Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Blood on the altar

Looking back at those thousand-year-old people lying on the ground, I suddenly felt like crying, why, why am I here!I saw the bloodstains on the copper coin getting bigger and bigger, like a cobweb made of blood threads, covering the copper coin in a short while.Hearing a heavy sigh, he turned his head abruptly, and saw a dark figure floating there not far away. "Who?" Almost crying, an unprecedented sense of fear immediately enveloped me. The figure is still standing there, silent and silent, the more it is like this, the more frightening it is. As soon as I turned around, Sa Yazi ran to the other side of the corridor.In fact, it was only two steps, and in a blink of an eye, I reached the other end of the corridor.It's still a well-fitting stone door, but there are many patterns on the door, which are clearly visible under the illumination of the cold light torch.There are four gods carved on the stone gate, the blue dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and a strange fish, arranged in four directions: the top, the bottom, the left, and the right of the stone gate.These are two stone gates with open doors. On the stone gates, there is a particularly obvious head ring of a fierce beast. A white jade ring is held in the mouth of a ferocious beast. The Shimen snapped together firmly.

I can't care so much anymore, a sense of fear welling up from the bottom of my heart made me grab the two beast rings and pull them suddenly, and I felt a piercing pain on my fingers, and the beast rings shrank suddenly, pulling my body The hand was pulled into the beast's mouth, but it was useless to pull it out.I pulled down the oxygen mask with the hand holding the torch, bit the torch handle with my mouth, and pulled the other beast ring with the other hand.The cold light flame of the light stick will soon be annihilated with the end of the chemical reaction. It is still a mystery whether the little food in the backpack can support the people coming to rescue me, so I have to fight like this.Afterwards, I was scolded by Lao Zhong for a whole week for this behavior, because this time I almost killed me.

I am inexperienced, just when my hand was holding the second beast ring, I felt pulled off the ground—this hand was also swallowed by the beast on the door, and the palm and wrist There was a sudden pain, and I felt a needle stabbed in. Immediately, I felt that the heat of my body was disappearing continuously, and the blood on my wrist was flowing out continuously. Under the blue light, the eyes of two ferocious beasts It started to turn red, and a blood-red silk thread slowly crawled behind me like a winding little earthworm along the two walls of the tomb passage. He didn't dare to speak, the torch would fall to the ground as soon as he opened his mouth, and his hands were firmly locked on the door.At this time, I suddenly remembered the story that Lao Zhong told me before. It was also in front of the tomb gate, and there was also a tomb-watching beast with a tiger's head.Damn, am I going to be drained of blood and die here?

I kicked hard at the stone door in front of me, and I heard a muffled "click" in the distance, and then something was thrown in.Then there were two familiar moans: "Ouch, my head." I spat out the torch and cried in a crying voice: "Old Zhong, come and save me, I'm about to be sucked dry of blood." According to Lao Zhong's later recollection, I was pale and crying, and I was so frightened that I peed my pants.I have my doubts about the reliability of his memories as an Alzheimer's patient. But the actual situation at the time was indeed scary.I was dragged by two door knocker beasts and hung on the door with both hands, and kicked the stone door with my feet continuously, and there were blue fluorescent stick torches under my feet.Seeing this situation in a pile of dead bones frightened the well-informed old Zhong enough.

Old Zhong grabbed my wrist and yanked it, causing me to scream in pain.He also took off the mask, and said with a gloomy face: "You have to cut off your hands!" After hearing this, I stopped shouting. The unique smell rushed into the nostrils.In a daze, I saw Lao Zhong draw out the paratrooper knife on his back - I saw that thing on the website, and the iron bar thick as a thumb was chopped off.I saw him draw out the knife and cut it on the back of my hand. At this moment, there was a lot of crying, and many people in ancient costumes were stabbed by knives. An old man with a high crown and an ancient sword in his hand was searching for living people. Crying and dying by the sword, he suddenly turned his head around, screaming at me with red eyes: "Why bother to be born in the emperor's house."

I woke up suddenly, and I saw Lao Zhong looking at me with a smirk on his face, and then at his hands, they were intact! Old Zhong said something that frightened me: "You are awake, they are awake too." Following the direction of Old Zhong's finger, I saw two black figures standing behind us. Taking a closer look, the two shadowy black figures seemed to be leaning against the wall weakly, a bit like Concubine Yang.After grabbing Lao Zhong's tactical spotlight and shining the light, he realized that it was the two mummy warriors who came in. "Isn't it just two mummies? I kicked them when I came over just now." I said something disdainful, and suddenly fell silent again, because the positions of the two mummies were obviously different. It turned out to be " Lying" on the ground against the wall, and now "sitting" on the ground against the wall.

