The three of us were stunned. It took only about five minutes for us to go back and forth. No one could move all our equipment in such a short time. There was only one way from the ear chamber to the terracotta road. Where could these things be moved? The three of us looked at each other, and their faces were not good. This was really a wave of trouble. The fat man was also afraid at this time and said, "Is there more than one zongzi here?" I waved my hand. Now is not the time to discuss zongzi. We can still fight for this zongzi. Without diving equipment, how can we pass through the tens of meters long underwater tomb? This problem is very serious. If we are not careful, we will be trapped in this underwater tomb. I asked the fat man: "You are the last one to take off your equipment. Did you move it when you came to put it here?" The fat man said: "Of course not! These 8 cylinders are so heavy, I was full and moved them around." I thought so too. We were all there at that time. If someone moved these things, we would definitely know. And these things are really heavy. It is almost unrealistic to move them all at once. We were there for a while, and seeing that there was no way to do anything, Fatty suggested looking around, saying that even if there was a ghost moving things, there would definitely be some clues left behind. I thought so, so I ran to move the porcelain jars one by one to see if they were hidden behind them. This was actually a bit self-deception. If there was something in such a small place, it would be visible at a glance, but at that time we could only try our best. We looked very carefully, and it took five or six minutes. The more I looked, the more I felt something was wrong, and I didn't know where the problem was. I just felt that everything here was indescribably strange. Finally, Fatty found it, and he suddenly cursed: "Damn it! This is not the place we were just staying in!" I turned around and saw that his flashlight was shining in the corner. In my memory, there was nothing there, but now there was a stone pillar, one side embedded in the wall, and the other side exposed outside. There were many rare birds and animals carved on it. This was a completely different tomb structure from before. We immediately looked at the other three corners, and sure enough, there were the same changes in all four corners. I started sweating on my forehead. This was not only unreasonable, it was simply unbelievable. I looked at Monk Oil Bottle, and he nodded and said, "He's right, this seems to be another room. The baby coffin in the corner over there is gone, and the arrangement of the funerary objects is also very different. Moreover, look at the top--" I looked up and was shocked to see that the Yin-Yang star map on the relief of the top of the pagoda had turned into two giant snakes entwined with each other, coiling around the entire round beam. It was carved so vividly, as if they were about to pounce on me and bite me. I was horrified when I saw it, and hurriedly lowered my head and said, "What's going on? Did we enter the wrong door?" The fat man said, "How is it possible? It is obvious that there has been only one road to Huashan since ancient times, and this place is big. We went from here to that broken road, were shot into a hedgehog in the broken road, and ran back here, that's right! How could he even write my word Wang upside down in this way?" At this time, I realized that it was possible that we had also encountered what my third uncle encountered twenty years ago, but the current situation was a little different from what he described. I don't know what happened here. At that time, my uncle did not take off his diving equipment, so he was lucky enough to escape from the spring. When I came in, I knew that something like this might happen, but I didn't take any precautions at all. When I thought of this, I couldn't help but blame myself. Fatty was a little confused and asked me, "Aren't you from the Southern School very familiar with the mechanisms in ancient tombs? Have you seen such things before?" Of course I hadn't seen it before, and sighed, "There are no outsiders here, so I'll tell you the truth. This is my second time in the tomb. Let alone the clever stone mechanisms, I can't even name these bottles and jars properly, so don't count on me." Fatty didn't believe it and said, "Little comrade, don't scare me . I really hope you can figure out something." I smiled bitterly and didn't know how to answer him. I said to him, "The situation is so bizarre now. Even if I am really an expert in this, I probably can't do anything. Look at these few minutes. What kind of mechanism can change all the furnishings in a room and even the structure of the house? This is impossible. There must be other reasons." Menyouping nodded lightly to show his agreement. Fatty scratched his head and said, "If it's not a mechanism, what is it? Is it a spell?" When I heard him mention this, I suddenly remembered and said, "Well, this is also possible. I heard a story before. It said a tomb robber entered an ancient tomb and found it magnificent, like a palace. There was even a man drinking inside. When the man saw him coming, he not only invited him to drink, but also gave him a belt. He and the man drank several cups and then he fell drunk in the ancient tomb. When he woke up, he found himself lying next to a dilapidated coffin, and the belt was a snake. Isn't it a bit similar to our current situation?" The fat man said, "Like shit, at least he had wine to drink, and we only had water. How can we compare with him?" I agreed when I heard it. At this time, I was a little hesitant whether to tell them about my third uncle's matter. The main reason was that this matter had no beginning or end, and telling it might involve Monk Oil Bottle. I didn't know what his position was yet. If he said something wrong, it would cause more trouble. After thinking about it, I made up my mind to tell half and hide the other half. The fat man was still sighing there, so I asked them to sit down and told them some things about Third Uncle. The fat man kept interrupting me, and I couldn't go on, so I had to speak shorter and shorter. Finally, the fat man cursed, "You little bastard, you know so much but you didn't tell me. It's despicable. Look at you now, you're in a half-dead situation!" Monk Oil Bottle was listening intently, and at this time he grabbed me and asked, "What did Third Uncle say when he was unconscious? Say it again!" Seeing his serious expression, I stammered, "He, he said 'elevator'." Monk Oil Bottle said "oh", suddenly smiled, and said, "So that's what happened--"