Seeing nine huge centipedes coiled on the coffin platform at the bottom of the rift, although they were motionless, we still felt tremendous pressure. Our faces turned pale and we retreated while raising our weapons.
The Chinese expert said: "You don't have to be so nervous. It's winter now and the temperature here is still low. The centipedes are still hibernating. These giant insects won't wake up so easily."
Aning said: "It's not easy to wake up, but there is always a possibility of waking up. People like us are perfect hibernation snacks."
The fat man's murderous intent rose again, and he said, "No matter if it wakes up or not, I'm going to go over and shoot it in the head a few times. Even if it's ten times bigger, it will be dead instantly. Then we'll go see whether this immortal King of Ten Thousand Slaves who crawled out from the ground is a human or a monster."
Pan Zi waved his hand and said, "Absolutely not. Do you remember what Shun Zi said? The dead centipedes will wake up other hibernating companions. This rift runs through the entire Changbai Mountain Range. You know how many centipedes there are. Don't let any bigger ones come out to avenge their disciples."
I raised my night vision binoculars to take a closer look. Such a large centipede might be a fossil of an ancient insect. I just couldn't convince myself that it was alive. When I raised it to take a look, I saw that the relief carvings on the screen wall behind the coffin, which were originally unclear, turned out to be a lot of Jurchen characters. I was stunned and excited.
There are a lot of words on the relief of the screen wall. Where so many words gather together, there must be certain narrative content. Words rarely appear in the buildings built by Wang Zanghui, but there are so many of them here, which may very well be one of the most precious materials in the ancient tomb - the biography of the tomb owner.
I quickly pulled over the short man under Aning who could read Jurchen characters, handed him the telescope, and asked him to help me see what was written on it.
The little man took one look with a look of confusion on his face. He said that although these characters were very similar in shape to Jurchen characters, they were not Jurchen characters but another type of characters from the same language family. He didn't know what they were for a while.
I was immediately discouraged again, cursing in my heart that this King Wannu was too cunning and didn't leave me any loopholes.
It's no wonder that even someone as scheming as Wang Canghai, who has been here for twenty years and directly participated in the transformation of the ancient imperial tomb, cannot find the core of the secret that the Wannu Dynasty wants to hide. The Wannu King has set an insurmountable obstacle for him, not to mention those of us who act based on guesswork.
It's a pity that Monk Hua is not here. He has been immersed in this for many years and has thinking habits that others do not have. If he were here, he might be able to say something about it.
But then I thought about it and felt that something was not right. If Monk Hua was also here, the complexity of the situation would be beyond my control.
One thought came to me now, and then another, and I had no idea what was going on in my mind. At the same time, I heard Pan Zi calling out, "Fatty? Can you do it? Or should we change someone?" There was no trace of Yunshen.
What I hated most was hearing Pan Zi calling Fatty's name. My heart skipped a beat and I looked up, only to see Fatty and Kirk had climbed up a chain and walked carefully to the top of the coffin. Fatty was tying a rope around his waist, probably wanting to hang from the chain like Tom Cruise and hang above the coffin. And the others didn't stop him and were indicating Fatty's position.
I asked Aning what was going on. Were these people going to watch Kowloon Opera Fat Pearl?
Aning said, "It's okay. Generally speaking, this method won't disturb the hibernating centipedes. I just found that the centipedes' tails were locked to the stone piles under the stone platform with bronze chains. Their range of movement is limited, and only people who approach on foot are in danger. They all came here to see what's in King Wannu's coffin. Now that they have found the coffin, they can't look at it. No one can resist."
I said that even if the fat man could hang down, he couldn't open the stone lid of such a huge coffin, and you were just watching him make a fool of himself. Aning said: "He didn't open the coffin lid, he stuck the coffin opening hook into the gap of the coffin, and we hung a pulley on a bronze chain above, and then we lifted the coffin lid here."
I felt very uncomfortable. Aning was still fulfilling her company's work obligations, looking for something in the coffin. Even at this point, she still didn't give up. Although I don't know what she is looking for, I don't think there is any reason for someone to feel that something is more important than their own life. And there are so many bronze chains on the coffin bed. Wang Canghai must have thought of their tricks when he designed it. There must be something strange that made him think that there is no need to guard against it. The fat man foolishly took the lead, and he must have thought that the first person to open the coffin could get some benefits. I must stop him.
No one knew what happened to Kirk. The fat man was adjusting his bungee jumping position. When he saw Kirk jumping faster than him, he was stunned and at a loss. Then suddenly he also flew up, circling in the air with his hands and feet dancing for a while, and then fell straight down. Fortunately, he had a rope around his waist. When his head was about to hit the coffin, the rope straightened and stopped, and Kirk's body was under his head.
I almost fainted from fright. This scene was so weird. Could there be something on the chain that pushed them off?
Thinking of this, I hurriedly shouted to Pan Zi who was stunned: "Flare! Everyone fuck this guy!"
Everyone reacted immediately, and we had no time to take care of Fatty. Pan Zi fired a flare into the air and exploded. Suddenly we saw countless shadows hovering above our heads, and several of them had hung upside down on the chains, looking curiously at us strange things that broke into the lair.
It turned out that it was that kind of strange bird that had started to return to its nest silently at some point. I even saw some of the strange birds flying in the sky holding something, obviously they had found prey. I raise my hand and tell those who are almost ready to stop shooting.
These strange birds were half blind and could not see us in such strong light, but they were very sensitive to sound. It was only when we fired a shot in the front hall that a large number of strange birds flew in from all directions. Obviously, these creatures living in the underground crater without any light have long adapted to life in the dark.
However, even though I said don't shoot, don't shoot, someone still fired. And it wasn't just one shot, but a series of shots. The gunshots were extremely loud at the bottom of the empty rift valley, echoing through the sky. There was a sudden chaos in the sky, and countless shadows circled and began to swoop down.
I turned around angrily to see which bastard disobeyed orders, but I saw the fat man on the stone platform trying to climb up the rope. Kirk's M16 was taken away by him, and he was now firing at the coffin below.
I looked carefully and found that the huge coffin of King Wannu had opened a crack at some point, and three purple-blue things resembling arms (note, three arms) stretched out from the coffin. Their extremely long nails were moving in the air, trying to grab the fat man above.