"Is there any difference?" I still asked Lao Zhong with a guilty conscience.He shook his head: "Actually, I don't know what's different, but when I was saving you just now, I clearly felt someone moving slowly behind me. When I looked back, I found two black shadows moving, but the lamp Once you take a photo, it doesn’t move anymore.” "Could it be the Han Dynasty version of the Warring States Golden Corpse?" In order to cheer myself up, I made a very tasteless joke. Lao Zhong didn't scold me this time, but smiled and said: "Have you seen the golden corpse of the Warring States period? So far, no one has seen it. It's just word of mouth among tomb robbers and records in some ancient books. , no one knows what he looks like, hehe, maybe he doesn't exist at all!"

Although he relieved my tension in this way, I was still immersed in the fact that the "mummy" could move and couldn't extricate myself.And this expedition has greatly exceeded our expectations. We were originally looking for old Miao who acted without authorization, but unexpectedly, there were many situations on the road, but we fell into a Han Dynasty tomb that had never been discovered. Lao Miao, you old bastard, although your story about your son is very sensational, but this time I will settle accounts with you when I return to the ground. "Old Zhong, let's go back to the ground, it's too cold here." I interrupted the old man who was carefully studying the tomb bricks in the corridor, and suggested with a guilty conscience.

"Go back?" Old Zhong suddenly smiled, "Do you know how we got in?" "How did you get in?" "Both of us were turned over by the tomb door in the corridor just now!" Old Zhong felt a little bit resentful, "Do you know why we couldn't push that stone door just now? That's because of that stone door Not left and right, or up and down." "How did that work?" "There is something like a bearing in the middle of the stone gate, and it can be turned up and down on it. I just took a closer look, and the tomb is not a real tomb, but a place for the craftsmen to live and eat when the owner of the tomb built the tomb. This corridor is the only passage that connects the workers' quarters and the master's tomb, so a flip-type entry and exit door is adopted, so that all craftsmen can only flip out one by one if they want to go out, and it is impossible to rush out. To avoid large-scale riots among the workers, this long and narrow tomb passage can only accommodate three people at most.” At this point, Lao Zhong suddenly laughed, “I know why the stone door behind you was bitten by the ring just now. Is it open? This is also a special design. Only when one person holds the beast ring with both hands, can the stone door at the back be opened. Then there must be a person who stays here and holds the auxiliary ring on the door with both hands, so that the people behind can open it. Go in, so that you can go further into the tunnel, and come up with so many unimaginable mechanism designs just to prevent workers from rioting, this tomb owner can be said to be a genius in mechanism learning!" Old Zhong was a little amazed.

I curled my lips in disdain, and said to myself: "What kind of shit genius, it's far worse than my family's institutional discipline!" "But how do you know these things?" The old boy's research results are too fast, too fast to be convincing. Who knew that he pouted: "Here, it's written on the wall!" It was only then that I realized that the four walls of the corridor were densely covered with seal characters with complicated strokes. After looking at them for a long time, I didn’t understand anything. I just felt that the seal characters I saw in books and on the Internet were obviously not as good-looking.

