Han Changmu looked up at the cliff in front of him, tightened the rope tied around his waist again, tightened the cold and slippery chain, stepped on the rugged cliff, and continued to walk towards the middle of the cliff step by step. Climb away.
Slowly, his whole body melted into the vast white clouds and mist, surrounded by rolling clouds and mist, which were either dark or light white. In the shallower places, faint sunshine and sparse greenery could be revealed, while in the deeper places, But it is a lonely and empty white.
Being in the clouds and mist, you can't see far away. You can only clearly see the cliffs close at hand, the brown rocks, the green grass and leaves swaying between the rocks, and the black and shiny cold hanging in front of you. Iron chains.
As he climbed down carefully, he carefully looked at the cliff in front of him.
The surrounding clouds and fog made it impossible to see how deep the cliff was. Although people have always been afraid of the unknown, there is a saying that the ignorant are fearless. Han Changmuquan believed that there was no danger in the unknown and unpredictable places.
He ignored the bottomless cliff at his feet and only looked at the jagged cliff in front of him.
This place is humid and extremely humid. The brown-yellow stones on the cliff are soaked by water vapor and the vegetation is very lush. However, perhaps because of the lack of sunlight all year round, most of the vegetation on the cliff is low and stubby. , the green is also lighter.
Han Changmu assessed the distance in his mind, and after climbing calmly to a place of more than two feet, he took out a stone from his waist and threw it against the cliff.
Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, there was a soft "click" sound under the feet.
Originally, the sound of the stone falling to the ground was very slight, but this place was completely silent, with no sound of wind or birds, and even the grass and trees were motionless, so the sound of the stone falling to the ground was particularly clear and audible.
Han Changmu felt relieved and continued to fall slowly.
After falling for only a moment, his feet firmly stepped on a protruding rock.
He stood on the rock, his hands still clutching the cold chains.
A faint breeze blew over the hem of his clothes.
He bent down and looked in the direction the wind was blowing.
The first thing you see is a dark cave half as tall as a man, and a rotten and damp smell hits your face.
Han Changmu lit a fire stick and threw it into the cave. The dim light of the fire stick illuminated the small cave.
Sure enough, as Du Feng said, the cave is not big and can only accommodate three people entering, and they can barely stand up straight.
There were some messy footprints printed at the entrance of the cave. The footprints were not big and they were all left by the same person. They seemed to match Du Feng's feet.
Han Changmu was completely relieved, loosened the chain and got into the cave, untied the rope around his waist, and pulled hard three times.
He sat at the entrance of the cave, and after a moment, the rope was quickly pulled up.
With a soft "pop" sound, Han Changmu lit a torch, and bright firelight instantly fell across the cave.
Every mountain, stone, soil and vegetation in the cave is clearly visible and has an unobstructed view.
The white clouds and mist covered the raised rock, rolling at the entrance of the cave, and rushing into the cave from time to time, forming a natural barrier.
Standing on the cliff, you can't see everything here.
In addition to the few messy footsteps at the entrance of the cave, there are also several piles of ashes left by the burning bonfires. The black ashes are covered with a thick layer of dust and soil, only sporadic blackness is exposed, but some people have briefly hidden in it. The traces of this are clearly exposed.
A tattered straw mat in the depths of the cave was torn to pieces, and the tattered coat full of oil and ashes on the edge was also torn apart inch by inch. The cotton wool was stained with moisture and was scattered in the mud. It looked dirty. It no longer looks like it originally did.
A few leftover pieces of sesame cake were wrapped in mud, with dark green moldy spots growing on them.
These traces are all new, and according to Du Feng, he was the first person to discover this place and come down. These are the things he had searched carefully before but found nothing.
Han Changmu held up a torch and illuminated the stone wall.
The stones on the stone wall and the cliff are all the same brown-yellow color, and there are no traces of artificial excavation in the cave. It should be naturally formed.
He patrolled the stone wall carefully, and suddenly his eyes shrank, and the firelight stopped on a stone.
The stone was carved with several crooked vertical lines, of different shades, thin and twisted, some longer, some shorter.
As he was watching, he heard a rustling sound behind him, and turned around to see Wang Xian landing on the rock with Du Feng on his back.
Wang Xian first tied the rope to a branch leaning out beside the cave, then untied Du Feng and spread it on the ground.
After doing all this, Wang Xian saw Han Changmu looking at the stone wall, walked over quickly, looked at the vertical lines, and asked carefully: "Sir, what is the code?"
Han Changmu shook his head in thought: "If my prediction is correct, this is not a code. It should be the eunuch hiding at this time to record the time."
"Record time?" Wang Xian was stunned for a moment.
"Yes," Han Changmu turned to look at the undulating clouds at the entrance of the cave: "There is no time in the mountains, and people stay there without hope. If they don't tell time, won't they go crazy?"
