The phone must have been dropped not long ago. I picked it up and saw that it was stained with blood. I felt something was wrong: "It looks like there are more than just us here. It seems that someone is injured. This phone definitely didn't fall from the sky."
I opened the phone book and saw only a few numbers, all from abroad, and no other information. Uncle San said, "No matter what, we can't go find them, so we should hurry on." I looked around and saw no clues, so I had to open the road and continue walking. But seeing such a modern thing in the wilderness was a bit unbelievable, so I asked the old man, besides us, has anyone else entered the forest recently?
The old man chuckled and said, " Two weeks ago, there was a group of about 10 people, and they haven't come out yet. This place is very dangerous, grandpas, it's not too late for us to turn back now."
"Isn't it just a monster?" Da Kui said, "Let me tell you, our little grandfather, even a thousand-year-old zombie has to kowtow to him. With him here, no matter what monsters and demons there are, they are no problem, right?" He asked Men You Ping, but Men You Ping didn't react at all, as if he was nothing. Da Kui hit a snag and couldn't help but feel unhappy, but there was nothing he could do .
We walked until it was dark and finally arrived at our destination before 4pm.
We saw more than a dozen almost intact military tents. The quality of these tents was very good. Although they were now covered with rotten leaves, the inside was still very dry and clean. There were many daily necessities in the tents. We flipped through them casually and found a lot of scattered equipment, but no human bodies. The old man should have told me he was right.
We even found a generator and a few cans of gasoline. The engine was wrapped in oil, but most of the parts were rotten. Fat Kui tried to start it, but it didn't work at all. The gasoline was fine, though. I looked through it and found that all the labels were torn off, even the tents and their backpacks. I thought it was strange. It seemed that these people didn't want others to know where they came from.
We built a fire in the camp and had a simple dinner. The old man ate while looking around cautiously, fearing that the monster would suddenly rush out and hang him. The compressed food tasted really bad, and I almost drank a few sips of water.
Men You Ping was eating while looking at the map. He pointed to a place on the map where the fox monster face was drawn: "We must be here now."
We all gathered around, and he continued, "This is the place for sacrifices. Below is what should be the altar. The sacrifices buried with the dead may be underneath."
Uncle San squatted on the ground, picked up a handful of soil, put it under his nose and smelled it, shook his head, walked a few steps, picked up another handful, and said, "It's buried too deep, we need to dig a few more shovels to see."
We connected the threaded steel pipes and the shovel heads. Uncle San stepped on the ground with his feet to make a few marks, indicating that this was the position for the shovel. Da Kui first fixed the shovel head, and then used a short-handled hammer to start shoveling. Uncle San put one hand on the steel pipe to feel the situation below. When he had knocked on 13 sections in total, Uncle San suddenly said, "Got it!"
We pulled the shovel up section by section, and finally brought out a shovel of soil. Da Kui removed the shovel head and walked to the fire to show us. When my uncle and I saw it, our faces turned pale at the same time, and even Men Youping exclaimed. It turned out that the soil was like it had been soaked in blood, and was dripping with blood-like liquid.
Uncle San took it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned. My uncle and I had both read records about bloody corpses, but we couldn't accurately infer the specific situation from my grandfather's notes. However, since there was blood in the mud, the tomb underneath must be extraordinary.
I looked at Uncle San, wanting to see what he would decide. He thought for a moment, lit a cigarette, and said, "Whatever happens, let's dig it up first."
Pan Zi and Da Kui didn't stop. Da Kui shoveled a few more times and then handed the shovel heads to Uncle San. Uncle San smelled each shovel head and used a trowel to connect the shovel holes on the ground. I saw them busy positioning, and after a while, the general outline of the ancient tomb was drawn on the ground .
Exploring and locating the hole is the basic work of a tomb robber. Generally speaking, the tomb below will look like the surface above, and few tomb robbers will make a mistake. However, when I looked at the outline, I felt something was wrong. Most of the Warring States tombs do not have underground palaces, but this one clearly has one below, and it has a brick roof. It is really unusual.
The third uncle measured with his fingers and finally determined the location of the coffin. He said, "There is a brick roof below. My shovel can't penetrate it. I can only mark the approximate location based on experience. This underground palace is too strange. I don't know where the bricks are thin. I can only follow the experience of Song Dynasty tombs and try to get in from the back wall. If it doesn't work, I have to start over, so I have to be quick."
My uncle and his team had been digging tunnels for more than ten years. They were very fast. Three whirlwind shovels flew up and down, and they went down 7 to 8 meters in a short time. Because we were in the wilderness, there was no need to make soil. We just dumped the mud outside. After a while, Da Kui shouted from below: "Done!"