"China's skilled craftsmen all make a mistake. They all like to leave their names on their works or describe the process of their construction. The guy who writes may also be a well-known craftsman. He builds the tomb when he is not working. I recorded some of my experiences, but it stopped abruptly in the first year of Yuanshou." Lao Zhong said regretfully. There are many skilled craftsmen in history who have this stink problem. They like to engrave their names into their works, especially the craftsmen who make things for the emperor are the most popular. Some people who make teapots even burn their names into the spouts ingeniously. It's a shame he figured it out.There was also a cup-making craftsman in the Ming Dynasty who was the most powerful. He engraved his name on the bottom of the cup. His name would only appear when there was three points of wine in the cup. If there was more or less, his name would not be displayed. come out.Coincidentally, one day the emperor just poured a third of the wine into the cup, and as a result, his nine clans paid a heavy price for his action of burning buns—all of them were killed. I took out a piece of chocolate and secretly put it in my mouth. Hearing this, I hurriedly said, "Isn't it right?" Old Zhong, who was looking at the wall of the tomb, was startled by the voice: "What's wrong?" "I remember that when you first entered the tomb, you thought it was a typical Eastern Han Dynasty tomb, and you said it was for the convenience of offering sacrifices in the tomb!" Old Zhong looked at me and nodded: "That's right!" "But what year did you say that the craftsman stopped engraving on the tomb?" I asked Lao Zhong. "The first year of Yuanshou, is there any problem?" Lao Zhong suddenly realized after saying this, "The first year of Yuanshou..." The first year of Yuanshou is the year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was still the capital of the Han Dynasty, Chang'an was the famous Western Han Dynasty in history.But how could there be such a tomb building specification in the Western Han Dynasty that is so close to the Eastern Han style?This problem is too difficult, I will leave it to Lao Zhong to think about it. All I have to do now is eat some chocolate, recover my strength, treat the wound on my wrist, and try to find the exit to the ground in the shortest possible time. I still remember that when the hands were clasped, there were two long and bright red lines extending from both sides of the animal head. The weird posture was unforgettable. There must be mechanisms for moving things, and maybe some mechanism switches can be found. At this time, he even forgot about the terrifying two black shadows, grabbed the flashlight and began to search carefully for the origin of the two red lines in the corner of the stone gate.As it turned out, this was one of the most unforgivable mistakes Zhong and I made. In Lao Zhong's backpack, I found a large number of light sticks for pathfinding, and made a cold light torch according to the method just now, and showed it to Lao Zhong triumphantly. He was very angry when he saw it: "You silly boy, this This kind of light stick is for emergency use, you waste it like this, and see what kind of lighting you use when the battery is gone." I thought, yes, the original plan was to go up in two hours, but now we have stayed here at least one and a half It's an hour, and most of the items in my hand are almost used up. According to the situation, it is estimated that I have to ask for help from the outside. We originally agreed to contact the higher-ups in half an hour, but for many reasons, we didn't take care of it. Only then did we realize that we should call for ground support. Unscrewing the walkie-talkie, there was a lot of noise, and after I adjusted the agreed channel, I started yelling: "Hei Lao, Hei Lao, I am a gopher, please answer." The answer was only silence, and Included noise.There was still no response to the call again, and I suddenly felt a little bad, because I heard the voice from the intercom of the old clock that was close at hand was also mixed and indistinct.Logically speaking, this kind of military walkie-talkie can clearly hear the breathing of the other party within 40 kilometers. Now that the distance between the two of us is less than five meters, we feel that the signal has been attenuated a lot.Old Zhong seemed to have noticed this too, and looked at the walkie-talkie on his wrist ecstatically. I started calling again, but there was still no response. When I was about to call for the fourth time, the old clock interrupted me: "Don't call, look at the compass on the walkie-talkie!" Embedded on the wrist walkie-talkie The compass in my hand went mad for no reason. The pointer no longer pointed at a fixed point, but changed direction after a while, and then changed direction after shaking it twice. "Judging from the current situation, we have entered a large magnetic field! Only our two walkie-talkies can still communicate with us, and the outside world has lost contact with us." Lao Zhong pulled the paratrooper knife stuck to it from the stone gate, and published his speculation. "How is it possible? This is not a mountainous area. There can't be large-scale iron mines or ore sources with magnet properties." Old Zhong's deduction drove me a little crazy.A direct consequence of losing contact with the outside world is that we may actually grow old with these bones here in the ground. "These red bricks!" Lao Zhong discovered the reason. He pried off a small piece with a paratrooper knife, but the small piece of brick stuck to the tip of the knife strangely and did not fall off. swing left and right. "Magnetic bricks, these bricks are mixed with magnetism when they are fired, it's really fucking creative, but what is the purpose of the tomb owner's painstaking efforts to create such a magnetic corridor with magnetic bricks?" Old Zhong murmured Soliloquy. I don't care so much, I just know that we must quickly find a way to contact the ground, otherwise both of us may really die here. I carefully searched around the stone gate, trying to find some clues, when I looked up, I suddenly found a group of strange murals on the top of the stone gate.There are three pictures in total. The first picture shows two samurai holding a bunch of knitting needles in their hands, the second picture shows a hornless dragon, and the third picture shows a dragon carrying a skeleton man straight to the ground. Fly to the sky. I pulled the old clock: "What does this mean?" The old clock said that Tuli said that this corridor was guarded by a dragon and two warriors, and only the dead could