Compared to the robber's cave we dug, the corridor of the tomb itself is much wider. When you suddenly get into the robber's cave, you will feel like you are suddenly enlightened.

Even though it has been drying for a long time, you can still smell the pungent smell of burning sulfur in the air.

The ground was densely covered with dead bodies. Without exception, they were all Maha corpses covered in oil. Brother Yaozi stood in front, and the light of the flashlight in his hand shone everywhere. Wherever he passed, the ground was oily, and the corpses were actually reflecting light. Occasionally,

It can be seen that some giant centipedes did not escape. They stuck to the grease of the dead bodies, twitched by the sulfur poison, and looked like they would not survive...

"So many dead people!"

Lao Bai secretly gasped, and after roughly counting the numbers, he said, "I'm afraid there are hundreds of people at this glance, right?"

"Are these craftsmen?"

Zhang Xinya frowned and muttered to herself.

Judging from experience, there is not much problem with her judgment. Generally speaking, the identity of the dead in the tomb can be inferred from the position of the corpse. Nine out of ten people in the grave are prisoners of war, slaves and servants.

Those lying in the corridor are probably the craftsmen sealed in the tombs.

But there are no absolutes. An elder of my family once saw an unlucky craftsman who was sealed in a tomb. He knew that he was bound to die, so he turned around and went to the main tomb chamber, pulled out the owner of the tomb, and lay down to occupy the magpie's nest.

Not only that, even the concubines buried with the owner of the tomb were not recovered. They were all pulled out of the coffin. The craftsman was lying in the coffin hugging him from left to right. Things that he could not enjoy during his lifetime were all occupied after his death.

Already.

I shook my head and walked forward through the gaps between the corpses. I lowered my head and observed the corpses crawling under my feet.

The signs of death were different, but none of them were peaceful. It was vaguely visible that fear, anger and other emotions remained on the faces of these corpses. The clothes on most of them had been oxidized into a layer of black paper ash.

Things are attached to the flesh, but there are exceptions. There is a piece of clothing underneath that is relatively well preserved, with a faint gray color visible. It is the typical short shirt worn by farmers in the Ming Dynasty, with a cloth towel wrapped around the head.

At first glance, this image is indeed dressed as a craftsman.

In the gaps between the dead bodies, you can occasionally see some gold and silver with black rust, and even some jewelry.

The ground is paved with gold and silver, and dead bodies are piled up.

This is the scene in the corridor.

Lao Bai looked at those gold and silver artifacts with envy. Seeing that those things were sealed with thick yellow corpse oil, he shook his head in distress.

The four to five mile long corridor is just the tip of the iceberg at the moment. I am not in a hurry to express my opinion. I just silently wake up the Tianguan Blade and move forward with the sword in hand.

Once the number of people exceeds 10,000, it is boundless, even hundreds of people, lying in the corridor three to four meters wide, spreading out for two to three hundred meters.

After stepping over these corpses, the front was finally clear. Occasionally, one or two iron bars could be seen stuck in the ground. Brother Yao Zi put on his gloves and pulled them out. Only then could he faintly see that these were swords, but they were too corroded.

, the handle is gone, and it’s black, no different from a fire stick.

"Not a craftsman!"

At this point, I finally had a clear outline in my mind, and sighed: "As for the identity of the tomb owner, my guess is correct. He should be a leader of the 13 families and 72 battalions of the popular rebellion in the late Ming Dynasty.

, these people who died here... most of them are his men. They hold swords in their hands, but they are dressed in all kinds of clothes. They don't even have a decent armor. They look like white bodies. Apart from the people's revolution team, I can't think of anyone else.

The domestic army will be so urinary.

I'm afraid this tomb was not built by any craftsman. The previous civil uprising team was almost like a bandit den. They couldn't survive anymore. Everyone joined together to rebel against his mother. Everywhere they passed was like a locust crossing the border. It didn't matter whether they were nobles or common people. First of all,

Let's hold on and grab it. If everything goes smoothly, we can go all the way to the capital to change the dynasty. If it doesn't go well and the leader is killed, then we can build a tomb to bury the leader first. It will be considered a sign of righteousness, and then we can divide the money.

