Fusheng Chronicle

There was once an ancient book that recorded that the princes of the Western Zhou Dynasty liked male sex and became idiots.He only loved a man surnamed Zhou. After his death, he built a royal-style tomb for him, and committed suicide and buried him together.

It's just that this ancient book has never appeared in front of the world.

In the depths of the dark desert, a little white light can be vaguely seen.The man lay quietly on the jade bed, as if he had fallen asleep.He was lying in a very standard sleeping position, with his hands folded on his abdomen, breathing evenly and steadily.

Suddenly, his fingers moved.

Zhou Shengxiao opened his eyes, and what he saw was darkness.It's just that in the darkness, there is a ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp.

He could clearly feel the weakness of his body, he could move his fingers at most, and he had no strength at all to do other movements.He hadn't felt this kind of touch in years, and being at the mercy of others didn't make him feel bad.

He stared blankly at this dark world, feeling strange in his heart beyond words.It was as if the whole body was filled with a premonition that something was about to happen.

Why did he come here?Why are you trapped in this jade platform?

Countless questions gradually dissipated in my mind.

Pain exploded in his mind, and soon he fell into a coma.

At this moment, the tomb corridor.

Miao Changfeng and the third master had already walked a long way, and they could barely see the road ahead with only the two flashlights they carried with them.

Because a thick layer of dust and sand had accumulated on the ground over the years, Miao Changfeng was able to discover that it should be the footprints left by Zhou Shengxiao.

The voice of the third master came from the front, "Professor Miao, come and have a look."

Miao Changfeng quickened his pace, didn't look at the road for a while, and almost tripped. He looked down and found a torch covered with dust and cobwebs.

In order to save power, San Ye had adjusted the brightness of the phone to the lowest level before.This time, he turned the brightness to the highest, illuminating the entire wall clearly.

The third master frowned and said: "I'm afraid we are almost at the entrance of the tomb."

Judging by the scale of this mural, it must be the gate of the tomb behind it.According to the general architectural specifications of ancient tombs, all doors except the main door will be sealed.And if they enter directly from the gate, there will be countless traps waiting for them.

Although the third master has a lot of research on tombs, he is not very good at avoiding organs.Now that he is too old, let alone avoiding those traps and arrow feathers that are as dangerous as a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

Miao Changfeng stopped, staring blankly at the mural in front of him.The painting described a story of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Although it was dilapidated and had experienced the traces of the years, some traces could still be seen clearly.

here we go again.That feeling of déjà vu couldn't help rushing into my heart.

The mural depicts a prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, with a blurred face and luxurious clothes.He is very fond of seeking immortality and asking questions, and has been ordering his subordinates to search for the elixir of life throughout the Zhou Dynasty.

The third master asked him: "Why are you looking at this? Is it possible that you can still understand it?"

Miao Changfeng was silent.He stretched out his hand to caress the prince's face, his heart filled with a vague premonition.It was as if he traveled through time and space and saw another self.

"Don't smear the ink, think about how to get in first. Look at the gate, Master Zhou's footprints will disappear here."

Miao Changfeng walked slowly to the gate and started to switch the mechanism on the left almost without thinking.It's hard to imagine that such a complex mechanism existed in the Zhou Dynasty. From the perspective of the third master, if the lock is slightly wrong, the entire tomb may collapse automatically.

And they will all die under the ground.

"You..." The third master had no time to stop Miao Changfeng.

Shimen made a rumbling sound, deafening.Perhaps it hadn't been opened for a long time, and a puff of smoke and dust shrouded it, and the ground seemed to be trembling.

The third master closed his eyes, he thought he would die like this.

When the smoke cleared and the ground stopped shaking, the third master opened his eyes.

The man was wearing a disheveled suit, a pair of hiking boots on his feet, and his hair was also messy and covered with dust.The light of the flashlight fell on him, like a figure in wax painting.

This scene has been deeply engraved in the third master's mind until later.He finally understood why Master Zhou chose Miao Changfeng.

In this world, after all, there is the theory of destiny.

Miao Changfeng turned his head and said to the third master, "Let's go."

His side face was expressionless, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten his obsession with cleanliness, lightly patted Sticky Ash's shoulder, and walked forward.

That back view was so neat that the third master couldn't help but think of Zhou Ye.It seems that Miao Changfeng is not simple, otherwise Master Zhou would not take the risk to bring him a professor of economics all the way here.

The two walked for a while in the dark.Miao Changfeng stopped suddenly, and said to the third master, "Don't move."

Then he took out the flashlight, took a few random shots around, found a stone and smashed it forward.

Countless dense voices sounded, the third master shrank his neck, and looked forward, just a step away from Miao Changfeng, where dozens of arrow feathers were stuck there.Even if the arrowhead is rusty, if it falls on a human body, tetanus is deadly enough.

"You, how do you know?" The third master was really shocked this time.Even Master Zhou doesn't have such an accurate budgeting ability.

Miao Changfeng walked slowly, he stretched out his hand to touch the red mole on his left ear, and said softly, "Where are you?"

"What did you say?" The third master didn't hear clearly.

Miao Changfeng grabbed the third master's arm violently, ducked down, and another dozen arrow feathers swished down.

The third master broke out in a cold sweat, and murmured: "I really don't know how the seniors got in."

Miao Changfeng showed a creepy smile, "It's a pity they all died inside."

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