[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

Isn't it the first one to be fired?

This is really me laughing at others for being too unlucky, and others laughing at me for not being able to see through.

I cocked my mouth in self-deprecating manner, looked at the broken map in the old man’s hand that [-]% was traded with my life, and slammed the backpack on my shoulder to the ground: “Okay, just learn, I’m stupid , but it is not so stupid that it is hopeless, I will remember what you gave me today."

>>>036 Shaft

>>>Happy Belated Zongzi Festival! ! ! !

Generally speaking, many natives like to bring one or two live chickens to the field. Firstly, it is because the blood of the chickens can ward off evil spirits. A living creature throws stones to ask for directions.

Chen Pi'a doesn't like to bring live chickens everywhere, he likes to take me, not only can step on the mechanism to test the poisonous gas, but also can carry it on his back, a high-quality coolie.

My mood can be summed up in two words: Ha ha.

Like a donkey pulling a millstone, I walked around the narrow tomb with a torch. I recalled how when I went down to the ground with Mr. Wu and the others, I habitually wanted to go in with my head but was stopped by them. Looking at the group of people who are coldly shrunk outside the tomb, I think it's better to change jobs as soon as possible.

Holding the fire and turning around for two or three minutes, the people outside couldn't help it. Monkey people are as their name suggests, the most impatient monkeys, and they don't care whether the old man Chen, who is the monk of Hua, is sitting here. Di yelled at me: "Did you find anything?" At first glance, it looked like a man-made death, and even my sister stopped calling when I got off the ground.In the light of Huo Zhezi, I suddenly felt that the expression on Old Man Chen's face was quite unpredictable, and I suddenly felt that I understood something.

What a black-bellied old fox!

I wisely didn't make a sound, until the old man Chen gathered his style and asked the same question. I nodded and replied: "Yes, um... I think this is a dead end."

As soon as these words came out, the men outside were all stunned.It’s not their fault, I’d be stunned if I were it—you know that it’s not uncommon for an ancient tomb to have many forks like crab legs, or even centipede legs, but have you ever seen a cellar with a tomb that is as solid as a pickled cabbage? ?

"How is that possible!" The monkey was still the first one to yell, he stepped in with a long leg, pushed me aside and searched the tomb carefully.After a while, he looked in the direction of the entrance a little at a loss, hoping that the people over there could provide some good ideas.

Although the old man was dark-hearted, he still seemed to trust the monkey's ability. He pinched his brows, sighed, and said, "Shengmen in the southeast corner."

This obviously wasn’t meant for me—after all, I’ve made a lot of bets with Old Man Chen, and he should already have a preliminary understanding of my ability—even if a big parallel importer like me is here It is also unclear which side is the southeast corner on the ground.After receiving the order, the monkey sprinted, stomped and beat, and then looked in the direction of the entrance again in bewilderment.

Probably seeing that the monkey and I hadn't knelt for so long, old man Chen and his party also entered this tomb without any mechanism with confidence, but there must be some kind of mechanism hidden.On the head, under the feet, front, back, left, and right, these men have touched every brick, and finally came to the conclusion: there is really no way.

Funny it is.

"His grandma, built a tomb and built a city wall!" Monkey slammed his backpack on the ground cursingly, "At any rate, let's hang out with Brother Lang Feng for a while, fourth master, tell me to blow up this mountain It's all right!"

"Only your two detonators can blow up my own bird at most. Go ahead, and the monkey is in a hurry. Blowing up the mountain? It's not your turn." Ye Cheng kicked the monkey away.

Old man Chen chuckled meaningfully: "Since the monkey volunteered, let him show his hands. Ye Cheng, keep the things in your bag first."

"Okay!" Monkey smiled triumphantly.I don’t know what the other local masters are like. In short, the old man Chen’s men basically use homemade fire detonators on this road. Then tomorrow everyone will be on the headlines of the local daily news.And another advantage of self-made detonators is that you don't have to worry about the purchase channel at all. All kinds of propellants and detonators can be bought in chemical supply stores, and the possibility of being caught by the police is close to zero.He knocked and tapped, dug a groove near the life door that could fix the detonator, and put the lead wire long. After we all exited the tomb, he lit the lead wire and turned around and ran towards us.

When the detonator exploded, I thought out of nowhere that it seemed that when we came around the mountain road, the BOOMBOOMBOOM sounded like fireworks on the mountain all the time. Could it be that the tombs on the Qinling Mountains are all non-violent and unwilling to cooperate? sex?