Silver, everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother!"

Brother Yaozi nodded: "It seems that's what happened. However, after the rebel army buried their leader, they didn't know what they encountered. They threw away their weapons and fled away desperately. Most of them

I’ve told you here, but I think someone still escaped. The gold and silver in the river channel were left behind by these people in their haste, and the entrance to the corridor must have been secretly sealed by these people afterwards!"

"It's not about fighting each other for gold and silver..."

I added: "Maybe something strange happened during the excavation of the tomb. Either the dead jumped out, or... maybe something extraordinary was unearthed!

I prefer the latter.

Since ancient times, masters have been among the people, and 80% of the people's revolution teams have masters. The tombs should be designed by this person. This kind of person knows Yin and Yang, and it is not a problem to bury a dead person. Even if the dead person is not peaceful, at least he can definitely press the coffin when it is just built.

It's tenable and nothing big can go wrong.

Eighty percent, they just dug up something remarkable.

The corridor is four to five miles long, and it is in a place with a complex climate like Hecha Mountain, hey...

Moreover, haven’t you noticed, there are Maha corpses here!

The cause of the Maha corpse is very complicated, and it has something to do with temperature control. The probability of its appearance is very low. Even in the same environment, it is difficult for two Maha corpses to appear at the same time. Because the temperature and moisture are slightly wrong, the formation of

It may be a mummy or a wet corpse. Isn't it strange that hundreds of them suddenly appeared here?"

What exactly is there underground?

It is currently completely unknown to humans. Even though science has made countless speculations, they are all just speculations.

I only know that there is an ancestral motto in the ritual officer profession. In places where the climate is complex and changeable, shovels are not used. This shoveling is not to rob tombs. The reason is very simple. It is very easy to dig up something that will kill people in such a place.

thing.

Brother Yaozi and I talked to each other, followed these clues, and in just a few words, we made inferences about what happened here.

Lao Bai was a little timid: "Then shall we continue to move forward?"

The implication is that hundreds of people have given their orders, how can these five or six of us be useful?

"This is the only road, you have to walk if you don't want to!"

I sighed: "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, unless there is one male and one female. If there are two males, then neither one can defeat the other."

The real master and this thing are staying in the same nest. If they are too different from each other, one of them will definitely be broken.

It can be seen that this thing has either been killed, or it is similar to the real owner, not as fierce as imagined, and four hundred years have passed, so I can’t say anything for sure, let’s go and see!”

When Lao Bai thought about Bai Lin, he said nothing.

The group of people moved forward in silence, but after seeing the dead body that looked like it was paving the road, everyone became more vigilant.

After traveling for more than a mile, the unchanging winding corridor finally came to an end. The front suddenly became clear, and the faint sound of "gurgling" water could be heard.

"Have you come to the Peach Blossom Land?"

Lao Bai smiled, but he was obviously much more cautious. He bowed his body slightly and shined the flashlight forward. He saw numerous stalagmites in front of him, which turned out to be a small underground cave. It seemed to be naturally formed.

The sudden change of terrain made us nervous.

"I'll go take a look first!"

Brother Yaozi grabbed Lao Bai and dragged him behind him, obviously worried that his grandson would be careless and bad-tempered.

He took out his short knife and pressed forward step by step.

I followed closely behind, shining the flashlight in all directions.

Suddenly, a flash of silver flashed past.

That silver seal is at the entrance of the corridor!

"Be careful, be careful!!"

I immediately spoke up to remind you!

Brother Yaozi had already reached the entrance of the corridor. Hearing this, he stopped, turned around and asked me, "What's wrong?"

At the moment when he turned his head, his face rubbed against the silver light, and then... a wisp of blood slowly dripped from his brow...
Chapter completed!