My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 702: Giant Hole
The snow pressed heavily on the branches, and as the gentle sound of stepping on the snow and the slow voice of the man sounded from below, the snow began to fall.

"...The northern Shengnu people not only produced Anuhu, but also Na Yanduo. He was supported by the Great Xia Emperor Changsheng Wu, and he is a very smart guy. After he has taken control of the Shengnu tribe, the emperor can concentrate on his business in the south."

“The Shengnu people… originally belonged to the Yan Kingdom before Daxia, so the emperor of Daxia has always been worried about them, even when he supported a new tribe leader.

The Shengnu Army was hidden for a long time, and only when we marched south to the Central Plains did we have a place to use them because we didn’t have enough troops.”

Su Chen's words floated slowly in the snow. He was like an old gentleman telling a story. His voice and story were full of charm.

Except for those Central Asians, almost everyone else who could understand Chinese listened. Fu Gutong was no exception. He had a deep understanding of history and had studied this period of history, but he couldn't tell it like a story as if he knew all about it by heart like this young man.

It is even difficult to doubt and discern whether what the other party says is true.

Because he was not clear about some details.

But what he knew was basically the same as what the other party said, and it was even less detailed than what the other party said.

"How does this man know so much? Could he be... a colleague?" Fu Gutong pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose. In his industry, there was indeed a group of people who knew history very well and could accurately infer the locations of some mysterious tombs through historical documents.

Once you have doubts in your heart, the more you look at the other person, the more suspicious they will seem.

"He speaks as if he is the emperor." One of the eight archaeologists following Fu Gutong laughed, "Why don't you tell us more about the harem? How many courtyards and gates are there?"

Everyone burst into laughter. Although the laughter was not loud, it was quite harsh.

Now that Ni Yuhan knew that the archaeological team members she knew were all cultural relic dealers and tomb robbers, she was afraid to talk to them. She anxiously moved her mouth and winked at Su Chen, and shook her fingers quickly with her gloved hands, whispering: "Don't be angry, ignore them... Go and worship your ancestors quickly, bye!"

Finally, she blinked a few more times, just to make Su Chen feel that she was unnatural, and then become suspicious and find a chance to call the police.

The woman's expression was not very good, but fortunately Su Chen understood what she meant and decided to leave it to the police.

"Okay, I'll be leaving now. You guys continue to look for a place to plan a custom hunting ground."

Su Chen smiled knowingly, then waved and smiled at the woman who was slightly delighted, and at Fu Gutong who was frowning over there, then he was about to pass this group of people with his luggage bag.

Just when he was about to overtake the professor, a man with a Central Asian face stood in front of Su Chen, stopped him, and shook his index finger.

"Sir, our Professor Fu hasn't let you go yet."

"professor?"

Ni Yuhan looked at Fu Gutong somewhat uneasily. The professor seemed not to have heard what the woman said. Instead, he came to Su Chen and straightened his collar with a smile.

"Little brother, I'm afraid you can't leave alone for the time being. Why don't you come with us first and then go down the mountain when the time is right."

The professor basically did not allow Su Chen to refuse. He took a step back, and the Central Asian man called three of his men to surround Su Chen.

"Don't hide your secrets. I understand you Orientals very well!"

The Central Asian man had a ferocious face, a beard on his chin, dark brown skin, and a small scimitar hanging from his waist that looked like a work of art.

"You want to survey the hunting terrain, why don't you let me go down the mountain? This is not a deep mountain, there is no need to worry about getting lost."

Su Chen pretended not to know, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Fu Gutong and the people around him with an unhappy expression.

However, in the eyes of everyone, his unhappy expression was actually the final stubbornness of his resistance. With a playful smirk, someone stepped forward and pushed him.

"Let's go."

"Haha, it's just your bad luck."

Su Chen was tall and could not be shaken at all by the opponent's push. With his back to the crowd, Su Chen's eyes were already filled with murderous intent.

"Then... I'll follow you."

Su Chen did not fight back, but paused for a moment before speaking calmly. But to others, this pause sounded like he was stuttering out of fear.

Over there, Fu Gutong nodded with a smile, and then called to the Central Asian man: "Bansai, take him and follow us."

No matter whether they are in the same industry or not, Fu Gutong will not let the other party leave alone.