enter. Dragon, stop kidding!I smiled and said, if there is a dragon, it will become a keel. Old Zhong said don't laugh, you won't be able to laugh if I show you something. "What?" I asked. He took out a three-meter-long fresh snake skin from behind, and my smile froze immediately. Lao Zhong completely ignored my surprise, and instead stretched the snake skin with his hands: "I can deceive more than a dozen good erhus, hehe, let Lao Zhao from the Public Security Bureau be envious now, I am a genuine snake skin, which is better than his The low-quality product that was bought at the street stall is too strong!" Looking at the pile of bones and the huge snake skin in Old Zhong's hand, my head was buzzing, and my brain was obviously not enough. If these bones were sacrificed by people in ordinary tombs, then the owner was at best a prince King at the national level.It is another story that a dragon appeared on the wall of the tomb, and it can tame a big snake to be a tomb guard.Because there is a folk saying that snakes are small dragons, and it is said that the big snake that grows into a giant anaconda is the incarnation of the dragon.The mural of the owner of the tomb shows a dragon guarding the tomb, so there is a rare big snake here. Thinking about all the strange things since entering the tomb, I feel a little numb. Old Zhong was still happily folding the snake skin, without any thought of the imminent danger. When I dared to express my worries, he immediately laughed: "Don't be silly, this snake skin is the most At most, it’s just a country snake. This Han tomb is more than two thousand years old. If there is anything alive…” He stopped laughing suddenly, and carefully looked at the corner of the corridor with a flashlight. There were obvious abrasions on the corner He took a deep breath and said, "My dear, there is such a thing. How did you survive?" He thought for a while, then took a closer look at the picture with the flashlight, and remained still for a while. . There are three pictures in that picture. The first picture shows two warriors holding weapons, inserting the "sweater needles" in their hands into the chests and backs of some people, as if performing a ritual, while the second picture shows The ground of the tunnel is full of water, and a hornless dragon is wandering on the flooded ground. The third picture shows a skeleton man standing there, with the hornless dragon coiled under him. "Do you see anything?" Lao Zhong asked me.I shake my head. "Look carefully at the second picture!" Old Zhong reminded.Only then did I discover that in the second picture, there are several radiating lines on the upper body of the wandering dragon, which represent light in the picture, and there is light coming in.I tried my best not to shake the flashlight, and finally found in the light and shadow. In the second and third pictures, the stone door behind the hornless dragon is open, but in the third picture, it is not the hornless dragon flying up with people on its back. It was the man who was holding the two animal rings with his hands, and the hornless dragon coiled at his feet seemed to be looking up at something. "This is a sacrificial ceremony. The tomb was built when the owner of the tomb was still alive. He used this ceremony to cover up the feng shui and fill the tomb with yin energy." Old Zhong seemed to have realized something. "I think I almost know who this owner is. During the Western Han Dynasty, he dominated one side, liked Fengshui Yinyang, and longed to become a fairy. He built his own tomb before his death..." He was obviously a little excited. "Look at these people, these dead people are all necessary for a sacrificial ceremony. In ancient times, the division of yin and yang was particularly emphasized. This tomb was obviously built by the owner before his death. However, due to the long construction period, no one was buried after completion, so the tomb In order to block the Yang Qi and make the owner peaceful after death, a group of people were killed first, and their dead bodies were used to increase the Yin Qi in the tomb and suppress the excessive Yang Qi, so as to achieve the purpose of the underground owner’s peace. If the guess is correct, the owner should be..." I was waiting for him to reveal the answer, but he immediately shook his head, "It's not like! It doesn't match the history, it seems that we can only talk about it if we find further evidence!" But in the end he I was very happy with his words. He said, "I have already found the way to find this tunnel from these few paintings." It's over. He told me to turn on the flashlight, then grabbed the backpack and took out the long whirlwind shovel, and cut off the bamboo pole handle on the whirlwind shovel with the paratrooper knife.This kind of paratrooper saber is made of fine steel and is shaped like a boomerang. It is top-heavy and light-weight, and is especially suitable for chopping.Immediately afterwards, he split these bamboo poles, carefully cut them into small bamboo sticks about the length of a fist and the thickness of a pinky finger, and then densely inserted the small bamboo sticks in the grooves and scratches of the corners, leaving only A sharp arrow about two fingers long.Then we carefully sprinkled the insect-repelling snake medicine in the backpack all over the entire tomb passage, including the bones and the bodies of the two mummified warriors. Finally, the two of us stood alone at the stone gate that came in, and stood alone at the stone gate that exited the passage. He asked me to stand at the exit of the corridor, which is where I took the adventure just now, and told me to follow his command to grab the beast ring.I looked at the canvas glove in my hand a little unsafely, feeling a little apprehensive, and asked Lao Zhong loudly: "Are you sure this canvas glove will not be punctured?" "Don't worry, these are the standard cut-resistant gloves equipped by the Beijing Urban Management Team, absolutely no problem!" Hearing his answer like this, I was a little relieved.Under his command, I pulled the animal ring suddenly, and felt the animal ring shrink suddenly, and I was lifted up again, with my feet hanging in the air.Fortunately, I wore gloves this time, and my wrist was not stabbed, but I just hung on the stone gate with my feet not touching the ground. I only heard him "cha, cha" lighting up, and I hurriedly shouted: "Don't start the fire, I'm afraid there will be swamp gas here!" He just said: "It's okay!" The blue flame shot up into the sky, filling the entire corridor in an instant. At the moment when the blue flame rushed down, a thought flashed through me: "Damn, I'm here this time!"