Confused Escort Confused Account

Luo Huan's deduction was not wrong, the ancient tomb was indeed built in the west of the city.

The west of the city is surrounded by water canals, but the water in the canals has long since dried up, leaving only low-lying dry roads. The ancient mausoleum was built in the center of the dry roads, and square hills stacked upwards to form a square tower.Loulan flourished in the Qin and Han Dynasties, and the format of this ancient tomb is quite similar to the Han tombs in the Central Plains. It is unknown which generation of emperors and generals were buried in it.

No matter which generation, it has returned to dust and its prosperity is gone.On the front wall of the mausoleum, you can see the weather-beaten tomb door. Outside the door are two stone tombs, which have been mostly eroded by the wind. They are connected to the Buddhist temple through a Shinto path. The Buddhist temple has long since lost its dome. Only the four pillars and the central altar remain.

Mingyuezhu wanted to go to the door, but was stopped by Luo Huan. The 13-year-old boy said confidently, "Follow me."

He led the crowd around the hill for half a circle, stopped at an inconspicuous place at the bottom of the wall, bent down to remove a stone, and pointed out: "It's too eye-catching to walk through the main entrance, let's go in from here."

A circular pit was exposed behind the stone, close to the wall, wide enough to accommodate one person at most, at first glance it looked as simple as a dog's hole, but it was so dark inside that it was impossible to see clearly.

Ming Yuezhu asked doubtfully, "This is?"

Luo Huan said: "The cave dug by the predecessors,"

Zhao Shitu put his hand on it, and sure enough, he felt the wind faintly. He turned to Luo Huan and said, "Although you are afraid of ghosts, you know a lot about the mausoleum."

Luo Huan raised his chin and said, "Although you are a bastard, don't you also know the art of knowing the way?"

Before Zhao Shitu had time to answer, Luo Huan had already dived in. After a while, there was a muffled urging voice from the ground: "Hurry up, too."

The rest of the people also curled up, lowered their heads, and got into the robbery hole one by one.

The robbery cave was very narrow at first, curved downwards, and the walls were all loess, making it suffocatingly narrow.Fortunately, the further you go in, the wider the passage is, and when the robbery cave reaches the end, it finally connects with a stone corridor.

This is the interior of the ancient tomb.

A group of people were able to raise their heads and look around with the dim light above their heads. The ground was filled with a smell of decay. The stone walls extended to both sides, and the end connected with a new corridor. There may be stone chambers on both sides of the corridor. Filled with dust.

Loulan lived extravagantly in his life, and he wanted to enjoy bliss after death. This passageway is connected to the tomb, and there are many interlocking rooms. It is like an underground palace, waiting for hundreds of years under the faint light of the sky.

The silent world belonging to the dead was finally broken by the living.

In the silence all around, there was a faint humming sound, dark and low, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Ming Yuezhu listened for a while, then wondered, "What's that sound?"

Luo Huan said: "This kind of sound is commonly known as ghost crying. It can only be heard when the tomb is opened and the wind blows in along the corridor."

Zhao Shitu thought for a moment and said, "If there is only one exit, there will be no wind."

Luo Huan said: "That's right, there are also openings in other places, and the wind blows along the living path."

Zhao Shitu leaned close to his ear in a serious manner, bent down, raised his finger and said, "Look, ghosts may not necessarily harm people, and they may even use their cries to help people guide the way."

Luo Huan turned his gaze away and said angrily, "It's nonsense."

Zhao Shitu patted him on the shoulder: "So you don't have to be so nervous, even if you meet a ghost, we are still here."

Luo Huan snorted, ignored him, and walked forward a few steps faster.

The more concerned this person was, the less Luo Huan wanted him to see his face.

Luo Huan didn't want others to notice that his face was unnaturally pale.

He never thought that one day he would re-enter this kind of place. Being in a tomb is definitely not a pleasant thing. The air is filled with a bitter and dry astringency. The whiskers began to rot and withered for hundreds of years.This smell, which has been with him since he was born, did not know when it started, and it became disgusting to him, like withered vines crawling all over his body, restraining him to the point of suffocation.

So he escaped, and he preferred the smell of herbs in Mr. Yan's medical hall.

Only when he finds Mr. Yan can he go out from here and return to a place where he can feel at ease.

So he held his breath and listened for the guidance of the ghost crying.

He heard footsteps.

Luo Huan stopped where he was, and read expectantly: "Is that Mr. Yan?"