Wang Xian pursed his lips and imagined what it would be like if he were trapped here. His heart suddenly felt cold. He quickly shook his head and turned to look at other stone walls, hoping to find some clues as soon as possible. .
There is not much time left for them. If they find nothing this time, they will have no chance to come again in the future. They can only watch the Ming Emperor's treasure fall into the hands of others.
Wang Xian raised his hand and knocked on the stone wall repeatedly, and the muffled thumping sound was clear and silent.
Han Changmu said quietly: "Du Feng is a very cautious and thoughtful person. He even tore open the cotton clothes left by the eunuch and searched for them. How could it be possible that the stone wall had not been knocked inch by inch? Since he had knocked and returned empty-handed, then We don’t have to waste time on the stone wall.”
"Yes, sir." Wang Xian smiled sarcastically, retracted his hand, and stood with his hands tied at a loss.
If we are not allowed to knock on the wall, will we have to dig the ground?
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Han Changmu squatting down and looking at the mud on the ground seriously.
He was stunned for a moment. The superior officers were already squatting down. It would be really shameful for him to stand like this anymore.
With a "pop" sound, he simply sat down in the mud.
Standing is so tiring, squatting is even more tiring.
Han Changmu ignored Wang Xian, took out the short blade from his leather boots, and poked in the mud. The mud was not deep, but only a shallow layer of slime was spread on the rocks. I really don't know how the eunuch stayed there.
But in the moment of life and death, people cannot care about these things.
"Wang Xian, let's shovel all the mud as soon as possible and throw it outside." Han Changmu ordered, and then he shoveled up the mud in front of him very neatly and gathered it together.
Seeing the progress of the matter, Wang Xian also became energetic. He couldn't wait to see what magic there was in the place where Emperor Ming's treasure was hidden.
The two people moved quickly, and balls of mud passed through the clouds and mist, falling to the bottom of the cliff one after another, while the mud in the cave gradually disappeared silently and quickly.
Within a moment, an uneven ground covered with rocks was revealed. The cracks in the brown-yellow stones were filled with soil, and where the bonfire had burned, black traces of fire remained on the brown-yellow stones.
Han Changmu only glanced at the burnt black stone, and with a faint excitement in his slightly cold voice, he simply said: "Wang Xian, dig."
Wang Xian followed Han Changmu's gaze and looked over without saying anything. He neatly inserted the short blade into the gap in the stone, and then carefully pried it along the gap.
Those stones were deeply embedded in the soil, and were inlaid with each other. It seemed that they had used clever mortise and tenon techniques to pry open one of the gaps, while the other gap was blocked by other stones. It really feels like there is nowhere to focus.
Wang Xian tried several times and found that although the stones were loose, they could not be pried open smoothly. Seeing that the time was getting less and less, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted, and there was a fine ooze on his forehead. Drops of sweat fell into the cracks of the stone.
Han Changmu concentrated for a moment, then used a short blade to clean away the soil in the stone crevices, revealing a narrow gap, and then struck hard on the edges of several other stones.
The edge of the stone broke into several pieces in an instant, and the powder filled the newly cleaned gaps.
Upon seeing this, Wang Xian hurriedly cleaned up the gaps.
Just like this, one person knocked on the rocks, and the other cleaned the cracks, and soon he took out a stone crack as big as a fist.
Han Changmu and Wang Xian looked at each other and inserted the short blade deeply into the bottom of the stone.
It was only then that the two of them discovered that there was actually nothing underneath the heavy stone.
The two couldn't help but become ecstatic.
Insert two short blades under the stone and pry upwards with force. The cracks in the soil loosened, and the stone deeply embedded in the soil tilted up.
The two struck while the iron was hot and pried open several other black stones, revealing a hole the size of a head.
The hole is surrounded by hard boulders, and the depths of the hole are pitch black, making it unclear how deep and how big it is inside.
Han Changmu held up a torch and took a closer look, but still couldn't see clearly.
The stones around the hole are too big. If they were pried off piece by piece, Dou Weiqi's people would have arrived before they could be completely removed.
Wang Xian rubbed his hands and said, "Sir, please shine a light on it. I'm humble enough to reach out and dig it out."
As he spoke, Wang Xian lay on the ground, with his butt raised high and his head almost buried in the hole. He put one hand into the hole and touched it carefully.
Han Changmu held the torch and pressed it as close to the hole as possible. A large amount of firelight fell down, but it could only illuminate a corner, and the rest of the place was covered in dark shadows.
Wang Xian's hands were rummaging around in the hole in the dark. From the outside, the hole looked like it was only the size of a head, but inside it was larger than the hole. The stones were also extremely sharp, and his hand was covered with cuts.
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