Da Kui had dug a large hole under the thief's hole and cleared out a large brick wall. We turned on the mining lamp and went down. Men Youping saw Da Kui knocking on the brick wall with his hands and quickly held him down. "Don't touch anything." Men Youping's eyes were extremely sharp, which scared Da Kui.
He stretched out two fingers, put them on the wall, and touched along the cracks of the bricks. After touching for a long time, he stopped and said, "There is an anti-theft mezzanine here. When moving, all the bricks must be taken out. You can't push it in, let alone smash it!"
Pan Zi touched the wall and said, "How is it possible? There is not even a crack. How is it possible to get these bricks out?"
Stiff and minding his own business, he touched a brick and suddenly pulled out the brick from the wall . The brick was so strong that he could pull out a brick from the wall with just two fingers. Knowing how much strength is required. These two fingers are really no small matter.
He carefully placed the bricks on the ground, pointed to the back of the bricks, and we saw a dark red wax wall behind it. He said, "This wall is full of alumic acid used in alchemy. If it is broken, these organic Strong acid will be poured on us in an instant, and our skin will be burned immediately."
I swallowed and suddenly thought of the skinless monster my grandfather saw. I was very shocked. Wasn't that a bloody corpse? But the great-great-grandfather who was doused with vitriol? Didn't those few shots from grandpa hit the great grandpa?
The stuffy oil bottle asked Pang Kui to dig a 5-meter vertical well below, and then took out an injection needle and a plastic tube from his bag. He connected the tube to the needle, and then put the other end into the deep hole. inside. Pan started a fire, heated the needle red, and carefully inserted the oil bottle into the wax wall. Immediately, the red vitriol flowed into the vertical well from the other end of the pipe.
Soon, the dark red wax wall turned to white, and it seemed that all the contents inside had been drained away. Mengyou Ping nodded and said, "Okay!" We immediately started moving bricks. Soon, a hole was made in the wall that could allow a person to pass through. The third uncle threw a fire folder into the hole, followed the light of the fire, and observed the environment inside.
We broke through the north side of the curtain and saw that there was a whole stone slab on the ground, which was engraved with ancient characters. The stone slabs were arranged in a pattern similar to the Eight Diagrams, with the larger ones on the outside and the smaller ones in the middle. The tomb was surrounded by eight eternal lamps, which of course had been extinguished. In the middle of the tomb stood a four-legged square tripod, and on the top of the tomb above the tripod were engraved the sun, moon and stars. On the south side of the tomb, facing us, stood a sarcophagus, and behind the sarcophagus was a walkway that seemed to lead downwards. I didn't know where it led to.
Uncle San stuck his head in and smelled it, then waved his hand, and we went in one after another.
Uncle San looked at the words on the ground and said to Men Youping, "Brother, take a look at these words and see if you can tell who is buried here."
Men Youping shook his head and said nothing.
We made several folded pieces and threw them into the eternal lamp, and the whole tomb was lit up. I remembered the last monster I saw in my grandfather's notes, and it seemed that my grandfather repeatedly mentioned the strange gurgling sound. My heart was creepy. At this time, Pan Zi actually climbed onto the tripod to see what was inside. Suddenly, he cheered, "Third Master, there is a treasure here!"
We all climbed up and saw a headless dried corpse in the cauldron. Its clothes had already rotted away. There were some jade jewelry on the corpse. Pan Zi was not polite and just took them off and put them in his hands.
"This should be the torso of the people left after the human sacrifice. They cut off the heads and offered sacrifices to the gods, and then put the bodies here to offer sacrifices to people. These should be prisoners of war. Slaves cannot have jewelry on their hands."
Pan Zi jumped into the cauldron to see what was underneath. It was too late for Menyouping to stop him. He looked back at the stone coffin, but luckily there was no reaction. Third Uncle yelled, "You kid, this cauldron is used for sacrifices. Do you want to be sacrificed?"
Pan Zi laughed, "Third Master, I'm not Da Kui, don't scare me." He took out a large jade bottle from inside, "Look, there are quite a lot of good things. Let's turn this tripod over and see what else is there?"
"Stop messing around and come out quickly!" said the Third Uncle. He saw that Monk Oil Bottle's face had turned pale and his eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus. He knew that something might have happened.
At this time, I heard a "cuckoo" sound. I turned my head and listened, and I couldn't help but feel a chill. The sound didn't come from the coffin, but from the oil bottle.
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