The commotion around him became louder and louder, and Fatty Niu asked nervously: "Holy shit, what the hell is this!?"
Wen Qingshan frowned and said, "It seems to be some kind of creature."
"But didn't you say that the oxygen content down here is too low and the mercury concentration is too high, so it's impossible for any living thing to survive? How could it be some kind of living thing?" I asked puzzledly.
"Theoretically, this is true. If it is an ordinary creature, it will definitely not be able to survive in such an environment. But there are exceptions, such as..." At this point, Wen Qingshan stopped talking.
I hurriedly asked: "Like what?"
Wen Qingshan turned his head and looked at me, and said word by word: "Fu Shi Mole!"
When I heard about the zombie mole, I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. I had experienced how powerful that thing was. The pair of diggers full of sharp saws could easily make a hole in a person's body. Back then, a corpse mole
A hole was dug out in my shoulder, and the cramping pain felt like someone was cutting my flesh with a knife.
I knew that Wen Qingshan once caught a corpse mole and took it back for study. I quickly asked him: "Boss Wen, are you kidding me? Are you sure that the corpse mole can survive in an environment with high mercury concentration?"
Wen Qingshan said: "I'm not sure about this, but the adaptability of the corpse mole is extremely strong. On the one hand, the oxygen content of the environment it originally lives in is quite low. On the other hand, I have done experiments and it has
It can even survive in environments with high saline-alkali and high acidity for a long time, so it may also be able to adapt to environments with high mercury concentrations."
Jianjian had never heard of the zombie mole, and asked curiously: "Brother, what is the corpse mole?"
"An evil insect capable of tearing the three of us to pieces!" I replied simply and concisely.
"Holy shit!" When Jianjian heard this, he immediately raised his head and shouted: "Fat man! Where the hell did you die? Come here quickly!"
This time I finally heard Fatty Niu’s response: “Brother, where are you?”
As soon as I heard Fatty Niu's voice, I quickly responded loudly: "We have fallen into a trap. Come quickly and get a rope to pull us up. Hurry!"
However, before Fatty Niu and the others could rush over, something had already crawled out of the pile of bones. I used the searchlight on my helmet to take a closer look, and for a moment my mind went blank. Wen Qingshan actually let Wen Qingshan speak.
, it’s the Corpse Mole!
Jianjian had never seen a corpse-crouching mole before, so he hurriedly asked: "Brother, look at what those things are!?"
I took a deep breath and replied slowly: "That's the corpse mole!"
"What!?" Jianjian's face suddenly changed and she shouted loudly: "Fat man, hurry up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless zombies fluttered up from the pile of bones, and there was a buzzing sound all around. Looking at the densely packed corpses in front of me, I almost despaired. These were already in this place.
The terrifying evil insects that have been dormant in the imperial mausoleum for more than two thousand years will probably tear the three of us into pieces in less than a moment.
However, just when I thought we were certain to die this time, a melodious and melodious flute sound suddenly sounded. It was also strange. When the zombies heard the flute sound, instead of attacking us, they jumped out of the air one after another.
Zhongluo returned to the ground and hid in the pile of bones.
The three of us were stunned. What is going on? Is it possible that the zombie mole, which can adapt to various harsh environments, is afraid of the sound of the flute?
I was wondering where the flute sound came from when a rope was thrown down from above. I looked up and saw Fatty Niu sticking his head out and shouting nervously: "Master! You... you guys come up quickly!"
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It could be said that it was a turn of events. The three of us were surprised and happy. We did not bother to investigate the source of the flute sound and immediately climbed up along the rope one by one.
Jianjian was originally afraid of heights, and his biggest fear was climbing, but this time he climbed very fast, and within a short time, the three of us climbed out of the hole.
After I came up, I discovered that the person playing the flute was none other than the old ghost! He was holding a black piccolo that was no more than half a foot long in his hand and was playing it hard. I didn’t expect that he had such a magical ability.
He is so capable that he can suppress the zombies with the sound of the flute.
Although the movement in the cave seemed to have stopped, the three of us did not dare to stay any longer near the entrance of the cave and hurriedly retreated to the side.
Seeing that the three of us were safe, the old ghost stopped playing the flute. He walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, glanced down, and muttered: "Why are there so many evil insects in this imperial mausoleum?"
I was a little shocked and said: "There is a big hollow below, filled with corpses and remains! It should be the craftsmen who built the imperial tomb. They were probably bitten to death by corpse moles. Even the bones were bitten and filled with holes.
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The old ghost turned his head and looked at me, and said with some surprise: "You also know about the zombie mole?"
"Why didn't I know that I was bitten by a corpse mole?"
