The bodies were all wearing tattered armor, some were dried into mummies, and some were half-skeletal. These should be the Jurchen warriors of the time, who were hunted while exploring the way. But their weapons at the time were too simple, and we now have so many M16s and Type 56s with very strong firepower. Thinking of this, I felt a lot more at ease.
After entering the range of the corpse-hanging chains, I climbed down for nearly 50 meters. There were corpses everywhere, looking at me with their rotten and empty eyes, which really made me feel uncomfortable. The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy.
In order to prevent blind spots or dispel the fear, several people lit cold fireworks, and the brightness around reached an unprecedented intensity.
It was a bit surprising that no strange birds appeared, and I didn't feel the restlessness they had when flying in the air. It was surprisingly quiet all around.
The fat man pointed at the corpses hanging on one side and asked me softly: "They are all old corpses, there are no fresh ones. Could it be that this place has been abandoned?"
I shook my head and told him to stop talking. It was possible, but since the strange birds here could go out hunting, it meant there must be an exit nearby, and our hope was much greater.
Of course, it is also possible that they are not here temporarily, like a group of bats, all flew out of the cave at the same time to hunt. If so, we should pass this area quickly. So I greeted them and urged them to speed up.
At this time, Kirk and Pan Zi in front stopped, and Pan Zi turned around and waved for me to come over.
I asked the others to rest where they were, and I jumped a few times and climbed down a dozen or so poles. I came to Kirk's side and looked down. It turned out that his powerful flashlight could already illuminate the huge bottom of the rift. It looked like our Spider-Man career was about to end.
However, the flashlight's aperture was too divergent, and I couldn't see clearly what was underneath. After experiencing the strange names of ancient Chinese tombs, this German had obviously lost confidence in his own judgment, and he wanted me to look at everything before he could make a decision.
This underground rift is so large that using a flashlight to look at it is useless. You can only know that there is something underneath, but you can't see anything. Even using a night vision telescope, you can only see a blurry green image.
We still had a few flares left, and we wanted to save them, but we couldn't save them in this situation. I asked Fatty to think of a way to fire a flare in this environment and try to make the illumination last longer.
Aning and his team's flares are more advanced than ours. The fat guy is knowledgeable and knows how to use them, so he made an OK gesture.
He lit a glow stick, cut it with a knife, dotted the paint inside on the warhead of a flare, and then threw the flare into the abyss below. We saw a small fluorescent dot sliding down like a meteor, falling to the bottom of the rift, and it fell twice before stopping.
Then the fat man picked up his rifle and fired a three-point shot, hitting the bullet below. Immediately, the flare burned, and the entire valley was clearly illuminated.
They had indeed reached the bottom of the valley. The ground was covered with extremely uneven black volcanic rocks and corpses that had fallen from above. There was no telling how many layers of bones and black feces there were, which almost covered all the rocks. On the cliff on one side at the bottom of the rift, there was a huge double-sided bronze door.
I cannot describe the magnificence of this huge door. It is about 30 meters high and nearly 60 meters wide. Converted into a modern building with three-meter floors, the height of this door alone is as high as ten floors.
The entire facade looks like it was cast in one piece. It is definitely not a bronze product that could be cast by the ancients, and it is definitely not for human use, because such a door weighs tens of thousands of tons and is pressed on the rock. Who can open it?
Aning said, "This must be the underground giant gate that appeared in the legend of Dongxia. Every time the dynasty changed, they would use the skin of human sacrifices to seal the gate again. Guess... what's inside this place?"
I shook my head, my mind was elsewhere. Who on earth had built such a huge door? How did the Ten Thousand Slaves come out? Was he really a god, with the power to move 10,000 tons of boulders? I murmured, "Whatever is inside, we can't get in."
The same giant bronze artifacts. There are also giant bronze sacred trees that I saw in the deep mountains of Qinling Mountains, which are also buried deep at the bottom of the mountains. Are there any connections between these giant bronze artifacts that cannot be built by human power? Or are there other giant mountains, such as Kunlun and Himalayas, where there are similar things in their huge mountains?
I vaguely felt that I seemed to be approaching a huge ancient mystery, and an extremely insignificant sense of inferiority arose spontaneously. Compared with the ancient mysteries of these miracles, I was really insignificant, and I couldn't even see the slightest hope of knowing the truth.
