediately helped Sun Guangmin clean up the spider webs.

After part of the spider web was cleaned, the contents inside were exposed. It was a highly decomposed corpse, wearing a gorgeous dragon robe.

"This should be the body of King Wei himself. After his death, he was posthumously given the posthumous title of Emperor Wu of Wei, so it is the emperor's burial treatment."

Lao Pan gave everyone a popular science.

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