If the dark tomb passage in front is like the road to the underworld, eerie and strange, then the tomb chamber in front of us is like a heavenly palace with celestial music. The huge contrast instantly makes us lose our ability to react.WWW.tsxsw.COM,,

Looking around, the first thing I felt was that it was bright, not ordinary light, but the kind of brightness that was as bright as an incandescent lamp. The four walls were dotted with lights, but it didn't feel hot. It was a kind of dazzling white light.

The cold light is just like the crystal clear moonlight that spreads in the open-air courtyard on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.

The dome of the tomb is covered with countless crystal clear sequins, made of unknown materials, sparing no effort to reflect the light to every corner of the tomb.

The tomb is very big, but if you ask me how big it is, I can't tell you. Countless rays of light intersect and dodge in it, pushing countless columns into our sight.

These pillars "stand tall" in the tomb chamber, filling the space with shadows. When you count them to the end, you will find a few more pillars next to them. When you want to count them again, you find that the previous ones have changed. Therefore.

, if asked how many pillars there are, I can only say "countless".

On each pillar, there is a portrait painted, some raising a sword and a bow, some raising an ax and a mace, some holding a book and waving a brush, some with hands behind their hands admiring the moon... The oil paints are as gorgeous as they can be, whether it is a lacquered gauze cage or crown.

, the long-sleeved dress, the Mingguang heavy armor, and the Doudun armor, all of them are rich in ink and color, as detailed as the real thing.

These pillars are about 3 meters high and one meter wide. Except for the vivid portraits, other positions on the pillars are filled with rich oil paints. Against the backdrop of the lights, these oil paints form some kind of strange

The pattern seems to be flowing slowly, flowing and rendering between the pillars, as if the entire tomb is alive.

The fat man and I were so stunned that we didn't pay attention at all. At some unknown moment, a faint white mist filled the tomb chamber, and it was still rolling slightly. At first, it was only at the height of the ankles, and we were stunned for a moment.

, has risen to knee level.

"Damn, what the hell is this?" the fat man yelled.

"Whatever the hell, get out first!" I pulled the fat man, and the two of them retreated behind the stone gate. Strangely enough, the mist spread to the stone gate, as if blocked by an invisible barrier, and could not cross the thunder pool.

step.

There is a tradition of using poisonous gas in ancient tombs to prevent theft. "Historical Records" records: "The man sent it... and then he got into a mercury pool. The gas was not allowed to enter. After a few days, he led the dog into it."

It is talking about using mercury gas as poison gas to poison the robbers.

This white mist is weird, and I don’t know if it’s poisonous, so I have to be careful! Of course, it’s not the old way of “leading the dog into the middle”. The times are developing, and we who fight against them must keep pace with the times, right?

I signaled to the fat man, took out the June 4th-style gas mask that I had prepared and put it on. The mask was white and made of rubber. It was a bit oppressive and not very comfortable to wear, but my life was important and I couldn’t care so much.

Already.

In just a short time, the fog has risen to waist height. We patiently observed it for a while. If it continued to rise, we would have to exit and wait for the fog to dissipate before coming back in. After all, although we were wearing gas respirators

A mask, but not an oxygen tank.

Fortunately, the mist has almost come to an end, no longer rolling, but just floating quietly, making the entire tomb looming.

This mist seems real or imaginary, which makes me feel hairy in my heart. It seems thin, like the green smoke lingering on a cigarette, as if a breeze can blow it away, but when you want to see clearly through it,

It became real again, thick and sticky, as if it had substance.

When things came to a close, I hesitated, should I go in? Or not? Unknown things are always the most frightening. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t dare to raise my foot after pondering for a long time.

The fat man on the side got impatient and came closer to touch me and said, "Taozi, you should have an idea! Don't act like a bitch!"

Through the gas mask, his voice sounded very strange, and there was a buzzing echo at the end, which made me upset and angry.

"Damn it, old man, some of you were beaten to death, some of you were not frightened to death, just give it your all!" I gritted my teeth and walked out of the stone gate first and walked into the tomb.

I closed my eyes and stood in the mist for a long time, carefully observing the changes in my body. Who knows whether the poison in the mist will penetrate through the skin, but it is better to be careful and be prepared to pull the fat man out if anything goes wrong.

