[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

"I'm Fine, thank you, and you?"

"Don't drag Niaowen!" A flashlight was turned on over there. I don't know if Ye Cheng was doing it on purpose or because he was nervous, and he turned the flashlight upwards, showing a few spooky faces, like a horror movie, "Come here, Don’t worry about the fire. There’s something in the tomb passage!” Even though I walked back with my hands and feet intact, they were still worried and insisted on turning around a few times.

"Why... Is there a ghost lying on my back?"

"That thing is much scarier than ghosts," Monk Hua sighed, "At least there will be a whole body if killed by ghosts. Zongniang, have you heard of such things as chrysanthemum jade... Forget it, I guess you haven't either." I've heard it. This kind of insects usually appear in a state of suspended animation in the tomb, but once they encounter high-temperature objects, such as the body temperature of a living person, they will immediately wake up and form something like smoke."

"Then? Will it rush over and nibble you like a man-eating ant?"

"Of course not, they secrete a powerful corrosive liquid, you can try it another day, it's even better than concentrated sulfuric acid!"

"I'm looking for abuse, go try that stuff, and compare it with concentrated sulfuric acid..." I raised my fist at him, "Then what should I do now? I'll take all the fire folders and you all rush over ? Oh, I forgot to tell you that there is a Y-shaped fork at the end of the tomb passage, so it’s best to discuss how to get there first.”

Jian Zhuang, who had been silent before, suddenly applauded nervously, you know, the kind of applause that is ironic: "Self-sacrifice is a noble character...I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

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"Let me say it again for the last time. For seven days, the person who goes out first will wait for seven days in the guest house where we stayed, and then no matter who doesn't show up, it's me—" Old Man Chen deliberately paused for a moment before continuing, "Not waiting. Zongniang ,get ready."

Jian Zhuang's idea is simple and crude, but it is indeed a rare good idea compared to asking me to be bait: he and the monkey directly cut off the feet of two weird corpses, and after wrapping several layers of flammable cloth on the corpses, Throw them in the middle of the graveway.Jian Zhuang picked up the arm that fell during the carrying process, and stuffed it into my arms: "Don't miss it."

"...Three two one." I counted down feebly, and threw the torch on the corpse, and the cloth that they had anointed with oil immediately burned, and a black mist suddenly rose in the tomb passage.When the black mist surrounded the fire, old man Chen and the others covered their head and face with their clothes, and rushed across the tomb passage quickly.I heard them calling me from afar, telling me to follow quickly.

Taking one last look at the two bodies in the flames, I turned and ran to the end of the passage.

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The team I was in chose the road on the left, and the team's personnel configuration is as follows: old man, dumb, young girl, and black-bellied.Since none of the squad members wanted to talk nonsense to the other members, we became an atypical eye contact team.The tomb passage we are walking now is not straight, and the width is also narrower than the tomb passage with Chongyu before.Occasionally, there are some weird human-shaped palace lanterns placed on both sides of the tomb passage, but there is nothing.

Why do you say those palace lanterns have strange shapes?Generally speaking, there are two kinds of human-shaped palace lanterns, one is the more common human-shaped hand-held shape, and the other is the human-shaped lamp favored by the rulers and powers, kneeling in the image of slaves and overhead lights, and the one in front of us is not careful. You can’t really tell it’s a human figure: this “person” is completely kneeling on the ground, curled up in a ball, with twelve hands twisted in a strange posture, and holding the lamp panel behind the detour.

When I saw the first one, I thought it was fun, so I tried to click it casually, but I didn't expect it to be lit.I was overjoyed, but Jian Zhuang poured cold water on me: "Do you know why?" Seeing that I rolled my eyes and pretended not to hear, he didn't continue to play tricks, "Because the lamp tray uses human oil."

I raised my eyebrows and glared at him, but he immediately changed his words: "Ah, it could also be shark oil."

This kind of person is really... If you ignore him, you are a bitch.

Along the way, I went to Xiaolei, and the big pit opened up to the spirit. In this way, we walked for a short distance without any danger, and then... a Y-shaped bifurcation appeared in front of our eyes.Zhang Qiling held up the fire bag and waved it to the depths of the fork: "It's similar to the current situation. I think we can sit down and talk."

When he said this, everyone sat down, but no one talked.

After 1 minute, I weakly raised my hand: "Sorry, I don't seem to be able to receive your brain waves, let's talk with our mouths."

Everyone said hello, and then continued to be silent.

