"Er Gou, you have done a great job. I didn't expect the tomb to be so big. There must be a lot of good things in it."
"Brother, I have inquired a long time ago. This place most likely belongs to the ancestor of the Zhao family. He is a prince, one person is worth more than ten thousand people. There must be a lot of good things in his tomb."
In the tomb, three men were looking around with flashlights.
This huge group of tombs are royal tombs left over thousands of years ago.
The Zhao Dynasty has long since disappeared in the long river of history. Most of the tombs have disappeared due to various reasons, leaving only this one, hidden among the green mountains and green waters.
The leader, a middle-aged man, has thin cheeks and a pair of squinty eyes, revealing his shrewdness and calculation.
His eyes were like torches and scanners, and he quickly made judgments about the tomb.
"Damn, someone was here before us!"
"Ah? Is there anything else?"
The little man next to him said excitedly.
"Not urgent……"
The middle-aged man walked to the wall. There were several holes on it. He touched it with his hand and pinched a handful of soil.
He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, gently rubbed it open with his fingers, smelled it again, and said:
"It's been a few years, probably over a hundred years. In other words, there may be something left, or there may be nothing left."
The fat black man on the side said:
"You're not talking nonsense! What should we do now?"
The middle-aged man dusted off his hands:
"What can we do? We're all here. Let's go in and take a look."
Relying on flashlights, the three of them slowly moved forward in the tomb passage.
The three of them are Tufuzi, also commonly known as tomb robbers, who specialize in some illegal activities.
Recently, they discovered this tomb group accidentally.
Judging from the vague tombstone outside, it is very likely that it is the famous idle prince in history, Zhao Linjiang.
It is said that this prince of the Zhao family can know the Five Elements and Bagua and tell fortunes at a young age. He is a genius in miscellaneous studies.
Relying on his royal brother's favor, he sealed a lot of land and became rich.
Unfortunately, he died of illness at a young age.
There is no historical record of where he was buried.
However, it was rumored that after his death, the emperor was so distraught that he had the most blessed sorcerer repair the tomb and adopt one of his sons to him, so he could have a descendant.
“Boss, what if this is not Prince Zhao’s tomb?”
The dwarf's words annoyed the middle-aged man, and he hit him on the head:
"You are stupid. Who could build such a big tomb in ancient times? Judging from the age, it is thousands of years old. The tomb that has not been discovered yet must be the tomb of Prince Zhao."
The little man covered his head:
"But so many colleagues have been here, what's left?"
The fat black man next to him said:
"Even if we don't have anything, we can still tell the Zhao family about the tomb, and maybe we can get some money."
The Zhao family is one of the richest people in the country. They claim to be descendants of the Zhao royal family, which has not been cut off for thousands of years.
And the first page of their family tree is this prince.
Strictly speaking, their ancestor was the adopted prince.
The other Zhao family members have all lost their bloodlines in history, and only this one has been passed down.
Moreover, good fortune continued, and in every dynasty, there were either famous generals or prime ministers.
In modern times, revolutionaries, scientists, artists, writers, diplomats... have also emerged in endlessly.
After multiplying to this day, it can be called a thousand-year-old clan.
If you really tell them about this, you can probably get a lot of money.
The little dwarf and the fat black man were daydreaming about their rich days, when the middle-aged man gave them a look:
"What do you want to say? What is his identity, and what is our identity? Once we appear on TV, we won't reveal all our secrets, and we'll be doing business for the police, right?"
Seeing the man say this, the two of them stopped thinking.
Let’s investigate honestly.
Not long after:
"Boss, what is this?"
The little dwarf's shout drew the eyes of both of them.
There is a nail in the wall.
The middle-aged man quickly shined his flashlight over.
The exposed part of the nail is about ten centimeters long, and the top seems to be golden.
Just as the little man was about to go up and pull it out, the man scolded:
"What are you doing? Don't touch it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dwarf had already pulled out the nail.
"Don't worry, it's been a thousand years."
They are also somewhat experienced tomb robbers, the dwarf concluded:
Even if there was a mechanism here, it would probably be completely useless with those holes just stolen.
Once the hole is opened and air enters, no mechanism can withstand the erosion of time.
As expected, he was not wrong in his bet.
The little man looked at the nails in his hands carefully, and then looked disappointed:
"It's a pity that silver and gold-plated things don't last long, only two or three hundred years. ...But no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat."
After saying that, he put the spike into his pocket.
The other two looked disdainful.
"Don't look down upon me, at least I didn't leave empty-handed."
It was just a small interlude, and the three of them continued walking deeper.
The central tomb not far away is actually a natural cave.
The tomb is surrounded by more than a dozen bronze palace lanterns.
Rows of boxes, neatly coded, present a Tai Chi and Bagua feeling.
A huge coffin stands in the middle, and the outside is painted with large paint.
The pure black lacquer surface is inlaid with mother-of-pearl. The mother-of-pearl is finely carved and decorated with twenty-eight constellations, stars all over the sky, and the true gods of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
Immortals guide the way and guide the souls of the dead.
On top of the coffin, there is a golden longevity quilt embroidered with ten thousand characters, and there are 108 thumb-sized sea pearls hanging on the left and right sides.
Every one of them is worth buying a second- or third-tier house.
Strangely, the coffin did not touch the ground, but was held up by two huge chains and hung in the air.
Not long after, a strange sound came from the empty main tomb chamber, click, click, click...
Again and again.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the two coffin boards, large and small, were blown away.
The priceless quilt fell to pieces along with it, and the pearls were scattered everywhere.
After the smoke and dust passed, a hand with distinct joints poked out.
"Hey."
With a crisp snap of his fingers, the surrounding bronze palace lanterns lit up.
The corpse in the coffin slowly sat upright:
"Where is this? 9527."
Song Heqing looked at the new surroundings and realized that this was a tomb.
9527:
"Dear host, welcome to the world of "Genius Physiologist". The original memory has been conveyed, and there are also plots related to the novel. Please check it out."
Song Heqing finally understood the world.
"Genius Fortune Teller" is a beautiful urban fantasy novel. It tells the story of the protagonist who was attacked by a lone evil star and killed his whole family. After being taken in by his master, he grew up in the countryside and learned various Taoist mystical arts.
During his childhood, Master was entrusted by someone to treat a young distinguished guest from the capital.
So Gong and Shou have known each other since childhood and can be regarded as close friends.
Later, after two years of getting along, Xiao Gong's illness was cured and the two separated.
It wasn't until his master died of old age and Xiao Shou was admitted to college that he went to the capital. He met Xiao Gong again, and the two started a relationship.
And Song Heqing's current identity is the final boss of this article, the Millennium Zombie King.
In other words, it is very likely that he will be killed by a combination of attack and reception in the future.
And the reason for this is because of his unsatisfactory descendants.
"Huh? Is there anyone?"
Only then did Song Heqing sense that someone had entered the tomb, and he was about to jump off the coffin.
At this moment, a vision occurred.