Zhao Shitu was vigilant and said: "No, this person's steps are too steady, with inner strength, he is definitely not Brother Yan."

If it's not brother Yan, then it can only be an enemy.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, they were already close in front of us.

Luo Huan shivered involuntarily, his hands and feet were already cold, he turned around with the last of his strength, and warned his companions: "Quickly... go back!"

"It's too late." Zhao Shitu said, looking left and right, he found a stone door, and raised his arms and shouted: "Go this way!"

Luo Huan still stayed where he was.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Shitu's inquiry sounded in his ears.

Luo Huan replied in a daze, and was hugged by the other party's neck, hooked for a while, and slipped behind the stone door.

Footsteps have arrived.

The door of the stone room was pushed open again, and someone stood at the door, shouting loudly.

However, the stone chamber was dark, and there was nothing but a row of sarcophagi.

Another burst of footsteps came one after another. The sounds were dense and overlapping. It was obvious that there was more than one person coming.In addition to the sound of footsteps, there is also the sound of sharp weapons colliding. It seems that everyone is carrying a weapon.

Zhao Shitu was lying in the dark, not daring to make a sound. He only felt that the pronunciation of those people was peculiar, not quite like Chinese, but through the thick stone slab, he couldn't hear the real content.

The place where he was hiding was exactly one of the sarcophagi. Just now, when he was in danger, he had no choice but to sneak into a stone room, only to find that the stone room had only one exit, which was closed.

Apart from the coffin in the stone room, he really had no other choice.

Thinking of the possibility of getting in close contact with the old corpse, his scalp involuntarily tingled, and he made up his mind and lifted one of the coffin lids.

Fortunately, the coffin was empty. It should have been used to store funerary objects before, but the gold and silver treasures inside had been looted by tomb robbers.It seems that he was lucky, not only got ghosts to lead the way, but even grave robbers helped him inadvertently.

He hurriedly picked up Luo Huan's thin body, stuffed him into the sarcophagus, and sealed the coffin lid.The rest followed suit and hid in the nearest sarcophagus.

The only remaining empty coffin was in the corner of the room. He ran a few steps, but the footsteps had stopped outside the door, and there was only a stone door away from him.

It seems that no matter how good luck is, it will always run out.

Zhao Shitu could only rush to the nearest sarcophagus, lift the lid, and plunge in.

Sure enough, there was already someone in the sarcophagus, and the narrow space was packed to the brim, but the man didn't say a word, and didn't move at all. If it wasn't for the body temperature coming from his body, he almost thought he was pressed against a log.

Zhao Shitu stopped struggling, held his breath, and lay down like another log.

The two logs were squeezed into the dark and cramped sarcophagus, until the sound of footsteps went away, finally lifted the lid of the coffin and sat up.

Zhao Shitu took a deep breath while looking at the wood that came out together with him on the opposite side.

Who else could it be except Shangguanqing.

Shangguanqing's hair was a little disheveled, and his clothes were unbuttoned by his pillow, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.Zhao Shitu's heart was beating fast for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. Seeing the other party so calm and composed, he shook his head and sighed, "Why do you think I chose you?"

The lid of the coffin next to it was also opened, and the bright moon bead came out of it, shaking off the dust on his body while saying: "Fortunately, I am not the unlucky one who was chosen."

Zhao Shitu couldn't help thinking for a moment, if he had just been pressed on Mingyuezhu's body, he would not be beaten into a sieve at this moment, and he muttered with lingering fear: "Grandma, fortunately it's not you." He turned his gaze back to Mu Mu on the opposite side, blinked and said, " It’s better to be Shangguan, with strong arms and comfortable pillow, next time there is such a beautiful thing of skin-to-skin contact, I will still choose you.”

Shangguan Qing let out a sigh.

Brother Li and Luo Huan also sat up from the sarcophagus one after another.Brother Li saw Luo Huan with his head bowed, his hands pressed against his chest, his face in pain, and he asked with concern, "Huan'er, are you alright?"

Luo Huan immediately straightened up, waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, just a little stuffy in my chest."

There is no wind in the closed stone room, and the skylight leaks a little from the cracks in the stones of the dome, so that the eyes will not be darkened at last.But the silence around is still hard to get used to.

After the living are gone, this is still the world of the dead.

In the dead silence, there was a faint call suddenly: "Zhao... escort?"

Zhao Shitu couldn't help trembling, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully. The intermittent calling came from the empty coffin in the deepest part.

The empty coffin is not empty!