The flares gradually went out, and the underground was shrouded in darkness again. But I still stayed there until Pan Zi patted me on the side and said, "Go down," and then I came to my senses.
We climbed down the chain one after another, and soon reached the bottom of the sub-valley, carefully stepping on the bones under our feet, and walked to the giant bronze door. Suddenly our feeling of insignificance became even stronger, and I almost had the urge to kneel down.
People of our generation all feel this way when they arrive here. It is not difficult to imagine how shocked the Eastern Xia warriors were when they brought Wang Zanghai here after all the hard work. The experience here is so unforgettable that I will risk my life to record everything here and convey it to future generations. I can even feel Wang Zanghai's pain, his fear that he originally thought he had understood the laws of the universe, but suddenly found that he didn't understand anything.
I was thinking wildly when the fat man interrupted my thinking.
He was shining a flashlight towards the center of the rift. The bottom of this underground rift was at least five or six hundred meters wide, and the gravel on the ground was like small hills. The fat man walked very far and saw that in the middle of the rift, a huge rock mountain was built into a platform, like a small pyramid. A long stone staircase was built on one side of the stone, and there was a small lamp on both sides of each step.
What caught the fat man's attention was the object placed on the stone platform. It was a huge white stone coffin as big as a sedan. Nine stone centipede dragons coiled around the bottom of the coffin, forming the image of a lotus. Four black stone men stood around it, facing the four directions and kneeling.
There is a large tripod for sacrificial offerings in front of the coffin, and a screen wall behind it. It is unclear what is carved on it. When you look down at these things from above, they look like ordinary stones and are not easy to see clearly, so I didn't see it just now.
I gasped, "Could this be... the Nine Dragons Coffin of the Ten Thousand Slaves? What the Wang Zang Hailongyu secret message said?"
The fat man said, "Absolutely. Didn't someone say that the coffin of King Wannu was guarded by nine dragons? Look, there are exactly nine centipedes under the coffin. I thought Chenpi Ah Si was just fooling us, but it turned out to be true!"
We had always thought that King Wannu only had a shadow coffin in the underground palace of the tomb, and that his body had been buried in the sky. We had long given up hope of finding the real king's coffin, but we didn't expect to find the real Nine Dragons Coffin here. We were all excited, and several of us ran over anxiously. Aning on the side hurriedly stopped them and shouted, "Don't go over there, it's dangerous!"
The people who were running over stopped immediately after hearing this. Aning shouted, "Didn't you see the centipede dragon under the coffin?"
The fat man said, "My dear, that's a stone sculpture. There's no danger at all. What the hell are you looking at?"
Ah Ning raised her eyebrows and said, "What the hell is that look in your eyes? I'm not talking about those stone sculptures. Look carefully at the edge of the stone platform!"
On the edge of the stone platform? I saw that Aning's expression was very serious, but I looked left and right on the edge of the stone platform and couldn't see anything. I didn't know what she was so nervous about, so I asked her to point it out to me.
Aning used a flashlight as a teaching stick and pointed at me. At first I still didn't find anything. When I was extremely puzzled, I suddenly found that the stone platform actually moved. I immediately found that there was a huge volcanic centipede coiled on the stone platform. It was five or six meters long. Because it was so big, and the color of its shell was almost the same as the color of the volcano, it was impossible to find such a thing lying on it at a glance. After discovering the first one, the second, third, fourth... a total of nine giant centipedes were counted for us, all coiled on the stone platform, like a relief on the stone, almost integrated with the stone platform.
Kowloon Carrying Corpses is truly worthy of the name Kowloon Carrying Corpses!
Aning said, "If you climb up the stone platform, you will be bitten in half before you know what is going on. The volcano centipede is a carnivorous insect, very ferocious and swift. People of our size are their favorite prey."
I have experienced a lot of weird things. If these centipedes were one meter long, I could still forgive them. After all, this is an underground rift in a volcano, and the environment and air composition are mostly different. They have been found in other places in the world. But this is the first time I have seen insects that are so large and beyond common sense. They are simply monsters mutated by radiation from an American horror movie.
A Chinese expert in Aning's team said to himself, "This is so strange. The lifespan of this kind of centipede is usually only two or three years. The insect should die when it is only as long as a finger. These ones can grow so big. Could it be that they have lived for thousands of years?"