Immediately, someone took Su Chen's cell phone away.

On this side, seeing that Su Chen was left behind and his communication was taken away, Ni Yuhan was almost in despair. She walked beside Su Chen, muttering in a voice that only she could hear.

"Can't you just walk faster? You can run away anyway, they definitely can't catch up with you. Now you're in their hands..."

The woman probably thought, "We are finished," and desperately followed the route planned by Fu Gutong and went deep into the snow-capped mountains.

Another half an hour passed, when everyone's strength was almost exhausted in the cold, a ruined small mountain temple appeared in their sight.

"Let's go and take a look." A dilapidated small temple suddenly appeared in the vast snow and wind, which made Fu Gutong's tone a little excited. He walked quickly with a trekking pole.

Others followed closely.

Under the broken eaves covered with snow, there was a faded door plaque hanging above the entrance hall, which had existed for who knows how long.

Words can be vaguely seen from the blurred carvings.

Fu Gutong asked someone to take down the door plaque. He spread soft paper on it and traced the characters on it with a paint pen.

"The Temple of Eternal Life..."

Building a temple for sacrifice...it must be here. Fu Gutong was so excited when he looked at the ancient text copied from the plaque on the door.

He stood up, pushed up his glasses, and turned his head slightly to look at the people behind him, "Go in and take a look."

The eight archaeological team members who came with him were birds of a feather with him. They took advantage of Fu Gutong and helped resell cultural relics.

The dilapidated temple in front of us has obvious historical traces and is located in a deserted place. If Fu Gutong had not pieced together this route from clues found in several ancient books, he would probably have no chance to see this small temple.

“I can’t tell the age…but judging from the shape and structure, it’s not a building from the last few hundred years.”

The eight people were all very sharp-eyed. If they hadn't come here to explore the tomb and take something more valuable, they would have wanted to protect this dilapidated temple immediately.

The crowd walked into the temple one after another. The space inside was very small, with only a stone platform for enshrining statues. The clothes and appearance of the stone statues had long been blurred.

"Strange, why is there so little dust?"

The careful person first checked the dust on the ground and the altar. He suddenly found that there was dust, but not much. It felt like it had been vacant for only 10 to 20 years at most, and the altar did not look old or rotten.

"Professor Fu, could there be something wrong?" Ban Sai had the two men brought in while following behind Fu Gutong, feeling confused about this place.

Fu Gutong did not answer him, but frowned and scanned the temple. He carefully observed the altar, stone statues, walls, and every corner.

Just when Su Chen and Ni Yuhan were brought in, he vaguely saw something.

"No, the interior space of this temple is not equal to the building area. There must be other spaces that are covered up."

Su Chen, who heard this after crossing the threshold, sighed: "He is really rushing to die."

"What did you say?"

Ni Yuhan heard what he muttered, but because there were other people talking around her, she didn't hear clearly. When she asked this question, the people who were checking the Central Asians in the temple and the people they brought with them immediately found a secret door behind the altar.

"This secret room is most likely a passage that the craftsmen who built the mausoleum secretly left for themselves."

Fu Gutong made this guess based on his knowledge, and immediately excitedly asked his men to open the dark bronze door from under the wooden board.

The two Central Asians pulled the copper ring, their faces flushed. Amid the creaking and twisting sound of metal, the heavy door panel slowly rose up.

The moment it was opened, a dark hole was revealed.

A wind blew up.

Su Chen, who was standing not far away, watched the scene and stepped lightly, causing the ground beneath his feet to shake instantly.

The dozen or so people who were about to drop torches to test the oxygen concentration below became unsteady on their feet, with panic on their faces.

"what happened?"

"Hold on tight!"

"Isn't it an earthquake?!"

Amid the chaotic conversation, in less than a few seconds, they saw dozens or even hundreds of cracks appear on the ground beneath their feet.

Bansai was the first to see the huge hole under the crack and realized that the temple was built on top of the huge hole.

"God……"

He murmured.

"Help!" Fu Gutong was so scared that he hugged the stone statue.

The next second, the entire dilapidated temple made crackling sounds and collapsed as they shouted in panic.

Everyone just felt their feet go empty, and they fell into an abyss like a huge mouth along with the floor tiles, walls and broken tiles.

(End of this chapter)