Tomb Raiders: Ghosts

As expected, the "digging skills" are full, but in just over ten minutes, a hole three meters wide and four meters deep has been dug. Shan Ling stood on the side and probed his brain, his eyes were full of curiosity .

"Dig another three meters, and it's almost done." Si'er squatted aside, looked at the hole, and said.

Asi glanced at the two of them and said, "But how do you know that you can get in by digging here?"

Si'er pursed his lips, and said: "Because there is a map of the tomb, the original was drawn by Xiao Lingdang's father himself, and dug from this place, it is one of the ear chambers in the tomb."

"The ear chamber? Then we can quickly find the main chamber?" Shan Ling's eyes lit up.

"Hey, little Lingdang, you also know that the ear chamber is next to the main tomb, it's not bad." Si'er chuckled lightly, and put his arm around Shan Ling's shoulder.

"I'm not called Little Bell." Then she stared at Si'er fiercely with extremely resentful eyes.

"It's so nice to be called Little Bell, cute and pleasant to hear." Si'er didn't feel the slightest bit of resentful eyes, and continued: "Look, my name is Zhang Siyu, they call me Si'er."

"Why is it called Si'er? You don't even have a name called Si." Asi opened her eyes and pursed her lips after thinking for a while before she realized why Si'er called Shan Ling the little bell. It was because of Shan Ling's name. There is a bell.

"Because I am fourth!"

"Are you ranked fourth at home?" Shan Ling frowned slightly.

Si'er shook his finger and said, "No, no, it's because I am ranked fourth under Master Su. The first is Fengzi, also known as Big Crazy, the second is Xiaodao, also known as Erniao, and the third is Ah Jun. , also known as Sanyuan, and finally it’s me, my name is Si’er.”

"Why do other people have two nicknames, but you only have one?" Asi was curious again.

"Yeah." Shan Ling nodded.

"Because he also has a nickname called Sisha, and he is embarrassed to say it." Ah Jun, who had just emerged from the pit, just listened to what they said, pointed at Si'er and laughed mockingly.

Si'er angrily grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it all over Ah Jun.

Not long after, someone crawled out of the pit, and then went straight to Chu Yiju, with a worried face, saying: "Master, we dug a tunnel below."

Those who were in charge of guarding all around showed surprise expressions because of the man's words. The pit should have been dug into the ear chamber of the cemetery below, but why was a passage dug out?

Chu Yi frowned suddenly, and after the man finished speaking, it turned out that when they were digging the hole, they happened to dig a relatively large mountain rock, and they wanted to dig out this rock so as not to get in the way, but they couldn't think of the rock. When it was dug open, a hole appeared. Looking inside, it was pitch black. Someone threw a fluorescent stick into it, and it turned out to be a corridor.

"Master, do we want to dig, or where do we get in?"

"Since there is a tunnel, why dig it? Hurry up and rescue the boss's senior, and beat Chen Xiaogou again!" The knife on the side put away the butterfly/butterfly/knife that was spinning in his hand.

His face sank slightly, Chu Yi thought for a while and then nodded: "Go in."

It is now close to dusk, and with the luxuriant branches and leaves in the mountain, the light is getting dimmer. If you don't enter the tomb, you will easily attract wild beasts, or even more terrifying things.

The corridor was pitch black, and Fengzi took a wolf-eyed flashlight in one hand to take a photo, and found that the corridor was dug very flat and wide, but at the end there was a slight slope.

"Well, the air is okay." The old ghost moved closer, his nostrils moving.

Fengzi went in first, followed by Xiaodao, then Laogui and Ajun, Si'er led Shanling and Axi in the middle, and finally came some thugs.

Chu Yi suddenly changed into a pair of strange gloves with silver fingertips and black fingertips, and walked in front with Fengzi.

"It's so strange here, the corridor actually has a small downward slope, and it gets wider and wider as you go in, like..." Xiaodao said, and shone around with the spiked flashlight in his hand.

"Entrance of the tomb passage." As soon as Chu Yiju said this, the others gasped in unison.

"How can there be two entrances to a cemetery?" The old ghost was also one of the people who followed Chu Yiju and his father to the tomb, so he knew clearly that the passage that entered the cemetery had been blown up up.

"Uncle Ghost, it is very likely that this is another tomb. The slope of the tomb path extends downwards, and there is very likely a cemetery under the Xia Dynasty tomb." Ah Jun said.

"A tomb within a tomb is extremely unlucky in Feng Shui."

Shan Ling followed behind and listened to their conversation, and didn't quite understand what it meant, but she could not help frowning when she heard that they probably entered another tomb.

