Of course this is just my personal guess.

We moved forward, and I couldn't help but ask: "Master Huo, has my dad really been here?"

"I've been here and Master Chen said it, so it must make sense. We will follow Master Chen's arrangements in everything."

Huo Ye said in a hoarse voice.

In fact, I am full of doubts inside.

Before grandpa came back, to be honest, I was not that profound about what everyone was doing.

I only know that my family is in the antique business.

I relied on this hygiene, but after my grandfather came back, everything began to change for me.

The family seems to have some plans to restart.

And after my grandfather died, I felt that there were even more secrets inside.

Including the key that grandpa left me, and the instructions before his death, both inside and outside the words were full of fear for my fourth uncle.

Logically speaking, this should not be the case between father and son.

I took out my phone and took a look at it. I was wondering if I could send a message to my dad in a place like this.

But after I took out my phone, there was no signal at all.

This made me feel a little confused, but I also began to understand why I couldn't contact my dad and the others during that time.

It's very possible that they stayed down here.

After walking forward for about five minutes, Lao Mo, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

Everyone paused for a moment.

Didn't move forward.

The width of this tomb passage is not too wide, and can probably accommodate two people walking side by side.

But it is relatively long. Although we walked slowly, we still didn't get out after walking for five minutes, which shows that this tomb is quite big.

If such a large tomb can be built, then the people buried here must be rich or noble.

And judging from the tomb passage of this tomb, it may also be from the Song Dynasty.

During this period, people liked to use bricks and stones to build tomb passages.

So I could only make a rough judgment in my mind without saying anything out loud.

To avoid being unprofessional and letting everyone laugh at you later.

Lao Mo stopped and someone soon asked: "What's wrong? Lao Mo."

Lao Mo opened his mouth and said: "Something's wrong, there are traces of blood on the ground."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's attention was attracted.

"Trails of blood?"

"That's right, come up and take a look."

Everyone came closer.

Neither Zhiyan nor I squeezed in, we could only wait and stare from behind.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Huo said: "Head, come and take a look."

I hummed, started to walk to the front, stared at the ground, and saw traces of blood. The blood had dried up, and the area was not large, as if it was dripping on the ground.

The traces of blood are still extending forward.

Judging by normal reasoning, someone should be injured and the vehicle is moving forward.

But wasn’t there on the road we just walked on?

Could it be the injured person? Did it start from here?

I couldn't help but murmur in my heart.

Just seeing the traces of blood makes me think that everyone should be more careful.

But there is also a hidden worry in my heart, whether this is the blood left by my father and others.

"Botou, what do you think?"

Master Huo suddenly asked me.

Master Huo and I looked at each other and looked at each other.

I always feel that Mr. Huo is a bit "targeted". I mean, I am a fledgling boy, how can I understand this?

Just when I was about to explain something, I found Mr. Huo still staring at me seriously.

After waiting for a while, I said: "We must be careful about our next actions and not be careless."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Old Mo mocked.

I:"……"

This bitch always goes against me.

Mr. Huo stared at me with a look that seemed to say, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

But he didn't say anything directly.

We continued to move forward, and after walking for about five minutes, we passed through the tomb passage and soon came to a tomb chamber.

The area of ​​the tomb chamber is relatively large. When the light shines on it, a rough judgment shows that it is about fifty square meters.

The overall rule of the tomb seems to be a semicircle.

In the center of the tomb is a coffin.

Naturally, this coffin has attracted our attention.

At this time, someone made a relatively happy voice, "No, are you reaching the main tomb so soon?"

Everyone also felt curious.

We arrived at the main burial chamber so quickly and found the coffin.

My eyes were also fixed on the coffin, and I also felt that this matter went a little too smoothly.

And when we continued walking forward, we found that there were no traces of blood on the ground.

The blood seemed to suddenly disappear.

The most likely thing is that the person has already treated the wound.

But this coffin obviously didn't look like it had been opened.

Old Mo stared at the coffin for a few times and suddenly said: "Master Huo, come here and take a look."

Master Huo responded and walked over there. At this time, I saw Master Huo take out a somewhat old box from the bag he was carrying, and not long after, he took out a piece of

lens.

He fixed a separate lens on the other one eye, and then looked at the coffin carefully.

But I suddenly discovered something rather novel.

That's the mural in the tomb.

The color of these murals has not completely faded, so they look relatively exquisite, and the overall feeling is quite good.

But my eyes were quickly attracted by a dragon.

The dragon on the mural feels lifelike, but what makes me feel strange is that the dragon's eyes are not painted.

When I was a child, I heard the story of the finishing touch.

It is said that there was a painter in ancient times who painted dragons so beautifully that they could fly away immediately just by lighting their eyes.

In later generations, many people did not draw eyes when drawing dragons.

This is quite taboo.

I think this mural should be the same.

I continued to look back, and then I saw a young man appearing on the mural, holding something in his hand.

He stood in front of Long, with no provocation in his eyes.

At first, I thought he was holding a pen in his hand, but when I looked carefully, I found that he was holding a key instead of a pen.

And this key is the one my grandpa gave me.

I looked at the boy's movements at this time, as if he wanted to give this key to the dragon in front of me.

Something is weird and not right.

I stepped forward and was about to study it carefully to see if I was wrong.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear again, "Sir, come here and have a look. Can you open the coffin?"

Master Huo's hoarse voice echoed in my mind.

I turned around and glanced at Mr. Huo.
Chapter completed!