This scene made me feel terrified.
I cast my horrified eyes on Lao Jiang: "Is this tomb haunted? Why do all the people who go in have broken arms?"
Lao Jiang smiled and told me that this should be a long and narrow tomb passage. The Western Zhou Dynasty was made of natural basalt. The tools of the tomb robbers could not widen it at all, so only one person could go down at a time.
I thought to myself, this has nothing to do with the broken arm?
Lao Jiang told me not to worry. According to his guess, there was a door at the end of the tomb passage. The door was equipped with a mechanical lock called the 'Zi Mu Yin Yang Yue'.
Every time you open the door, you have to put your hand into the hidden hole in the door. If you open it wrongly, you will suffer the pain of breaking your arm.
This is the masterpiece of the masters of the organs of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, so the tomb inside is most likely the tomb of the Later Tang Dynasty. He told me to go through the organs of the Tang Dynasty in my mind before entering later.
I couldn't help but secretly praise Lao Jiang's vicious eyes!
People outside the tomb can actually see through the entire tomb with just one clue! ! !
Wait, what did his last sentence mean?
How could he enter the tomb when he was surrounded by murderous tomb thieves?
Lao Jiang seemed to see the confusion in my eyes and waved his hand: "Of course I'll be the first to go in."
After saying that, he turned out of our hiding place with a smile.
"who?"
This group of tomb robbers was extremely vigilant. When they saw someone nearby, they were instantly trembling after they had been quarreling just now. In an instant, Xi Wu put a sharp scimitar on Lao Jiang's neck.
"Little brother in the back, come out too."
The leader of the tomb robbers opened his head wide and suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it in my direction.
I could only raise my hands and walk out timidly.
I cursed in my heart: Old Jiang, Old Jiang, you have hurt me...
Zhang Da ordered people to tie us up, and then he started to question us.
Ask us which road we are on? Why come to Xiushui Village? Why did you find this place.
Lao Jiang didn't bother to answer a word. He just asked Zhang to look at his watch. What time is it now?
Zhang Da opened his pocket watch and said, "Six o'clock in the evening."
Lao Jiang nodded: "Then you still have two hours before death. Let's watch the sunset again. This may be the last time you watch the sunset in your life..."
"What do you mean?"
Even I can't stand Lao Jiang's arrogant tone, let alone his arrogance.
But when the big head clicked, he put the gun against my forehead: "If you can't explain why today, I will shoot your son first!"
At this moment, I can't even cry anymore.
This old guy provokes you, why are you killing me? I'm really not his son.
"It will be dark in another hour, and the blood evil will return to its nest to suck up the moonlight. Do you think you can deal with the blood evil with your little skills?" Lao Jiang said.
"Blood... blood evil?"
Zhang Da raised his head and swallowed: "Don't lie to me."
"The river of blood is flowing to the sky, and no chicken or dog is left behind. If you have never heard this sentence, you are not worthy of being the head of the Jin Gang who controls the world of tomb robbers."
"How do you know my name is Zhang Yilong?" Zhang Dabaotou's expression changed drastically.
"I also know who cut off one of the fingers on your right hand. There are no treasures in this tomb, only a blood evil that is about to become a raging beast. Take your wounded and leave quickly while there is still time!"
As Lao Jiang said this, he showed the black short knife at his waist.
"You are Qilin, Black Saber Qilin!" His wide-open pupils shrank sharply.
"Well, if it were later, she would probably be angry."
Lao Jiang moved his chin, his face always smiling.
At this time, the tomb robbers and I realized belatedly that a murderous woman in black was standing on the bloody hole behind us.
The woman was holding a sword, its hem fluttering in the wind, as beautiful as the splashes of ink painted by a painter.
Because she was wearing a black veil, her face could not be seen clearly. But her eyes were as cold as frozen soil that had not melted for thousands of years, and she also had a black short knife stuck in her waist.
Obviously, she is another black sword unicorn who came to join Lao Jiang!
I don’t know why, but when Zhang Dadaotou saw this woman, he was more scared than when he saw the Lord of Hell.
He quickly took off the ropes on Lao Jiang and I, hugged our fists, and then led a dozen tomb robbers and carried the wounded down the mountain in despair, without daring to say a word from the beginning to the end.
"Ximei, you are here."
Lao Jiang grinned and flattered the woman in black: "I'll be relieved if you come."
"snort!"
Unexpectedly, the woman in black just snorted coldly, and then looked at me: "Is this your new apprentice?"
"Yes, yes." Lao Jiang said flatteringly.
"More reliable than you."
The woman in black gave Lao Jiang an angry look: "I'm a big man now, but I still do things the same as when I was young, without any sense of propriety."
Through conversation, I learned that the woman in black was the second-ranked black sword unicorn named He Lanxue.
The sword in her hand is called "Yehuo" and is the nemesis of all zombies in the world. She cut off Zhang Da's broken thumb.
He Lanxue is actually only a few years younger than Lao Jiang, but she seems to be very good at taking care of herself. Regardless of his fair skin and delicate facial features, he does not look like a middle-aged person, and he has a coldness about him.
Just like her name: the cold white snow on Helan Mountain.
