If you look carefully, you can see that these people have ink rope files, planer scrapers, and even hammers for digging mountains and stones, and pen and ink palettes for depicting murals hanging on their waists.
It can be said that nearly 10,000 of the 72 lines of tomb repair craftsmen and 36 lines of officers and soldiers who participated in the construction of the mausoleum were almost all hung upside down here, and their bodies were made into wax corpses with secret medicine to protect them forever. Forget the River Nai.
Mr. Cat looked at the many corpses and sighed:
"Since ancient times, emperors' tombs have indeed sacrificed craftsmen. In the second period of the Qin Dynasty, Hu Hai killed 700,000 tomb-building craftsmen to protect the underground palace of the First Emperor from being discovered. Even though he was as kind as Emperor Wen of Han, slaves were buried after his death. From the Zhou Dynasty, emperors It has become a common practice for nobles to bury varying numbers of slaves after their death, but it is unheard of for me, old man, to bury young and innocent children."
"Firstly, there were too many children dying in ancient times. Killing children is not conducive to the prosperity of the country. Secondly, it is also because children are innocent. It is the cause and effect of adults. There is no need to implicate children. Even if it is a serious crime of beheading for rebellion, there is no need to kill the boss. Most of the young sons are just sent to the border or into the palace as slaves."
"Killing a craftsman is already a sin. If you kill his son again, wouldn't he be worse than a pig or a dog?"
Speaking of this, Mr. Mao's hands were so angry that his heart was trembling. He was an abandoned baby and almost froze to death. Naturally, he knew how difficult it was to feed a child. If Emperor Haidong Sheng killed slaves, it could be said that he followed the ancient system, but If he is the child of a craftsman, he is committing a crime.
"Besides, do these people want their children to be killed?"
Yue Guanchao asked everyone's doubts. How could these craftsmen bear to watch their children being killed, even if tiger poison does not eat seeds? If those children were not slaves, then their deaths would definitely add a layer of sadness.
Song Siyuan panted slightly and said slowly:
"I have also thought about this problem. Look at these craftsmen, their skin is still intact. If the slaves or craftsmen are not willing to be buried, most of them will be beaten to death. How can they take the secret medicine without being beaten? I think they must have reached some contract with the Bohai Royal Family."
"Maybe the content of the contract is related to their descendants. If they voluntarily become part of the tomb guarding formation, their descendants can survive."
"Of course, this is just what the Bohai royal family used to deceive them. Once all these craftsmen die, their children will also be made into inferi. But I don't know the purpose of this. If it is just to keep the secret of the mausoleum, just It was enough to kill the craftsmen as needed, but now we are also killing their children. Isn’t this unnecessary?”
Listening to Song Siyuan's analysis, Cat Master's eyes flashed with strange color:
"Hey, Emperor Haidong Sheng is from the Northern Clan after all. Even if there are evil customs, it is natural. Old man, I am also very confused. I can only take one step at a time before discussing."
Everyone knows that they currently have too little information. Most of the classics about Haidong Shengguo were burned a few generations ago. The only thing they know so far is that the burial pit in front of Da Yinzun's tomb is not just a simple burial, but there should be more. A more secret purpose.
They got up from the shore and slowly came to the Wangxiang Bridge. Yue Guanchao bent his bow and shot an arrow across the bridge deck. The arrow cut across the bricks and sparked a green flame, like a karmic fire from the underworld, making the entire bridge deck even more colorful. fear.
Wangxiang Bridge has the meaning of the bridge of life and death among the people. Seeing the green will-o'-the-wisps in front of them, these strong men did not dare to move forward without permission. They hesitated in place for a while, refusing to move forward.
"This...isn't this fire of karma? If you really walk past it, even your soul will be burned away."
"This will make it difficult for the brothers to leave."
"We shouldn't have come here. We've encountered so many evil things before we even entered the main tomb chamber. We don't know what we will encounter when we go in."
Such retreats gradually spread among the strong men. They had begun to think about quitting, and their complaints gradually boomed among the crowd.
"I feel that this thing is not karma fire, but phosphorus fire."
Song Siyuan carefully recalled the green fire she saw just now. Apart from the bright fire, there was no burning smell at all. If there was a flame burning at a close distance, there would be no smell at all.
"Let's go take a look."
The two men, Yue and Song, broke away from the team and walked towards the bridge. They picked up the dagger at hand and slashed at the masonry. As the blade passed over the bridge, the ghost fire sparkled again, burning more fiercely than last time.
Song Siyuan stared at the green fire burning on the bridge carefully, and finally put aside the suspicion in her eyes and thought clearly about the clues of the bridge:
"This is not karma fire, this is phosphorus fire, which is also commonly known as ghost fire among the people."
