Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

The younger brother said calmly: "I will stay awake all night today. You guys have a good rest."

When Qinghuai heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "How can that be done? Brother, you have been running around outside for several days and you haven't had time to have a good rest. Your body can't support it."

The little brother shook his head and said: "You are too vigilant. If there is any danger, you will not be able to deal with it. It is better for me to do it."

That's what he said, but Qinghuai felt a little sorry for his little brother. He didn't want his little brother to be so tired. Suddenly he thought of something and said, "Brother, I can make an ice cover to cover this place, so that there is no need to keep a vigil. Don't worry. My ice shield is still strong.”

The little brother nodded and said gently: "Okay."

It was already nightfall, and the last trace of light in the sky had disappeared. A huge ice cover shrouded the sky. Qinghuai and Fatty still covered themselves with mud just in case.

There were many tents here, so Qinghuai and Fatty each found one to sleep in. Fatty snored so loudly that Qinghuai couldn't sleep unless they were separated.

Qinghuai lay on the bed, rubbed his eyes, and the moment his head hit the pillow, his consciousness fell into darkness and he fell asleep in seconds.

The little brother glanced at the ice cover, and the fog outside became thicker again. Walking into the tent and sitting in front of Qing Huai, his lips gently closed, revealing an indescribable and peaceful atmosphere.

Qinghuai's hair was scattered on the pillow, which added a bit of playfulness. The sleeping person murmured: "Brother."

The little brother said softly "Hmm".

Qinghuai called him "little brother" in succession, and he responded as many times as he called.

The younger brother said warmly: "Long time no see, Qinghuai."

Qinghuai was so fast asleep that he didn't hear these words at all.

I don't know what I thought of, but the little brother smiled helplessly. If he thought about it, he would probably scold me, but I still owe him something that I haven't paid back!

The little brother thought of the red line on his arm and couldn't help but sigh: I was saved again!

The younger brother looked at Qinghuai, his eyes full of helplessness and apology, and his voice was deep: "At that time, I didn't leave on purpose, and I didn't mean not to pay you back!"

"I'm sorry, Qinghuai..."

The fat man had already scavenged all the edible things in the camp. When he saw those cans, his mouth watered and he praised: "It's really tasteful."

After finishing sorting, the three of them set off towards the temple. Not knowing where the door was, they just found the corridor and entered.

Suddenly Qinghuai and Fatty heard a strange sound. They followed the sound and found that the younger brother was wiping the stone wall. When they came to his side, they saw the younger brother taking out the charcoal ash left after burning the bonfire. Apply it little by little on the stone wall.

No wonder I want to take the charcoal ash from the campfire, it turns out it is useful!

The younger brother pointed at the stone wall and said, "I just discovered it."

"It's hard to see clearly under sunlight during the day, so I can only apply toner to barely distinguish it."

Qinghuai saw a large number of snakes on it at first sight, and these carvings were very vivid. As the brother painted, the reliefs on the stone wall gradually emerged, and after so many years, they are still vaguely discernible.

The fat man said: "Qinghuai, little brother, can you understand what this relief is about?"

Qinghuai shook his head and said: "You can probably understand that the pattern is a snake, but what a pity? The evil is not there."

There are several scenes on the reliefs that look very much like sacrificial scenes. The ancestors who lived here worshiped the snakes, put the snakes into clay pots, and then threw the pots into a hole. The stone tower is very similar, and then a large number of poisonous snakes burst out of the jars. There is a priest presiding over the altar, and there are people kneeling under the altar.

Qinghuai thought of the jar on the huge ship. If it was based on the relief, how could it be the King of Corpses in the jar? Shouldn't it be a snake?

As you continue reading, it seems that people here worship snakes very much and offer them as gods. Qinghuai didn't understand why these poisonous snakes were worthy of worship. It was true that he thought he had lived too long.

Suddenly, a terrible thought came to mind - is the corpse king more poisonous or the pheasant neck?

No, how could I have such dangerous thoughts.

The younger brother said calmly: "This mural is about war..."

When the two heard this, they immediately came closer. The fat man looked at the eight-horse carriage and wondered: "Why does this look so similar..."

Qinghuai asked in confusion: "What does it look like...?"

The fat man suddenly thought of something and said: "This man is pulling eight horses. In ancient times, status was also very important. I guess this man's status is not low."

The younger brother said calmly: "This war seems to be unfavorable to the Queen Mother of the West. The people of the Queen Mother of the West are all infantry, and the opponent's lineup also has cavalry. It seems that the opponent is a relatively strong ancient civilization. Judging from the costumes, it should be..."

Qinghuai said: "Brother, do you think it will be the neighboring countries of the Western Queen Mother Kingdom at that time? Such as Loulan or the Northern Huns?"

The younger brother pointed to the man on the chariot and said, "I know this man."

The fat man said: "Brother, who do you know? They are people from thousands of years ago, and you still know them. Could it be that this is your grandpa?"

Qinghuai:…………

The younger brother ignored him and said, "This person should be King Mu of Zhou."