And for some reason, no matter what she said, Lao Jiang would just rub the back of her head, like a mouse meeting a cat.
While He Lanxue entered the bloody hole first, I quietly poked Lao Jiang from behind and asked, "Do you like her?"
As a result, Lao Jiang covered my mouth and almost suffocated me to death.
"Little bastard, you don't want to live anymore."
Lao Jiang said in horror: "There was a guy in Qilin who just said that Ximei was his type, and he was stabbed into the hospital with a sword."
I quickly shut up, but I was still sure that Lao Jiang was interested in He Lanxue. If he liked someone, the way he looked at her would be different!
When He Lanxue was urging us from the front, Lao Jiang and I turned on the flashlights and followed.
The three of us stepped into the thick blood and entered the cave.
The whole blood cave was pitch black, and from time to time there was a strange wind blowing over, which made me shiver uncontrollably.
With the faint light of the flashlight, I saw all kinds of horrible little people carved in the tomb passage, all of them with angry eyes and bared teeth, which was extremely horrifying.
This is different from any ancient tomb I have ever seen!
Generally speaking, ancient tombs are very particular about: if you die as you live, you will be blessed with good fortune for your descendants.
The tomb passages are also marked with the first stroke of the pen, so that the soul of the tomb owner can ascend to heaven.
But this tomb has twists and turns, and is carved with so many unknown villains. It is more like some kind of mysterious sacrifice, or suppression...
And just as Lao Jiang expected, there is a copper door at the end of the tomb passage. On the door is a tomb-suppressing beast that I have never seen before, with a green face and fangs. It is indescribably ferocious and terrifying! There was a constant ticking sound from inside the door. There were only two holes outside the door, just big enough for one person to reach in and unlock the door.
The two holes were terrible to look at, they were spattered with blood, and underneath there were a row of severed limbs that had not been taken away.
Just when I am in trouble, how should I open the door?
He Lanxue stepped aside, and Lao Jiang put his hand in with a smile.
"Old ginger!"
I shouted anxiously.
Lao Jiang calmly turned around and said, "Don't worry, there is no lock in the world that I can't open."
But my heart is still like fifteen buckets.
The strange thing is that when Old Jiang's two arms were fully inserted, the mechanism blade did not fall. Instead, as Old Jiang fiddled with it, the sound of the mechanism inside the door became faster and faster.
Suddenly, there was a clang sound, like a knife falling rapidly.
"Hurry up!" I yelled.
But Lao Jiang remained unmoved. To my surprise, the knife stopped when it was still a few centimeters away from Lao Jiang's arms.
Then the tomb door slowly opened in front of us, revealing a long-lost light!
It turns out that there are a row of statues of palace maids holding lanterns standing in the tomb, and the light comes from the ever-burning lanterns.
Lao Jiang patted the dust on his sleeves and signaled that we could go in, and I admired Lao Jiang even more! To what extent does a person have to control the organization to be like him?
He Lanxue saw my surprise and said, "You can learn all his skills from now on."
I nodded, and then pointed forward with dumbfounded eyes: "This... what kind of tomb is this?"
In the main tomb in front of us, the Western Zhou Dynasty is full of colorful murals painted with cinnabar, stone green, and blue malachite. They seem to describe the whole process of a general who fought on the battlefield, was a highly respected minister, and died of illness before being buried. It is very majestic.
But there was actually a bottomless pit dug in the middle. The pit was full of blood, and bubbles bubbled out, as if the song was boiling.
There are three walking stone platforms surrounding the blood pit in the east, west, and south directions.
But the three burial coffins on the underworld platform were all missing. They should be the three coffins that were washed down the mountain by the flood! The first two mouthfuls contained gold, silver and jewels, and the last mouthful contained blood.
Above the blood pit, there is a main coffin hanging in the air!
This main coffin is different from the coffins I have seen. It is not rectangular, but rhombus-shaped. It is tied by three bronze chains as thick as arms and hung upside down from the top of the tomb.
Another seal!
What on earth did the owner of the tomb do to change from an ancient general to a criminal who was unwilling to let him rest in peace even after death?
The hanging coffin seemed to be about to fall at any time, giving me an extremely oppressive visual impact, which sent chills down my spine for a moment...
"How long until seven o'clock?" He Lanxue asked with a frown.
Lao Jiang looked at his watch: "It's less than half an hour."
"Let's all lay in ambush! Let's deal with the blood demon that comes back first, otherwise we won't be able to take away the things in the tomb."
As He Lanxue finished speaking, Lao Jiang closed the tomb door, took out a large bag of white rice grains from his pocket and sprinkled it at his feet.
I know this is glutinous rice, and it is at least ten years old.
Then Lao Jiang and He Lanxue looked at each other and jumped onto the beam on the top of the tomb, intending to invite you to enter the urn.
I looked at the two of them anxiously, trying to help you fly over the walls, but am I not that good at it?
In the end, Lao Jiang asked me to hide behind the Shiming Platform, and warned me with concern: "Remember, no matter what you see or hear later, don't make a sound! This is not a battle you can participate in."
I nodded and looked in the direction of the tomb door, feeling both nervous and inexplicable.
