Tianshan Yihuan

The underground world is claustrophobic and dark. After staying for a long time, the concept of time becomes more and more confused.

The road ahead is too long, like an endless black hole, everyone is walking wearily, with their legs mechanically raised.

We can't go on like this, because sooner or later we will have all kinds of unimaginable mistakes and situations because we are too tired. After entering the door, we walked for two hours.At a normal pace, the distance we travel is almost three times longer than a normal tunnel.

I walked with a dull pain in my knee, which was the pain caused by the aftereffects of the car accident.

"Damn it, this ghost place is so disgusting, I don't believe in evil anymore." Li Dayi's voice was filled with anger, accompanied by the sound of fists smashing against the wall.He smashed harder and harder, Wang Ziyang next to him tried to stop his self-mutilation behavior, but he couldn't stop him at all.

The sound of pounding on the wall changed from "bang bang" to "poof", each sound seemed to be accompanied by flying flesh...

"Why are you crazy?! Stop it, I heard that there is no Li Dayi!" Wang Ziyang used his weak body to tightly strangle the mad Li Dayi.

But the irritable Li Dayihong was so powerful that he swung his body and threw Wang Ziyang out.Wang Ziyang didn't have time to cover his head with his hands, the bridge of his nose was cracked, blood was dripping profusely from his nostrils.At this moment, Li Dayi suddenly stopped moving, turned around stiffly, his nose twitched, as if attracted by some breath in the air.

He slowly walked towards Wang Ziyang who was lying on the ground with his forehead against the stone wall.The people around have relaxed their vigilance since he stopped, and I stared at him. His face, with distorted features, seemed to be the face of a slave whose legs had been cut off on a bronze sacrificial vessel.

My leg muscles were very tense, and I guessed Li Dayi's next move, and my steps became more and more rapid, just when his hand was about to reach out to the semi-conscious Wang Ziyang.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Lin Yue kicked Li Dayi away, I gritted my teeth subconsciously, not knowing whether it was because of Lin Yue's calf pain or Li Dayi's stomach pain.

After being in a hurry, Mr. Jin, who hadn't seen anything for a long time, asked someone to tie up the crazy Li Dayi, and Lin Yue quietly stood sideways beside Mr. Jin, acting as a servant.

At this moment, I seemed to see that many years ago, the person next to Chen Pi Asi said lightly: "My affairs are beyond your comprehension."

The calmness of Mr. Jin at this time made the young people ashamed. After he led us around in the unobstructed open space, the previous gate of the yin house reappeared in front of our eyes.

If it weren't for Li Dayi's bloody hands being supported by other people, I would almost think that everything I experienced just now was another dream.

"The world we live in often cannot be deduced by common sense." Mr. Jin looked up at the dilapidated gate covered with lichens, "Zhuangzi said, dreaming of a butterfly, me and a butterfly, which one is the butterfly? Which one is me?" yeah?"

Zhuangzi is a wonderful person, but I have never been able to understand the world he yearns for. At least, when the person I love dies, I will be sad or not happy.

Lin Yue walked to the door and skillfully pried up the other end of the stone with a steel support. I suppressed my surprise. The secrets of Mr. Jin were obviously much more than what he showed.

After entering the door this time, there was no long corridor before, and it was replaced by a mausoleum with the standard of an emperor.

The history of China is unbelievable in the eyes of foreigners. Residents of the ancient country who lived 5000 years ago were able to create countless exquisite bronze wares.They just think that the age of the carbon [-] detection alone can explain the value of the cultural relics. Many precious cultural relics lost overseas are bought back in the country at the auction house, making the Chinese people pay for the robbers in a disguised way. Tomb robbers are hated by people. important reason.

The original intention of the company that Xiaohua created later was to let those of us who have accumulated a lot of evil deeds have room to relax, wash the sand and go to the ground, and believe in gods and ghosts, but we can't trust people.Even though these invisible and intangible sins are mysterious and mysterious, no one does not believe them.

After entering the tomb, the east and west side rooms can be seen at a glance. If there is a little light, it may be used as an exhibition room for visiting.However, due to the subsidence of the ground, the tomb has changed from only a dozen meters above the surface to a depth of hundreds of meters, and the air composition has gradually changed without being noticed.

These factors combine to create an eerie yet familiar scent, much like the bedroom of an elderly person, where the old wooden furniture is corroded by the decay of the aging body, and then released into the air.

Thinking that that person might be lying here anywhere, I subconsciously clenched my fists, suppressed my emotions, and slowly moved to the ear chamber on the east side following Elder Jin.

The professionalism of the archaeological team was fully demonstrated at this moment. Wearing isolation gloves, they quickly cleaned out the artifacts buried under the dust with tools, and at the same time, the numbering work was carried out in an orderly manner.

The weird musty smell in the air seemed to be getting stronger and stronger inadvertently. I rolled up my sleeves, opened the clothes that covered the simple anti-virus filter mask, and put it on silently.

Suddenly, the lighting tools in our hands all failed, and the environment suddenly fell into complete darkness.

When he was at a loss, his vision became clearer. Looking around, it turned out that the night pearls on the wall were faintly lit up, and the gloomy and cold green made people feel like they were in the underworld.

I tried several times to light the lighter in my hand, but it was in vain.

It was only here that a terrifying thought arose from the bottom of my heart. The brightness of the night pearl in that room was getting bigger and bigger. Under the blue light, each other's eyes were full of rice dumplings.

Those luminous pearls were placed in an unusual position, extending along the corner of the tomb, as if guiding the dead souls to find their way home.

It makes people want to follow these lights without self-indulgence, but in fact, we have really acted.Stepping on the floor of the burial chamber, it is like an extradited soul. Everyone's expression is very numb, and it is no different from a moving sculpture from a close look.

I saw with my own eyes a staff member who was walking in the front threw himself onto a wall full of barbs, and a few drops of blood splashed onto the wall.

in my eyes.There is an invisible monster here that pushes everyone to death, and he can't be found, and he can't be found anywhere, leaving only the torment and despair waiting to die.

There is nothing like watching the people around me kill themselves one by one without knowing why I am not controlled, when they die in front of me in various poses with weird twisted smiles on their faces, my brain It exploded.

I moved forward and walked forward, calming down, because death would meet me unexpectedly at any moment, but I was unwilling to give up this last chance to know the truth.

Indistinctly, a thick coffin quietly appeared in front of me.

In the blurred vision, the coffin was lifted by four pale hands, faintly suspended in mid-air.The fluorescence of the luminous pearl sticks softly and irresistibly to the peeling paint leather of the coffin. It is conceivable that those unknown debris fall from the cracks of the coffin, like stars in the dark night.

At this moment, I just want to see who is in it... a hero who has been swallowed up by history?beauty?Or the villain who occupies the magpie's nest?

Almost with the devotion of worship, I walked hard on the suddenly muddy floor. There was a depressing silence in the air, but the fragrance became stronger and stronger.

"You...?" I sat down on the ground, put my hands behind my back, and looked up at the "person" who suddenly opened the coffin lid and sat up.In the dim light, what I can see is a slightly thin profile, a straight nose bridge, a full forehead, and slightly long hair obediently attached to the forehead.

I have nothing to say and nothing to say, I don't even dare to imagine who this profile belongs to.

"Wu Xie." He turned his head a little stiffly to my direction and made a cold voice.

I'm not Wu Xie, I'm not Wu Xie, I'm not Wu Xie.I lowered my head weakly, there was some cold liquid crawling on my face, I did everything, but in the end I found out that all this so-called was just a hoax.

This one-man show is really overwhelming.

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