I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife.

Without the jade pendant, Tan Cheng was just like an ordinary person. He couldn't see ghosts, and he couldn't know the hidden dangers.

From Tangou to the open space in front of the passageway to the gate of the underground palace, following the route he walked yesterday, Tan Cheng bowed his waist and searched the ground bit by bit with a flashlight.

Yesterday, the few of them were just here, and the deeper underground palace has not set foot. This is where he threw the old Taoist priest. The jade pendant was probably lost at this location, but it was made of blue-white stone slabs. The ground was smooth and flat, except for the dirt left by the team members who came in together a few days ago, Tan Cheng was nowhere to be found.

If the jade pendant is not here, where else could it be?

If the jade pendant was really lost in this tomb, the owner of the tomb...that person would take it away, after all, it is probably his personal possession.

In fact, in the final analysis, there is no definite answer to who the jade pendant belongs to and who it belongs to. Everything is just his guess. Whether the owner of the tomb is called Su Jingmo or not, he does not know...

Then if that person's name is not Su Jingmo, then what does the word 'ink' on the gate of the underground palace represent?besides……

And that golden cup with only one plain wedge, what is the 'clear' on the cup?Is it really an item of someone loved by the owner of the tomb?

Thinking of this, Tan Cheng couldn't help but move forward. The wooden ladder used to climb the wall that day was still in the same position and did not move.

After thinking about it, Tan Cheng climbed over the wall again and entered the mausoleum that made him unable to sleep peacefully for several nights.

It was still the same amazingly beautiful relief sculpture that day, but after looking at it today, Tan Cheng noticed that the stone carvings in the tomb passage in front of the gate of the underground palace were similar to the painted patterns inside the tomb that day.

Both sides are engraved with exquisite and lifelike mountains and rivers, and ferocious beasts, which seem to have painted the entire world, except for the sky...

No...there is sky!Tan Cheng raised his head suddenly and shone the light of the flashlight on the top of the tomb passage. That day, he couldn't remember what this strange and treacherous graphic line represented. It seemed familiar, indeed it seemed familiar!

Such a pattern was depicted in an old miscellaneous book he had read!

If you observe carefully, you can find that although the top pattern looks messy, it can be divided into four squares.

"Four elephants, four beasts, four dimensions, and four gods, the 28 constellations are connected by a line of strange beasts." Tan Cheng silently read a sentence from the book, and sighed: "There is no sky here. This is a painting of the entire sky." Come out!"

Looking up at the reliefs almost obsessively, the ancients worshiped the sky, and the drawing of the celestial phenomena could not be a depiction without a reason. Tan Cheng guessed that the celestial phenomenon might be the birthday of the tomb owner or the auspicious day when some important event happened. Only such astronomical phenomena can be depicted in the emperor's tomb to accompany him to death.

It's a pity that Tan Cheng didn't know astronomy, let alone ancient astronomy, so he couldn't rely on such a picture to guess the year and month.

With a soft sigh, "It's a pity..."

Tan Cheng took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The light from the flashlight was very weak, and his eyes couldn't stand it if he kept looking at it like this.If you want to take a good look at the surrounding stone walls, see if there is anything recorded, or where the year is written, the flashlight alone is not enough...

After thinking for a while, Tan Cheng put down the tool bag he brought, and found two old-fashioned plug-in boards from the bag. The two ends of the plug-in boards were wrapped in blue and red two-color plastic. The copper wires were tangled together like twists. I took scissors and cut out one of the power strips.

The wires used to dig the ditch were only moved to the middle of the ditch, and the wires were used up. That day they came in and escaped too quickly, and they didn’t install any lights for lighting. There are probably a dozen or so wires in the power strip. meters, two power strips, about twenty meters...should be enough.

Wiring and installing incandescent lamps is a simple job, but it took only a quarter of an hour for Tan Cheng to finish it. There is no switch for the lighting lamps, and they cut off the power here after the work is over, and they directly pull down the wires on the wooden poles outside the trench. switch.

A total of 20 meters of wires can be extended to the top of the wall, the empty tomb outside the underground palace.

In the empty tomb, only Tan Cheng held the flashlight on his shoulder and neck, and fixed the wires by the light. The pliers temporarily acted as hammers to drive the iron nails into the cracks in the stone slabs. The sound of nails.

a nail...

two nails...

"Boom boom boom——"

When he hit the third nail, Tan Cheng, who sensed something was wrong, stopped moving...

There was no sound of iron pliers hitting iron nails, and the entire tomb was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

Did you hear me wrong just now?

Tan Cheng listened carefully again with some doubts, but there was still no sound. He struck the iron nail again tentatively. When the iron nail was struck, it should have made a long, thin and sharp sound, rather than a dull sound like "dong dong dong". sound.

And when he hit the iron nail, the slender sound was accompanied by a dull sound like a heavy object hitting the ground...

And the voice seemed to be ringing beside him.

My heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't see it, but it didn't mean he didn't know what might be beside him. Tan Cheng's hands couldn't help trembling after witnessing the scene of ghosts hitting Zhang Qishuo's head with heavy objects.

Taking a deep breath, Tan Cheng suddenly fled to Tangou, but the moment he took the first step, something unknown strangled his throat!

"Well--!"

Being strangled by a cold object and dragged backward, Tan Cheng, suffering from suffocation, had to retreat together.

Until his back hit the cold stone wall of the tomb, there was no way to retreat.

Tan Cheng's face turned from pale to livid, and Su Jingmo saw everything in his eyes; it stands to reason that this person should have died, even if it wasn't for this ghost to kill him, he would have ended up with this person , So watching him die, Su Jingmo is still at ease, he doesn't have to bury his hands

But for some reason, looking at Xiao Xiao who was about to die after stealing his jade, he suddenly stopped and chopped off the ghost's hand with his sword.

"The person I want to kill has never let him die at the hands of others."

Jiang Bo hadn't been dead for a long time, and he was still a living soul. He hadn't lost his mind completely due to the influence of the ancient tomb. When part of his soul body was cut off suddenly, he still knew he should run away.

The resentful ghost ran away, and Su Jingmo didn't even bother to look at it. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Tan Cheng who was kneeling in front of him, who was suffocated and kneeling.

Last time the sword in his hand was supposed to take this man's life, but in the end it only left a shallow scar on this man's neck. Thinking about it, he was able to escape with this jade pendant, so...

There was a smile on the corner of the mouth, the peach blossom eyes that were originally smiling were now full of smiles, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the person in front of him

"Then this time, there should be nothing that can save you."

As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand swung down...