When working on the pointed hammer, the Sun brothers worked non-stop. The texture of the bluestone is not very hard. It took a few people to work together in one day, but it took a few hours in total.
After punching out the groove for the bull nose, follow the same method as before, attach the crutch needle and put the rope on it.
"As soon as I shouted, I tried my best. This thing is much smaller and should be able to be done in one go." Sun Laosan took the lead in pulling up the rope, and the three of us followed closely and picked up the rope.
Taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice.
"three two."
"one!"
The rope was straightened instantly, and the direction of our force was to the left.
"There was a boom," there was a loud sound as the rocks inside fell to the ground.
Sun Laosan's prediction was correct. With the first experience, we found the right method this time and succeeded the first time.
Following the principle of caution first, Sun Laosan first lit a white candle in the crack of the door to test the oxygen content of the space inside.
The candle stood on the ground, and the flame burned brightly and dimly. No wind was felt, but the flame of the candle fell to one side.
"No problem, third brother." I asked quietly.
He waved his hand, indicating that he would observe for two more minutes.
After a few minutes, the candle burned as before and did not suddenly become smaller, which showed that the oxygen content inside was fairly stable.
"Watch your step," he told us, and we worked together to push open the two stone doors.
The temperature inside the second door is very low. People can feel it as soon as they come in. Even though they are wearing thick clothes, they still feel cold. The white breath of people's breath is very obvious.
"Huh...it's so cold, Third Brother. The temperature outside here must be more than ten degrees different," a mole kept rubbing his hands.
Sun Laosan also felt strange and heard him say: "The temperature here in Moth Mountain is quite constant. I didn't expect it to be so strange here. I can't understand it."
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. None of us are geologists. Let's explore the path first," Boss Sun expressed his opinion.
"Big brother and third brother, look up quickly." I was flashing the flashlight randomly, and I suddenly discovered something.
There are still many brightly colored murals left in the southwest corner of the stone wall.
"The mural...this...this doesn't seem to be a Western Zhou style mural." Sun Laosan raised his head and illuminated the mural with a flashlight, his expression in disbelief.
"Not the Western Zhou Dynasty? What do you mean?" I read it again.
On the stone walls, the overall color of these murals is mainly black and red, and there are many of them. They are almost everywhere illuminated by flashlights, not counting the unseen places.
The themes of the murals are very complex and strange.
There are men in ancient costumes and hats, women with topless breasts, and children tied head down to the wood. There is a pure white coffin in the center of this pattern, and there are many people in ragged clothes around it. Kneeling on the ground, it looked like he was worshiping the white coffin. The whole mural style is a bit like a cult.
The reason why Sun Laosan took one look and said that the mural might not be from the Western Zhou Dynasty was because of the mineral pigments in the mural itself. According to common sense, this kind of mineral red did not appear in the early Western Zhou Dynasty. This kind of mineral red became popular later. The Chu land of the Warring States Period.
Tombs from the Western Zhou Dynasty are not murals from the Western Zhou Dynasty... This point makes no sense whatsoever. Also, whose white coffin is on the mural?
So far, no decent burial objects have been seen. Yao Yumen concluded that this was a national-level underground palace with a higher standard than Mawangdui. She also speculated that there were untouchable national-level cultural relics inside.
But... where is the thing?
"Come on, Third Brother!" A mole suddenly shouted.
Several people rushed over to take a look.
I saw another strange mural in the northwest corner of the stone wall...
After seeing the content on the mural clearly, everyone's faces, including mine, suddenly turned pale!
What I see is.
There are three men and one woman in the mural with some peeling paint. The mural is lifelike. The two men are in their forties, the woman is in her thirties, and the last man is obviously much younger.
In the mural, these modern people are holding flashlights, gathered together, and shining on a white coffin!
I glanced behind me in horror. There was nothing behind me, and there was no white coffin...
The four people on this mural are clearly our group...
"Third... Third brother," my voice trembled as I spoke.
"Pa!" Sun Laosan suddenly slapped himself hard.
"Impossible, impossible, I must be dazzled," he turned to look at a mole with a pale face, "Xiao Hong, what did you see?"
A mole trembled and said: "I...I saw four of us, and...there was also a monster with horns on its head."
"A monster with horns on its head?" I rubbed my eyes hard, "No, there's no monster with horns on its head? What I clearly saw was a white coffin!"
Sun Laosan took a deep breath and said: "What I saw was the four of us surrounding two poisonous snakes entangled with each other."
Boss Sun also shook his head, "I am different from yours. What I saw was a child squatting on the ground and crying."
After saying this, several people looked at each other, and they all saw incredulity in each other's eyes.
A weird mural.
Four people looked at it at the same time and saw four different patterns...
What I saw was a coffin, a mole saw a monster with horns on its head, what Sun Lao San saw was two venomous snakes intertwined, and what Sun Lao San saw was a child with his head buried in tears.
Sun Laosan had seen many evil things before, but the four sceneries in front of him were obviously beyond his knowledge.
At the moment, the only reasonable explanation we can get is hallucination. We may be hallucinating at the same time.
"This is not right, please sit down and don't leave yet," Sun Laosan asked us to sit down where we were.
After thinking for a few minutes, Sun Laosan took out a small round iron box from his backpack. The iron box was not big and made of old white copper. There was no pattern or trademark on it.
He unscrewed the iron box and carefully poured out a little yellow powder into the palm of his hand.
This yellow powder has a pungent smell, with a taste of realgar, but the smell is stronger than realgar.
Sun Laosan asked us to stretch out our right hands, and he poured a little bit into our palms.
Raising his hand to the tip of his nose, Sun Laosan said: "Take a breath and breathe it in through your nose."
He took the lead.
"Ah sneeze!"
"Damn, that's so exciting," he sniffed twice in a row and shook his head vigorously.
The moment I smoked this thing, I felt my head suddenly go cold. This thing is very refreshing, much stronger than refreshing oil toilet water and the like, and it is not on the same level at all.
After inhaling this yellow powder, several people took a closer look.
There are no more crying children on the murals, no more monsters and poisonous snakes with horns on their heads. Now, the patterns we see are all the same.
On the murals, there are only some ancient people dressed in unusual costumes, and there are no animals or coffins.
"Damn, luckily I was more cautious before coming here and bought some soul-awakening potion from the Taoist Master."
After Sun Laosan finished cursing, he straightened up and turned to look at the place he had just passed.
"The fragrance of Nan is the fragrance of Nan just now. This is also an ancient method to prevent tomb robberies. It was prepared by the witchcraft and alchemists at that time."
"The group of people from the south who came in must have had the same hallucinations as us, which led to them killing each other."
"Fortunately, I was well prepared and we found out early."
After finishing speaking, Sun Laosan looked up at the murals.
"Five minutes later, we would have died without knowing how."
"This is murder through borrowing money."