In the end, Old Man Chen spoke first: "Then let me tell you my opinion—how big do you think this tomb is?"

"It's huge."

"do not know."

"..."

"Then do you think the fork will continue forever?" He asked another question.This is completely different from the usual old man Chen. You have to know that as a superior for a long time, or the kind of non-guiding superior, it is unscientific to always ask questions to your subordinates.They prefer to directly express their views on something, make a final decision, and then give instructions.The reason why old man Chen is like this shows that he also finds the strangeness of the internal structure of this tomb difficult. He has his own ideas, but he is not completely sure, so he wants to get our approval or let us diverge our thinking and brainstorm.

"Presumably you can also see that the four twelve-handed corpses you saw on the road before were not born with mutations. The gestures on their backs were inserted artificially. Why and what is the purpose?"

"Twelve hands... beyond language, materialization, politics, history and geography," I counted with my fingers, "Oh! Music and beauty!"

The corner of old man Chen's mouth twitched: "Barely you are right, twelve hands are more convenient for doing more things, so why would they think it would be useful to insert one's arm into another's back? "

After a long while of silence, Zhang Qiling suddenly turned his head: "Could it be because of... cuttings?"

"That's exactly what I thought." The old man nodded, "Didn't you notice that the whole tomb looked like something—a tree. We passed a few large manure pits, roots, trunks, and now the branches Well, the main tomb will be hung on that branch—" He stretched out his voice, and then stared at me with Zhang Qiling, Jianzhuang and the others.

"...why...why look at me, I don't know anything." I was a little scared by their gloomy eyes.

Jian Zhuang crossed his hands in front of his chest: "It's a big mistake, if anyone among the four of us knows the exact location of the ancient tomb, only you!" He pointed straight at me, and I couldn't even hide.

"Why me! I really don't know!"

"Rotten wood!" Old man Chen looked as if he wanted to beat me to death with a Luoyang shovel, "You still don't understand, do you want me to explain in more detail? The totem of this clan is a tree, and their entire tomb is built according to the tree. The location of the main tomb must be on a certain point of the tree, think again, where have you seen the pattern of 'tree'?"

I thought about it carefully, and suddenly opened my eyes wide: "...a mural?"

Old man Chen took a long breath, with an expression of "God opened my eyes, this idiot has finally enlightened": "Left or right? Think clearly."

This time I thought about it for half a minute, and finally said with certainty and affirmation: "Left!"

Jian Zhuang was overjoyed, and his smile became darker. He grabbed my arm and said, "Which branch is that? Huh? You must remember, you saw the murals and Monk Hua's digital camera!"

"...I can't remember..."

"you……"

"By means." Zhang Qiling interrupted suddenly, "I said that this tomb is not set up to prevent tomb thieves, but to prevent the owner of the tomb from coming out, so there must be more organs leading to the main tomb than other roads. .Let’s go separately, make a mark, and once the road is safe, we will go back and walk the other side’s way, so we can definitely find it.”

My whole body has been petrified and I can't speak - other tomb robbers are trying their best to find the safest way to go, but we have to do the opposite, which is cheating.The tears in my heart hadn't finished yet, when suddenly someone scooped them up.

"Time waits for no one, so let's start now. I'm in the same group as Zongniang, let's go this way." Jian Zhuang took out a small knife from his pocket, and with a smile carved a knife next to the path he chose. little triangle.

"Bye," he said, with a certain undisguised smugness in his voice.

>>>039 Despair

>>>Finally opened, dreaming eyes.

As the saying goes, time sees people's hearts.

I thought that Jian Zhuang and Zhang Qiling had the same attributes before, but now I found out that this guy is a chatterbox. He started with "I really miss it" and told me a "longlongago" story. By the way, that story Ye Cheng told me it once, so I don't bother to repeat it again - although Jian Zhuang's story is more detailed and more emotional.Well, it’s understandable, after all, it’s a personal experience. In such a dangerous situation, what is staged is not a tear-jerking romantic drama that is inseparable from life and death, but a moral and ethical drama in which you go to hell and lose one person to share food, and the opponent is still the love girlfriend.

"So what are you trying to say? 'It's not my fault I'm perverted, it's the society that made me?' Ok I get it, so now, you can close your mouth nicely and clear my ears .” I gave him a quick look and quickened his pace, secretly distanced himself from him.

A certain man whom I had long labeled as a pervert suddenly laughed nervously behind me: at first it was the kind of deliberately suppressed muffled laugh, and at the end