Wu Xie originally thought that this was an escape passage for the craftsmen, but the more he climbed, the more he felt something was wrong. After turning at least seven or eight corners, the three of them finally stopped.
Wu Xie sat on the ground and rubbed his knees and said with a rather complaining tone: "I originally thought this was an escape passage set aside by the craftsmen. But now it seems that I must have guessed wrong. No one would consider the escape passage It's built like a maze. This is not called escape, this is called breaking through."
The fat man took out two bags of compressed biscuits from his bag and threw them to Wu Xie and Zhang Haiyan and said, "No matter what they are, we still have to move forward. Fatty, I don't want to go back to feed the bugs."
Zhang Haiyan looked at the compressed biscuits in her hand and fell into deep thought.
While others are struggling with whether to love or not, I can only debate here whether to eat or not to eat...
The so-called dilemma is that if I eat, I will feel uncomfortable, and if I don’t eat, they will see me feeling uncomfortable... Someone will always feel uncomfortable, so...
Zhang Haiyan threw the pack of compressed biscuits to Wu Xie and said: "Let me waste it, you two can keep it and eat it. I will just go and eat a few dead people later."
Wu Xie's movement of stuffing biscuits into his mouth froze for a moment, then he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Haiyan: "You..."
Are you fucking eating dead people?
"I thought you were joking." Wu Xie really didn't believe that such a little girl really lived by eating dead people.
Even if it is eaten, shouldn’t it be an after-dinner snack or something?
Then what he and Fatty did before to stop her because they were afraid that she would die, wouldn't it mean that they were ruining people's jobs?
The fat man stared at Zhang Haiyan with a blank expression.
Who eats it? What dead person? What to eat to death?
Zhang Haiyan lowered her head and looked at her hands, her expression changed slightly and she said, "Do you know about corpse dog hanging?"
As soon as these words came out, Wu Xie immediately thought that his grandfather's notes actually recorded things about dog hangings, even in great detail.
Corpse Dog Diao is a cult organization among the Tufuzi. There is a saying that one of the seven souls is missing. On the surface, eating dead human flesh is to make up for the one soul that is missing. In fact, it is to cover up the smell of living people. , so as not to disturb the dead when robbing tombs. But this organization should be gone long ago.
Wu Xie frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Haiyan and asked, "Are you the one who hangs himself like a dog?"
Zhang Haiyan suddenly laughed: "No, I just asked casually."
After Zhang Haiyan finished speaking, she began to stare at the wall in a daze. Wu Xie felt that this expression was a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't this the expression that the stuffy oil bottle had when he was sitting in the car in a daze when he came with them?
In addition to their somewhat similar looks, Wu Xie felt that it was unlikely that the mengyou bottle belonged to her father. After all, the two seemed to be about the same age, but they should be her brother or close relative.
After a break, the three decided to move on. After turning a few more corners, Wu Xie suddenly found a very suspicious stone slab, and called them over to take a look. Zhang Haiyan went over to take a look, and sure enough, he saw that the connecting stone between the wall and the stone slab was very suspicious. It was the same as what they had seen before. The mechanism pressed is almost exactly the same.
Zhang Haiyan and Wu Xie looked at each other and saw something in each other's eyes.
Will it still fall down?
The fat man also squeezed over. When he saw the familiar mechanism, he raised his hand and rubbed the big bump on his head.
After thinking for a while, he took out the rope from his bag and handed it to Wu Xie and said, "Let's tie the rope around our waists and let her press the button while we hold her from behind."
After tying the rope, Fatty and Wu synergistically leaned against the wall, pushing their feet hard on the other wall to gain strength. After nodding towards Zhang Haiyan, Zhang Haiyan stepped on the mechanism and waited for the stone slab under her feet to fall.
The three people's attention was on their feet, so when the wall Wu Xie and Fatty were holding suddenly flipped over, the three of them were completely unprepared. Fatty and Wu Xie simply leaned over.
The rope around Zhang Haiyan's waist to prevent her from falling now became a trap for them to plot against her after they fell. They pulled her off guard, and the three of them fell directly into another passage.
Wu Xiehe and the fat man landed on the back of their heads. Fortunately, the distance was not too high. The fall wasn't too bad, but the fat man was carrying a new bag again, and it felt like there were two small pricks on the back of his head.
Zhang Haiyan faced down, knelt on the ground and knocked her forehead. She paid homage to all the rice dumplings in the tomb and wished them happiness in their later years.
Wu Xie got up from the ground and saw an oval-shaped red mark in the middle of Zhang Haiyan's forehead.
The corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and he swallowed back the smile that was on his lips.
"Damn it, if you go down and then back, there is definitely something wrong with the mind of the person who built this tomb."
The fat man stood up while cursing and saw the red mark on Zhang Haiyan's forehead and couldn't help but smile: "Hey, Master Erlang, your eyes are opened."
Zhang Haiyan covered her head and glanced at the back of the fat man's head and said in a fit of anger: "Fat Zha, quickly untie your Qiankun Circle from my waist."
Wu Xie couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This one, Erlang Zhenjun, and the fat Nezha, are they planning to perform on the list of gods?
"Why are you laughing? King Silver Horn, your horns are all crooked to the back of your head." After Zhang Haiyan said this, the fat man couldn't help but laugh, and pressed the back of Wu Xie's head.
"This little comrade's bag is quite round."
Wu Xie scolded them, turned on the miner's lamp and began to check the tomb passage where they were currently.
The fat man looked around and suddenly said: "This damn tomb is really a Western Zhou Dynasty. King Lu Shang played it very cleverly."
When Wu Xie heard this, he asked him what was going on.
The fat man touched his mouth: "Didn't I tell you the story before about King Lu Shang holding a ghost seal to summon the Yin soldiers? In fact, this King Lu Shang is also a reverse fighter like us."
"How do you know he is a reverse fighter?" Wu Xie asked.
"This is not simple. It is said that King Lu Shang rested during the day and marched at night. If you think about it again, in the places where he went in and out, there were many dilapidated tombs. If you ask about it, it is said that all the Yin soldiers are out, not his mother-in-law. , What is he doing in a place like that? Not to mention..." The fat man paused, pointed to the top of his head and continued: "The seven-star coffin above was originally used by tomb robbers."
"It stands to reason that King Lu Shang should be buried in one of the seven-star coffins above, but you also said that this is a Western Zhou tomb. Who would build his own tomb on top of someone else's tomb? Isn't this asking for annihilation of his descendants? ?" After Wu Xie finished speaking, he saw Zhang Haiyan and Fatty both looking like "Why didn't you understand?"
Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, thought about the fat man's words and suddenly said in shock: "You mean the seven-star coffins above are all fake? Is the real King Lu Shang actually buried here?"