The dust and smoke dissipated, and everyone gathered around to have a look, and they all had the expressions of stepping on Shi: there was still nothing under the big hole that was blown out.

At this time, Zhang Dashen, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke to save the parallel importers: "I have a guess, but I will not know until I try it." He reached out, took out another detonator from the monkey's backpack, and walked to another corner .

"...Then, that's the Southwest..." the monkey exclaimed.

"If you want to talk nonsense, the dumb is no better than you." Ye Cheng gave the monkey a chestnut and dragged him out.

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The dust and smoke dissipated again, and we approached it again with almost no expectations, and were delighted to find that there was something different from the blue brick tomb we stepped on under the pothole.The men started to get busy, and I continued to hold the fire pocket as a lighting tool.When it was finally tidied up, the thing revealed its original appearance—a stone slab.The stone slab was larger than the usual tombstones, but it was extremely thick. I stood over it and compared it, and it reached a little below my knees.Zhang Qiling tapped on the center of the stone slab, it was fine, the bottom was empty.

They originally wanted to move the stone slab, but the four of them worked hard for a long time, but they still couldn't move the stone slab an inch. "There seems to be something stuck down here, and I have to lift it." Ye Cheng smacked his palm twice and rubbed it indiscriminately, "Three two one, get up!" Monk Ye Chenghua stood on one side, and Houzi Laojiu stood on the other. The four of them gathered all their strength, and their faces turned into monkey asses, before they finally lifted the heavy stone slab off the ground.When the stone slab was finally able to move left and right, they slammed it sideways, and we saw what was stuck on the slate before-it turned out to be densely packed bronze nails!

Under the stone slab was a square shaft that could barely accommodate one person, and the place where the stone slab covered the shaft was nailed full of bronze nails, and the tapered nail body carved with strange writing stuck the stone slab downward.

"...Sure enough." Zhang Qiling knocked down a bronze nail on the edge. I thought he wanted to study the patterns on it or announce the production year, function, use, and market reference price of this item, but no one looked at it. Throw it straight down the shaft.

Two or three seconds later, the sound of falling to the ground came. Well, based on the physics knowledge taught by my chemistry teacher, I can almost deduce that the shaft is at least 50 meters deep.The corners of my mouth twitched, and I always felt that this ancient tomb was a bit strange and inexplicable—the tomb was built in a place with extreme Fengshui, and after digging open the tomb, I found that only gunpowder could be used to blow up the next level. The stone slab with nails, Putting the shaft horizontally, which I think is too long, I really want to hahaha, the perverted cat version of Super Mario doesn't even have such fun.

"Zongniang, go down and have a look."

I knew it.

Hard work is not my turn.

Demining kills me, I deserve it.

But then again, if I really had to choose between the two, I would also choose demining to die. It is convenient, fast, safe and painless, and I deserve it! (thumb)

I was moving the climbing rope when suddenly someone bumped into me from behind and whispered something in my ear.I turned my head quickly and saw that Zhang Qiling continued to put his hands in his pockets in a daze as if nothing had happened: "...what are you doing?"

He obviously didn't bother to explain to me: "Do as I say."

Never touch the wall below when you jump?What kind of advice is that?

As I mentioned before, the more people forbid me to do something, the more I want to do it.I can't land as handsomely as in the movie. After I hit the ground with my butt, I stood up and patted the dust on my clothes. I was about to touch the wall, but I found that there were many hornet's nests on the wall near the bottom of the shaft. small hole.

I shrunk back without any bones, and picked up the bronze nail thrown down by Zhang Qiling from the ground with my backhand. I didn't even dare to straighten my hand and slammed on the wall——

Zheng!

Countless arrow feathers are shooting at each other in the narrow corridor. One can imagine what a magnificent toothpick I would become if I stood and touched the wall.Moreover, these arrows are particularly perverted, the arrows have barbs, and the tails of the arrows are actually connected to chains. If someone is hit by an arrow, it is impossible to leave here without pulling out the arrow immediately.

"Hey, what's going on down here!" Probably because of the echo, Ye Cheng's voice was so loud that it almost exploded his ears.

"It's fine down here, hurry up and have dinner together."

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"Fuck, what is this!" Ye Cheng was the second person after me to slide down the rope, and he kicked the arrows that were hanging in the air to one side, complaining nonstop.

"As you can see, the tomb owner provided us with a fork. You can almost eat char siew."

"It's not the owner of the tomb." Zhang Qiling, who came down third, said, "Let's talk when everyone comes down."