Huo Xiuxiu checked Huo Xiaoli's injuries, rolled up his trouser legs and took a look, and immediately slapped him on the head, "You brat, you just scratched this little skin and screamed like a slaughtered pig. If you scream again, believe it or not."
I will give you an injection directly to comfort you."
"Ouch!" Huo Xiaoli hurriedly covered his head with a sad face, "Sister Xiuxiu, why are you so harsh?"
Huo Xiuxiu quickly treated his wound and gave him a candy. "Okay, don't wait any longer. The wound is not deep. As long as no water enters, it will heal soon."
Huo Xiaoli responded naively, stood up, patted the precious camera that had been hanging on his chest, and said happily: "Fortunately, I hung the camera tightly. If it had really fallen, I wouldn't have cried to death."
This kind of flip-flop mechanism is originally designed to catch people off guard. Those who come to rob the tomb must be seeking money, and basically all tomb robbers are greedy. Good things are right in front of you and close at hand, so they will naturally bewitch people.
If you relax your vigilance, you will end up asking for trouble, falling into a trap, and staying here forever, becoming the burial object of the tomb owner.
The next step went smoothly. After preparations were made, the underground mechanism was not difficult for them. The Huo family easily sent people there to take photos and then brought them back.
Just when everyone thought everything was going well, Huo Xiangu, who was sitting on the side, suddenly began to cough violently. She coughed and coughed, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. They hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, but the red blood stains could not be blocked. Everyone in the Huo family was shocked and exclaimed, "Master!"
Zhang Zhuoxun's expression suddenly changed, and he was shocked to realize that at some point, the alkali gas had quietly started to spread.
Looking around, he immediately shouted: "Damn it, it's broken. There is a vent on the top of the wall here. The mechanism is activated and the alkali gas has been released."
"Go back!" The little brother shouted coldly and ran towards the tomb door outside the stone path first.
Zhang Zhuxun took out the crutch pinned to Huo Chushi's backpack, ran to the tomb door, and together with his younger brother, he pried open the tappet on the top door.
The Huo family members carried Old Mrs. Huo and swarmed out like a swarm of swarms. Behind them, there was a cloud of gray-white mist, which was slowly falling from the sky like curling smoke. The mist inside was like the Nantianmen in Journey to the West.<
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The little brother was holding the tap stone outside the door. Zhang Zhuxun took the time to take out the crutch and drilled it out from the crack in the door.
With a clang, the heavy door of the tomb closed, and Zhang Zhuoxun repeatedly urged: "Go quickly, go quickly, such a wide door gap cannot block the poisonous gas."
When everyone in the Huo family heard this, they didn't care whether your clothes were wet or cold, so they jumped into the pool like dumplings and swam back as hard as they could.
Fortunately, the pitons they had driven into the edge of the crack and the rope hanging from the stone wall were still there. One by one, they climbed up as fast as possible. Looking back, they saw that the white mist had spread from the crack in the door. Not daring to delay any longer, everyone ran forward as fast as they could, passing through the gap and returning to the previous stone chamber.
Just when they thought that the younger brother and Zhang Zhuxun would knock on the pillars again to lower the mechanism, they saw the two men go straight into the corner of the stone room. In a daze, they saw them groping on the stone wall for a few times.
Seconds later, he disappeared into the wall.
The lights flickered in the panic, and they didn't see clearly how the two people disappeared, and they were still wandering around like headless flies.
"What the hell? Why did he disappear so quickly?" Huo Chusi shouted.
Huo Chushi was carrying Old Mrs. Huo on his back. Hearing this, his face was livid and he shouted: "Damn, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you look for me quickly!"
Huo Xiaoli jumped to the corner of the wall on one leg and carefully checked whether there was any secret door or the like. He had entered the water too quickly just now and his leg cramped and he didn't have time to deal with it. Now the injured leg was still cramping, and veins popped out on his forehead in pain.
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The lamp in my hand swept across a corner of the wall, and when I was about to turn around, I saw that the wall suddenly moved on its own. It opened its mouth like a heavenly dog swallowing the moon, and a human head came out of it.
When the man saw the Huo family wandering around outside, he cursed: "Damn it, I'm really impressed by you. I've never seen such stupid tomb robbers as you. You can't even find the fucking secret door. Why don't you hurry up?"
Come here."
Although this sound was a curse, it sounded like the sound of nature to the ears of the Huo family at this moment.
