The old ghost who followed at the end reluctantly carried Wang Qi on his back, muttering: "Third Master, can someone else carry you? Qi Master's fat body weighs down my bones."
It’s almost falling apart!”
Ding Laosan, who was walking in front, turned around and said with a smile: "Hey, don't shirk it! If something happens later, who else here besides you can carry Master Qi and run all the way."
Hearing Ding Laosan praise himself in this way, Lao Guitou immediately became energetic. He raised his head, lifted Wang Qi's body upwards, and his steps became much brisker.
Wang Qi lay on Lao Gui's head and shoulders and said: "Brother Gui, you saved my life this time. I will thank you deeply when we get out of this Qianling Mausoleum!"
Hearing that there would be a big thank you, the old ghost head became more energetic now, as if what he was carrying on his back was not Wang Qi, but a big bag of banknotes. He was so happy that he almost laughed out loud. I'm afraid even now
Some people wanted to help him share the burden, but he was totally unwilling.
Everyone went down to the tomb chamber on the third floor, and a long tomb passage appeared in front of everyone. Ding Laosan led the way, and the group walked along the tomb passage.
The top of this tomb passage is arc-shaped, about three to four meters high and two meters wide. The arc top and both walls are made of green bricks, and the floor is paved with black strips of stone.
Inside, you can occasionally see some strange stone sculptures.
"I didn't expect abstract art to be popular in the Tang Dynasty!" Yu Fei said, staring at a stone sculpture that he couldn't tell what it was.
Mr. Ye laughed and said: "Haha, Brother Yu is really good at joking. These stone carvings are not abstract art. In fact, they are all ghosts and monsters from hell."
"Ah! The ghosts in hell all look like this! How come they are completely different from what they saw on TV." Yu Fei said in surprise.
Mr. Ye explained: "Haha, I'm afraid only the dead will know what the ghosts in hell look like. Precisely because no living person has ever seen them, they are carved into all kinds of weird shapes. In fact, they are just
It’s just people’s wild imagination.”
At this time, Ding Laosan turned around and said with a smile: "Hey, second brother, it's hard to say! We haven't seen any ghosts from hell, but maybe someone has?"
"Third Master, according to what you said, someone took a trip to hell and came back alive, and also carved the appearance of these ghosts." Luo Zi joked.
Ding Laosan glanced at Luo Zi: "Hey, brother Luo, don't believe it, there really is such a person in the world."
"Third Master, please don't be joking. How can a person come back to life after death?"
"A dead person cannot be resurrected, but a dead person can be resurrected!"
Ding Laosan said the four words "Borrow a corpse to bring back a soul" word by word, which made Li Su on the side shiver in fright.
"Bringing a corpse back to life!? By the way! Third Master, when you said that, I remembered it. Last time, Brother Gui was borrowed a corpse and brought back to life by the demon in that Tai Chi cave!" Luo Zi shouted.
At this time, the old ghost was so tired that he was sweating profusely. When he heard Luo Zi talking about his affairs, he spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, then raised his head and gasped: "I said...
I said Brother Luo, borrowing corpses to bring back souls, as the name suggests, is to borrow dead corpses to bring back souls. I am a living person, how can I call it a 'corpse'? I was just inadvertently possessed by the demonic ghost that time."
"Tch, let me tell you how careless you are. This is not the first time this has happened to you. I think you just didn't pick the right nickname. There is the word "ghost" in your name. Your life is Yin, so it's easy.
Being possessed by a ghost." Ding Laosan sneered disdainfully.
The group of people chatted and laughed along the way, and the atmosphere seemed relaxed. It was just that the old ghost had a hard time carrying a big and thick Wang Qi on his back, and after a while he was out of breath from exhaustion.
Everyone walked together for about twenty minutes. The old ghost felt that he was almost exhausted. He complained: "Third Master, this third floor is too big. How can you walk a tomb passage for so long and still not end?"
Woolen cloth."
Ding Laosan also felt a little strange: "Damn, it doesn't look that long on the map. If you bear with me, I guess we'll be there soon."
"Wait a minute, I feel something is wrong." At this time, Luo Zi, who was walking in the middle, suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, brother?" Yu Fei asked.
Ding Laosan thought Luo Zi had discovered something, so he quickly pulled out the black iron sword, and everyone else's nerves immediately became tense.
Luo Zi walked up to a stone sculpture and said to everyone: "We should have seen this statue of hell ghosts before."
Ding Hao on the side said: "The statues here are all strangely shaped, and some similarities are normal. Brother Luo must be dazzled."
"No! No, I'm sure we did see a statue exactly like this one just now!" Luo Zi had served as a special forces soldier after all, and was very confident in his keen insight and judgment.
After hearing what Luo Zi said so confidently, everyone gathered around to observe carefully. However, as Yu Fei said before, the statues in the tomb passage are relatively abstract. Although they saw so many along the way, they did not form a complete picture in their minds.
A specific concept, I have no idea whether I have seen it before.
Just as everyone was surrounding the statue and looking at it, Ding Laosan suddenly squatted down, his eyes widened as if he had discovered a new world, staring straight at the floor, and everyone followed him to the floor.
When I looked at it, holy shit! It turned out to be a mouthful of disgusting thick phlegm!
Wait, thick phlegm?! This is the Qianling Mausoleum that no one has broken into for thousands of years. How could there be such fresh thick phlegm? Could it be...
At this time, Ding Laosan raised his head and said slowly: "Brother Luo is right! Not only have we seen this statue before, but we have also walked this road before, damn! We have been going in circles!"
Upon hearing what Ding Laosan said, Lao Guitou couldn't bear it anymore. He put Wang Qi on the ground and sat down on the ground.
Ding Hao murmured in confusion: "We didn't see any forks in the road along the way. Could it be that this is a dead end?"
"Lao San, take out the map and show it to me."
Ding Laosan took out the secret map of the Qianling Mausoleum and handed it to Mr. Ye and said, "I have studied it carefully before. There are only a few turns in this tomb passage. At the end, you should reach a tomb chamber. Why are you here?"
In a circle?"
Ye Lao took the map and checked it for a long time. As Ding Laosan said, there were only a few turns marked on the map.
"It seems that there is a mechanism somewhere, hiding a secret passage. Lao San, you and Hao'er go and look for it. Brother Yu, Brother Luo, please continue to go forward, and I will go back.
We'll mark the whole way to see what's going on, and the others will stay here to rest."