My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 703: The Mythical Great Xia Dragon Bird
In the darkness, there is a feeling of falling rapidly.

The biting cold wind blew upwards on Ni Yuhan's face. She fell downwards with her mouth wide open, almost unable to scream. Occasionally, she could hear the dull sound of people's bodies hitting the hard rocks beside her.

I will fall to my death too...

During her brief thought, the woman suddenly felt someone holding her waist, and her whole body suddenly felt light. When she came to her senses, her feet were already firmly on the flat ground.

In an instant, some people rolled down, and some boulders crashed somewhere nearby. The splashed fine stones hit the calves, and Ni Yuhan screamed "Ah!" in pain.

Ni Yuhan squatted down and rubbed her calves. In the darkness, someone was groaning in pain, and then the professor's voice rang out: "Wolf Eyes!"

"Looking for it!"

After a while, a dazzling light appeared in the darkness. Ni Yuhan lowered her head and raised her hand to block the light source. After adjusting for a moment, she put her hand down.

Two more wolf-eye flashlights lit up around.

The light flashed around, and the woman saw that there was a stone-carved mountain wall in front of her, with the remains of the fallen mountain temple scattered nearby, and on the other side, there were faded bronze lamp posts or various stone sculptures standing.

Did this fall into a tomb?
At this point, she could hardly make up her mind and instinctively moved towards the light source. At this time, there were only nine people who could still move there, and they were busy dragging the wounded out of the ruins and bandaging them.

Unfortunately, most of the companions who were dragged out had already fallen to death or were crushed to death when they fell.

Among the eight archaeologists who followed Fu Gutong, five were killed by the fall. Among the remaining three, one had a broken leg and was lying on the ground crying hysterically.

The Central Asians had the largest number of people and were the most miserable. Among the dozen or so people, only Bansai and two hired locals were still alive.

Others were either hung on the horns of stone dragons, or had their abdomens pierced by broken stone pillars, or had their heads smashed to pieces by falling bricks from the temple walls...

"professor."

Even though she knew that Fu Gutong was a tomb robber and had other intentions in bringing her to Beifeng Ridge, compared with her current situation, Ni Yuhan could only ask him for help.

After taking a few steps to the other person's side, she felt a little relieved. Then she scanned the faces of the people around her and suddenly found that a person named Su Chen was missing.

Is he...dead?
The Central Asian man, Bansai, who had counted the bodies and wounded, came over and said, "Professor, there is still one body missing."

Fu Gutong was holding a flashlight and examining a bronze sparrow pillar in front of him carefully. He didn't pay much attention to Ban Sai's words and replied casually.

“Maybe it’s hanging there and hasn’t fallen off.”

After saying that, he took a deep breath and couldn't close the smile on his lips.

"It's God's will! God is really helping us. The burial place of the founding emperor of Daxia is right in front of us!"

Speaking of this, everyone had some guesses.

Hearing Fu Gutong's confirmation, everyone's heartbeat quickened. Besides, there were fewer people, so if they went out to trade in cultural relics, they would get more money than before.

"Professor, are you sure?"

"If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself." Fu Gutong asked one of the surviving archaeologists to come over, and the latter and the others smiled.

"The professor has approved it, so there is no need for us to do anything extra."

"Let's go explore this tomb, Bansai!" Fu Gutong instructed the Central Asian man who was walking in front with a flashlight, "You go ahead and be careful of the traps."

After all, this is not a tomb-raiding novel, and there are no weird things like ghosts and gods.

The only thing you need to be careful about is the mechanism.

"This is the northern carving style of the Xia Dynasty. In addition, the army of the founding of the Xia Dynasty wasted the country's financial and human resources and advocated conquest. His tomb must be full of military decorations!"

The flashlights they flickered showed that just as Fu Gutong had said, in the funerary chamber which covered an area of ​​almost one acre, there were many decayed weapons scattered on the ground. The number and scale of these weapons were something they had never seen before in all their years of archaeological work.

"Just taking these weapons out would bring in a lot of money. If they were foreigners, they would definitely be willing to pay a high price for their collection."

“Why do you want to take them all out?”

Fu Gutong walked behind Bansai and turned back to the two archaeologists who were talking and said with a smile: "Things are valuable because they are rare. If there are too many of them, they are worthless."

He would occasionally glance at the woman next to him, probably to test her reaction.

Ni Yuhan forced herself to smile and nodded in agreement, even using a slightly coquettish tone: "Professor, is there a share for me this time? Did you ask me to come here just to let me take a look? I almost fell to my death just now."

It finally dawned on me.

Fu Gutong was in a good mood, and now the woman he coveted came close to him, making him even happier, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Yes, everything. Just follow the professor and you'll have everything. Haha!"

Bansai in front of him also turned his head slightly and said, "Professor, the King's Sword belongs to me. You promised me that before."

The founding army of Daxia had two weapons, a sword and a saber. Giving one to the enemy would not be a loss.

Fu Gutong just couldn't understand why this Central Asian man was willing to spend manpower and financial resources to come here from Central Asia and explore the tomb with him in Beifengling, just for this knife.