Huo Xiaoli was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. After seeing who the person was, he screamed, "Master Yu~"
He immediately ran over like a dog and squeezed into the overturned stone door.
Zhang Zhuxun stretched out his hand to help him and asked him to climb up along the small bricks on the wall. Then he took the old lady on Huo Chushi's back, held it with one hand, raised his head and shouted: "Little
Brother, go on."
After saying that, he threw Mrs. Huo upright. The already weak Mrs. Huo almost rolled her eyes and fainted under the weightless feeling. The next second she felt two iron-like hands grasping her tightly.
shoulders and lifted her up.
Zhang Zhuxun also climbed up after him, took out an oxygen bottle mixed with a very low concentration and a small amount of acetic acid and put it on Mrs. Huo, temporarily giving her some relief. To do lung lavage, you can only go to the hospital and use professional equipment.
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"Your respiratory tract has been corroded by alkali gas before, and this time even the mucous membranes are ulcerated and bleeding. If you inhale it again, you will be close to death."
Huo Xiangu lay flat on the ground and coughed a few times. Her face turned pale and her lips began to turn blue. Although she was conscious, the muscles in her body were spasming uncontrollably. If it was more serious, she would go into shock. "It's safe here for now. You can take a break and replenish some energy." Zhang Zhuoxun said to the Huo family members who were climbing up from behind.
Huo Chushi had already checked around and found no air holes, so he asked: "Master Yu, which part of the ancient building is this?"
"The seventh floor." Zhang Zhu pointed to the ground at his feet, "This is the real seventh floor of the ancient building."
This is a huge circular stone chamber, as big as half a football field. There are seven thick pillars standing around the stone chamber. The dome is a seven-star top similar to the previous one. Although it is a tomb, the furnishings here are very rough.
, lacking details, more like a temporary warehouse.
The only special thing is that there is a high platform in the middle of the stone chamber, and on it is a huge stone statue of Qilin with its head on the top of the tomb. Only the head is finely carved, and the rest of the lines are rough, like a blank that was half-carved and then thrown here.<
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It is obvious that such a large stone cannot be completely carved and transported in from the outside. It can only be used directly here. There is an acquired crack on the neck of the stone statue, which is as wide as a palm. It is probably already there.
After shaping the blank, it suddenly cracked while going into fine carving. It couldn't be repaired, so it was discarded here.
The little brother went around behind the stone statue and pushed open a stone door that was two people wide. Inside was a wooden staircase that led directly to the top.
Twenty minutes later, Huo Chushi carried Mrs. Huo on his back, walked into the stone gate under the leadership of his younger brother, and arrived at the sixth floor of the ancient building.
From here on, the wooden ring-shaped building is completely visible to everyone.
They were standing on a long corridor on the left, with compact fences and dragon columns on one side, and wooden rooms on the other.
Behind them is the mountain, and the corridor directly opposite the room is obviously different in size from other rooms. It looks like the back hall of an ancient Han-style building. The beams are densely engraved with many strange and weird Zhang Jiaming characters. The system of these characters
They are all different, and they all come from the fragments of Chinese civilization that have been broken. The further upstairs, the closer these words are to modern times.
The symbols commonly used by the Zhang family were simply evolved using this type of writing. However, since the fall of the Zhang family, the records of the meaning of some of the inherited words have also been lost.
When Zhang Zhuxun was at home, he only learned a lot of concrete and fixed meanings of special signs. It's like a parking sign with a slash. It can only express the fixed meaning that you can't park here. It can't be expressed like navigation.
Where can I park my car other than here?
The wooden eaves extending from the short beams are lined with green tiles. On the eaves of each house hangs a bell, which is also called Zhanfeng.
Behind the white gauze curtain hanging in the back hall, you can vaguely see a large coffin placed inside. It is far away and the specific situation cannot be clearly seen.
From the outside, it seems that you can go directly to the right from the corridor on the left through the lobby directly opposite.
The little brother reached out and pushed open one of the rooms. Inside, there was only a wooden coffin for a single person. The surface was covered with a thick layer of white powder. It was so decayed that it seemed to break if touched.
There was a small mourning hall behind the coffin, with a tablet made of ground animal bones enshrined on it. The writing on it was crooked. Zhang Zhuxun vaguely recognized it and guessed that what was placed in the coffin might be the inscription of an ancestor of the Zhang family from the Spring and Autumn Period.