Dad is in another grave...

The wolf-eye flashlight in his hand flickered slightly, Shan Ling was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, his eyes widened involuntarily.

"There are murals on the walls."

Hearing Shan Ling's words, the others also stopped and looked up one after another. Sure enough, there were rough murals carved on the top of the cave wall. There are bells hanging and dancing, and the man is surrounded by butterflies.

"Dances with Butterflies?"

"Aren't those butterflies the ones we saw before? This beauty is so bold, she dares to dance with these scary things, and she is not afraid of being scared to death by hallucinations if she is sucked blood or stained with scales." A man held a wolf-eye flashlight to shine on the mural, raised his head, and looked at it with wide eyes.

It was the first time for Shan Ling to see such a mural, and he thought it was very interesting. He majored in photography in college, and every time he saw something he was interested in, he couldn't help but want to take pictures. Unfortunately, he didn't bring his camera with him.

After some discussion, Shan Ling finally couldn't help but moved to Chu Yiju's side, and asked him for a mobile phone. The mobile phone was a model he had never seen before. The black body felt good in the hand and was quite heavy. Because I want to go to the grave and avoid trouble, it is turned off.

After turning on the phone, Shan Ling adjusted all the volumes to o, then switched to camera mode, and took a picture of the mural. Although the corridor was dark, several wolf-eyed flashlights were concentrated on the mural. The pixels of this mobile phone are very high, and the pictures taken are very clear.

"Uncle Su, leave this phone of yours with me for now." Xing Xingyan looked at Chu Yizhu expectantly.

"Ah."

Then, Shan Ling took a few more photos of the mural, and even focused on the person. Then he felt that something was wrong, so he turned the photos out to have a look.

"No, this person is not 'Dancing with Butterflies', he should be manipulating these butterflies." As soon as these words came out, the other people who were discussing were stunned.

"Manipulating these butterflies?"

"Well, look at the ring bell on this man's hand. Butterflies follow the bell and fly." Shan Ling slid the photo, and saw the right hand of the person in the mural on the photo stretched out, and the ring bell on his wrist was shaking. The butterflies flew upwards, lightly raised their left hand, and the ring bell on the left wrist moved slightly, and another wave of butterflies circled upwards from below.

"Hey, that's right, this person is not dancing with butterflies, but manipulating these butterflies."

"So those butterflies outside probably flew out of this tomb." The old ghost frowned.

They always thought that those butterflies grew in the deep mountains of Shennongjia, but judging from this mural, it was obvious that not all of them were.

As soon as the old ghost said this, the others felt a chill behind their backs. What they had carefully avoided before were not only the beasts in the forest, but also the butterflies, but now they wanted to rush directly into the butterfly's nest.

"Then...then shall we continue to move forward?" A thug asked in a low voice.

"It's getting dark outside now. If you go out and meet the beasts and those butterflies, you'll die. You might as well keep going down." Another person said.

"Yup!"

"Don't bother, look quickly, there are also murals here." The voice of a person in front rang out, attracting the attention of others.

Chu Yizhu led people there, and the mural he saw was not on the top, but on the wall. Unlike the rough mural on the previous one, the color of this mural was very gorgeous, as if dyed into the stone wall, very vivid. three-dimensional sense.

Although Shan Ling didn't study archeology, but he has a father who is an archeologist, and there are many such books at home, so he knows that the murals in the tomb can generally reflect the historical facts of the part, and the murals here are all life-size, even the figures. The expressions are very detailed, he took the first picture with his mobile phone, and then started to look at it.

The first mural should be a mountain tribe, with tall trees with lush foliage, simple houses built in it, and waterfalls splashing in all directions. From a distance, white clouds curl up, making it as beautiful as a fairyland.

The second mural is of people. Many people in blue blouses bowed devoutly to a person on a high platform wearing a golden crown and light veil, dressed in rich clothes and holding a golden scepter. Qing Yang, a butterfly with a phoenix tail landed on his fingertips, with proud eyes and thin lips, looking noble and extraordinary, aloof and proud.

In the third mural, several people lifted up a huge three-legged tripod. The man in blue put a phoenix-tailed butterfly into the tripod, then put some strange things in it, and finally poured red liquid into it to refine it into a pill.

The fourth mural is that those devout worshipers ate those pills, then their faces were distorted, their mouths were bright red, and they fell down with their stomachs pierced. A totem appeared on their bodies.

Shan Ling looked at the totems on those people, her pupils constricted, and the mobile phone she was holding fell off.

"Su, Uncle Su... Tu, Totem!!"