"Is there anything special about this knife?"

"Now that we're here, I won't hide anything from you!"

Bansai stopped and raised his hand, illuminating a stone door in front of the corridor with the strong light of the flashlight. "In Central Asia, the king of Daxia once chopped down the Western emperor who had turned into a monster. The knife has the power to split everything. The person who holds it can summon countless stone soldiers from underground to fight with the knife!"

Fu Gutong had also heard some of these rumors in China, and they were all treated as myths, such as the martial god's aura and meteorites falling from the sky, which were even more exaggerated than those in Central Asia.

As a person in modern society, how could he believe such nonsense?

Of course, as a professional tomb robber, he still tried not to laugh, and pursed his lips and hummed twice in agreement.

"The knife must be buried with him as a treasure in his coffin. We can get it when the time comes to open the museum."

At the end of the corridor, Fu Gutong, who was speaking slowly, looked at Ban Sai and the other two with high spirits as they slowly pushed open the stone door in front of them. The archaeological team members on the left and right moved their flashlights to drive away the darkness inside the stone door.

What everyone saw was a stone statue sitting on a throne standing in the shadow, and under the stairs in front of the statue was a huge stone coffin lying horizontally.

After Bansai and the other two checked to see if there was any mechanism, Fu Gutong walked to the side of the coffin and stroked the carved patterns on it inch by inch with his gloved hands.

"It is such an exquisite carving, only the emperor can enjoy it."

Fu Gutong took a step back, his originally excited eyes were gradually covered by greed, and he glanced at the large sarcophagus in front of him.

"The most illustrious emperor of his generation must have buried his most precious things with him. The opportunity to become extremely wealthy is now before us!"

"let me!"

The more Ban Sai listened, the more excited he became. The Great Xia Dragon Bird that he had dreamed of getting since he was a child was about to be in his hands. Now, he shook his hands, took off his gloves, and quickly touched the coffin, looking for the mechanism to open it.

Just when he was searching in vain and was about to use brute force to open the coffin, Ni Yuhan, who was helping with the flashlight, suddenly screamed and hurriedly pointed at the stone statue sitting on the throne in front of him.

"like!"

Fu Gutong was shocked and turned around and shouted: "What do you mean?!"

Then, he followed the direction the woman pointed and glanced at the seated stone statue. The others also looked over subconsciously.

"The appearance of this stone statue is somewhat familiar... I seem to have seen it somewhere!"

Ni Yuhan was a little trembling. She whispered, "Professor, he looks like the handsome guy who was offering sacrifices to the ancestors before."

This sentence instantly woke everyone up.

One of the archaeologists swallowed and agreed, "You know what... it really... it really looks like it, it's just like it was carved based on that person's appearance."

"Open the coffin quickly and don't scare yourself!"

Fu Gutong hated hearing these supernatural things the most. If the emperor really had that kind of ability, he would not be lying in the coffin.

After being scolded by him, everyone calmed down and helped Bansai to slowly move the tightly sealed coffin lid open a little.

Everyone who was prepared to smell the foul odor ended up smelling nothing.

With only a hand's space left, Fu Gutong raised his flashlight and shone it inside. There was nothing inside the coffin.

"A fake grave?"

"The Immortal Emperor is not buried here?!"

After asking himself these two questions in a row, Fu Gutong's face became extremely ugly. He was no longer prepared to go back. He would take a few easy-to-carry cultural relics with Ni Yuhan and flee to a foreign country together, living a life of ecstasy.

But in the end, so many people died, but all they found was an empty coffin.

"Look, look everywhere again, I don't believe this is a suspicious tomb!"

He was almost hysterical. Ban Sai's mood was naturally not much better, so he asked everyone else to move, and even asked Ni Yuhan to help with the search.

This main tomb chamber was not big. As everyone was searching along the walls for possible mechanisms, they went around to the back of the throne and discovered an obvious corridor leading directly to the darkness at the rear.

"This is clearly the main tomb chamber, why is there another one?"

At the moment, Fu Gutong was too lazy to remember the distribution of the tomb chambers. He led everyone to walk inside little by little with flashlights in hand, and passed a palace door that looked like a royal palace.

Ni Yuhan looked up and saw the three characters "Hall of Renjie" carved above the hall door.

As soon as they entered, a damp and cold air spread across everyone's faces. In the strong light, there were gray-black stone statues, with different appearances and armor, holding different weapons, and posing in different shapes, standing on the left and right sides of the hall.

"After the death of the Great Xia Changsheng Wu Emperor, he wanted the support of all the civil and military officials in the court..."

In the team, an archaeologist whispered: "No wonder he is not lying in the coffin, it turns out he came here to attend the court."

It was originally a joke, but at this moment, everyone looked at the stone statues in various postures and felt a chill for no reason and got goose bumps.

Ni Yuhan didn’t know if her eyes were blurry, but she seemed to see the eyes of a nearby stone statue suddenly move and look towards her.

Well……

She covered her mouth with her hand and stood still.

(End of this chapter)