"I didn't expect that you are young but have a lot of experience! Since you have been bitten by this evil bug, you should know how powerful it is. This thing is very evil. We'd better not disturb them anymore." At this point, he said
The conversation changed again, and he turned to Wen Qingshan and asked: "Do you think these tombs are actually a series of games?"
Wen Qingshan nodded hurriedly and told the old ghost his analysis. After listening to the old ghost, he also focused on the bronze square tripod in the center of the tomb. He stared at the bronze tripod and pondered.
After a moment, he said: "Then let's go over and take a look at the bronze tripod."
He walked slowly towards the Sifang Bronze Cauldron, and the rest of us hurriedly followed. However, because we were worried about triggering any traps again, everyone was very cautious. We followed closely behind the old ghost, for fear of making a mistake.
Fortunately, we did not trigger any more mechanisms and soon arrived at the four-sided copper tripod. Without saying a word, Wen Qingshan jumped onto the stone platform and carefully inspected the four-sided copper tripod placed on the stone platform.
Ding comes.
Others did not follow Wen Qingshan up, because there was a huge square copper tripod placed on the stone platform, and the remaining space was quite limited, and it could only accommodate one or two people.
Everyone was waiting aside, but I became interested in the piccolo in the old ghost's hand. Out of curiosity, I asked him: "Senior Old Ghost, what kind of flute is this? Why are those corpses lying there?
The mole seems to be afraid of the flute sound it makes?"
The old ghost glanced at me and replied proudly: "This is a treasure. It is made of a special substance. It is not only impervious to water and fire, but also has a very hard texture. Even if you use the sharpest blade to cut it,
A flute will not leave the slightest mark on it."
After hearing the old ghost's description, I couldn't help but be a little surprised: "This flute is so special. What special material is it made of?"
The old ghost said: "This thing was made more than a thousand years ago. No one can tell exactly what materials it was made of. Now, I'm afraid there is only one like this left in the world." Having said this, the old ghost said
The ghost suddenly changed the topic and asked: "Have you ever heard of the insect flute?"
Wen Qingshan, who was inspecting the Sifang Bronze Cauldron on the stone platform, immediately turned his head when he heard the insect flute, with a look of surprise on his face. He stared at the piccolo in the old ghost's hand and said in surprise: "Senior Old Ghost, could it be that
Is this the legendary insect flute in your hand?"
The old ghost nodded and put the piccolo away.
I was busy and asked: "What is the insect flute?"
Wen Qingshan said: "According to classical records, in ancient times, there was a mysterious thaumaturgy called the Art of Insect Language, which could control thousands of insects with flute sounds. The flute used to control insects was not an ordinary flute, but a flute.
A flute made of a special material and with an extremely complex internal structure is called an insect flute."
When Jianjian heard this, he immediately said: "Isn't Miao Jiang's voodoo technique the use of voodoo flutes to control voodoo insects?"
Wen Qingshan nodded and said: "Using the Gu flute to control the Gu technique is indeed a kind of Gu technique in Miao territory. It has similarities with the insect flute. However, in fact, the Gu flute is far from the real insect flute. The real insect flute
The art has long been lost, so..."
Before Wen Qingshan could finish speaking, the old ghost interrupted him: "Who said the art of insect language has been lost!"
"So, Senior Old Ghost, you know the art of insect language?" Wen Qingshan immediately understood the meaning of Old Ghost's words.
"If I didn't know the art of insect language, do you think the three of you could still come out of that hole alive?" the old ghost said with some pride.
"But this art of insect language has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, and according to classical records, the art of insect language is extremely difficult to master. Where did you learn it, senior ghost?"
Wen Qingshan's question seemed to bring back the old ghost's painful memory. He slowly raised his head and said through gritted teeth, "Humph! I have to thank the Nine-Headed Insect guys for this!"
When I heard about the Nine-Headed Insect, I couldn't help but be surprised, and quickly asked: "Senior Old Ghost, what does the art of insect language have to do with the Nine-Headed Insect?"
The old ghost turned to look at me and said, "You must have heard about the grudge between me and the Nine-Headed Insect."
Wen Qingshan nodded: "I heard Master Jiu say last time that the nine-headed insect killed your disciple and also planted golden silkworm Gu in your body. Fortunately, Mu Huaichun, the masterful doctor, opened an incision in your abdomen and used
The self-mixed strong liquor forced the golden silkworm Gu out of your body."
As soon as Wen Qingshan finished speaking, the old ghost waved his hand and said: "Old Jiu only knows one but not the other. Mu Huaichun did save my life, but he couldn't force the golden silkworm Gu out of my body.
came out, he just used poisonous spirits to kill the golden
The silkworm Gu was just anesthetized, but in fact the golden silkworm Gu had been dormant in my body. Until later, I accidentally obtained the long-lost secret of insect language. I endured it for more than twenty years, and then
I have been practicing the art of insect language."