Although what we do in the fight is to tuck our heads in the waistband of our trousers, but no matter how much money we have, we have to spend our lives, and no matter how good our weapons are, there is no point in risking our lives.

It passed like this for a while, and I didn't feel anything was wrong. I was just too nervous, which made my shoulders, hands and feet a little stiff. I took a breath, relaxed, and stretched out my hand to rub my shoulders. It seemed like this kind of fog was going on.

The toxicity is not strong, and a gas mask is enough to deal with it. Otherwise, it has other uses.

I turned my head and was about to invite the fat man to walk around with me, but I found that there was no one around me. Where was the fat man?

My heart skipped a beat, and I thought something bad had happened. Looking around, there was no one around.

"Fat man! Fat man!" I shouted loudly. I don't know whether it was the gas mask or the reason for my nervousness, but the tone of my voice changed and it sounded a bit creepy.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a "thump" sound, not far from me. Then there was a cry of pain, "Ouch", which sounded like a fat man's voice.

I was so happy that I turned my head to look at the source of the sound. I saw the fat man's tall body jumping up from the waist-high mist. He rubbed his buttocks, pointed at my nose and scolded: "Taozi, are you sick?"

What's the matter, what are you shouting about! You almost scared me to death!"

After saying that, he patted his chest as if he was scared.

It's fine. As soon as I let go of my heart, I became so angry that I raised my leg and kicked the fat man on the butt.

"Damn, why are you kicking me?" This kid was still not convinced.

"You are a grandson. What kind of place is this? You are disappearing for me to play with. It's not easy to kick you. I want to castrate you!"

When the fat man saw that I was really angry, he didn't dare to say anything. He pulled me over with a smile on his face, pointed at the pillar next to him, and said, "Dude, I thought this pillar was a bit strange, so I studied it and didn't pay attention. I won't do it again."

, it won’t happen again!”

I threw his arm away, glanced at the pillar, and said angrily: "What's weird? Aren't there all pillars like this here?"

"No, no, look at the person painted above, he looks familiar!" The fat man saw that I didn't care, so he became anxious and pointed at the portrait on the pillar.

Huh? After hearing what the fat man said, I looked carefully and saw something. Painted on this pillar was a military general with a burnt complexion, thick eyebrows and glaring eyes. He also had a beard and a sword at his waist.

with arrows.

"How are you? Does it look familiar?" The fat man looked at me and said nothing, pushed me and asked anxiously.

I was a little happy, patted the fat man on the shoulder and said: "I also think he looks familiar. I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that I often saw him when I lived in your house before!"

"What?" The fat man was a little stunned when he heard this, "Taozi, don't play tricks on me. You've been dead for who knows how many years, but you can still come to my door?"

"He doesn't want to come to your door, but he can't bear to be invited by you every year!" As I said this, I stood in a double-footed Bagua step, holding my hands up and down to protect my chest, as if I was holding some kind of ax in my hand.

Such polearms.

The fat man understood as soon as he saw my posture, "Damn, you're the keeper!"

I thought it was funny when I saw the fat man put on an expression of realization. What kind of expressions are there? If he changes his posture, he wouldn't recognize him. He still looks familiar. I see him every day when he comes in. Doesn't he still look familiar?

The portrait on the pillar depicts Yuchi Jingde, a black-faced man, and Qin Shubao, a red-faced man. Since the Tang Dynasty, every household has regarded them as door gods, and their portraits are posted outside the door to ward off evil spirits.

The owner of this tomb is really interesting. He made so many pillars and painted doors... No, where did so many door gods come from? There is a problem!

My heart moved, and I carefully looked at the portraits on the other pillars. After looking so carefully, I really recognized many people: the one with a heroic face was Wei Gong Li Jing, and the one with a coffin face was

Zheng Gong, Wei Zheng, Bai Jingwenxiu, Liang Gongfangxuanling with a sad face...

These guys are all heroes of the generation who created the prosperous Tang Dynasty. They are famous and have many portraits circulated. I can barely recognize them. There are many others, but I can't recognize them at all. But this is enough for me to make a judgment:
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