Remains.
When he told his guess to the younger brother, the younger brother didn't nod or shake his head.
There is also a small palm-sized bronze incense burner placed on the small stone table. It looks like a naive mythical beast with round eyes. There are still three crooked wood-brown incense sticks left in it. It was probably given by the Zhang family when the ancient building was built.
Dear ancestors.
There is a strange smell of rotten wood and sandalwood floating in the air, which makes me want to sneeze after smelling it for a long time.
Everyone quickly exited, and after seeing the same situation in the second room, they walked straight to the back hall at the end of the corridor.
The alkali powder stained on the gauze curtain is like flour. When the air flow is blown by walking around, it flutters and starts to fall down.
Everyone hurriedly avoided it, and their movements became lighter. Even their breathing was really unbearable before they took a careful breath.
You cannot stay in this place for a long time. Even if the mechanism is not activated, your lungs will rot over time.
While the Huo family was still studying the coffin carefully, Zhang Chuxun and his younger brother had already found the opening leading to the front hall.
The ancient building of the Zhang family is located in a place where the dragon's cave knocks bones and sucks marrow. The feng shui effect of its setting is to swallow up the energy of the dragon's veins and destroy the earth's energy of the treasure. In order to achieve this effect, it is necessary to abolish the visible stairs and install an invisible and visible staircase.
Hidden stairs or secret door.
Everyone went up the stairs in the mezzanine of the wall and arrived at the front hall.
The space here is huge and open. There are four thick supporting pillars standing in the middle of the hall. The beams are completely in the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty. There are countless patterns and letterings on the roof. Covered with alkali powder, the entire
The buildings are all gray and desolate.
When they arrived here, they dug out the last set of barely usable equipment from their equipment, put on gas masks, and waited for orders.
The little brother walked to the pillar with the unicorn carved in the center, put on his gloves, grabbed the protruding heads of the unicorns, and started to climb up. He quickly reached the top, and then casually touched the top of the unicorn with his toes.
He was kicked on the left eye.
After a crisp click, a thin folding staircase stretched out from the floor. The boy grabbed the staircase and quickly climbed up.
Zhang Zhuxun was the second to go up, then lowered the rope and hoisted up Huo Xiangu who was sitting on the folding chair. Huo Chushi was holding on underneath, and the others followed.
The fifth floor is very strange. What comes into view is countless neatly arranged shelves, extending into the darkness behind, like the stacked sleepers on a train, but with more layers. There are hundreds of them at a glance.
The most uncomfortable thing is that these shelves are filled with iron figurines, making the whole space cold and depressing.
"What's in these iron men? Are they all solid?" Huo Xiaoli asked in a muffled voice.
"Miluotuo." Zhang Shuxun tapped an iron leg at hand, "When the Zhang family was excavating the mountain, all the Miluotuos they encountered should have been caught, poured with molten pig iron and put away.
Here."
The Huo family smacked their lips, "So many! There must be a camp here."
"Actually, it's not that many." Zhang Zhu said, "Besides the ancient building, there are more than ten times more Milotuos than this. They have all been attracted by our temperature and gathered around the ancient building."<
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"We have to speed up. When Miloduo gathers to a certain number, the alkaline mechanism will be activated, and we will all die here."
His tone sounded so absolute that a Huo family member couldn't help but rub his arm, "Could it be that what Huo Xiaoyao said before he died was true?"
No one answered his question. Zhang Zhuxun had already passed through the gap between the iron warriors and walked far away.
After walking for a long time, I came to the center of the shelf where the iron figurines were placed. There was a large space with nothing placed there.
Looking around from the center, you can clearly see that all the shelves on which the iron figurines are placed are centered on this point and arranged radially outward, presenting a complete set of Fuxi's sixty-four hexagrams.<
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This floor, like the one below, also has four huge double-eaves golden pillars supporting the ceiling.
Judging from the previous model of the Zhangjia ancient building, the Zhangjia building built by Xiang Lei only had seven floors, and under the seventh floor, there were relics of the original ancient building. The floor they entered by mistake before was probably the last floor.
The first floor of Zhangjia Building in the early days.
In other words, in the unknown depth of the volcanic rocks beneath their feet, there are likely to be more and deeper secrets buried underneath.
The further up you go, the further away you go.
Happy birthday to the mistress - a sudden thunder sounds like a sudden death, and the mountain home is blessed with spring.
