Mystery Leaks

Chapter 161 The Bone Relic
"It's over!"

A thought flashed through my mind, and then I was slapped and slapped, staring at the stars, and hit the ground heavily. I was suddenly paralyzed, and I couldn't use any strength. It took a long time to feel better, and I hurried to go Touching the phone, suddenly touched a row of very sharp things, like spears.

I retracted my hand like lightning, and turned on the phone's light to see, and I was scared out of my wits.

I was lying on top of a pile of spikes, and the shield that was about to come was just under it. If it wasn't like this, I would have been pierced by hundreds of spikes at this moment.

The spears were nailed to the bottom with a length of more than one meter and an interval of only one foot. If a person fell from below at high speed, there was absolutely no reason for them to be spared.Just put the shield under it, luck can be called against the sky.

Then, I carefully poked my head out and looked down, and my whole body was even more excited.

There are several sets of white bones underneath, which were stabbed to death by falling from above, counting them carefully, there are as many as five.

I was supposed to follow in their footsteps, but by accident, I didn't die.

Looking at these white bones dressed in different ages, I was shocked. I was wrong. This place has not been sealed. It is ironclad evidence.

Especially the top one, wearing a Chinese tunic suit with shiny metal buttons.In addition, there is a man wearing a military coat next to him, which looks like a Japanese military uniform.

I instinctively thought of the Japanese soldiers who went up the mountain before and died. Hundreds of them went up the mountain. They were bombed and gunned. The village also disappeared without a trace.

I thought they should have failed completely, but looking at it now, it is not entirely true. There has been some progress. At least a "specimen" has been left here forever, and it is still an officer.

I just don't know why they suffered a disastrous defeat and all died. Maybe the things inside are more fierce and dangerous.

Afterwards, I observed the surrounding environment and found that this was a trap pit, and there was nothing else. I hurriedly took a photo upwards, but found that the passage was not straight, but turned a few turns. What was the situation above and how deep was it? , I don't know anything.

I was a little panicked immediately, the mechanism was turned on and then turned off, even if it wasn't turned off, the tomb robbers probably wouldn't have much motivation to save me, the only hope was Huang Mao.

Otherwise, I will be empty-handed, and I will starve to death if I survive a catastrophe.

I yelled a few times to the top, hoping that the people above would hear it and quickly throw a rope down to pull me up.

But no one responded, only his own voice echoed.

I was almost desperate. I was like a wild animal who had fallen into a trap specially designed for wild boars.

At this moment, I scanned the light on my mobile phone and found something reflecting light under the spikes. After searching carefully, I found that there was something similar to a mirror in the corner of the rotting pocket of the remains of the Chinese tunic suit.

My heart skipped a beat, those who could come in and die here are not simple people, nine out of ten are grave robbers, and the things they leave behind are probably not ordinary.

Furthermore, if a tomb robber goes down to the tomb, if it is not necessary, who will come down with a useless mirror? It is definitely not easy.

After a closer look, the Japanese officer in the military overcoat also had a ruler-long short blade in his hand. It looked very simple in shape, slightly upturned, like a bull's horn, narrower than a knife, and wider than a thorn.

In addition, there was a cloth bag on the ground. It was not known which corpse left it behind. It was left alone on the side, and there seemed to be something in the bulging bag.

"Fill it up, there must be something good!" I thought to myself, but soon I was in trouble again, because my hands were not that long and I didn't have any tools. I tried to break off those thorns, but found that I couldn't do it at all.

After searching, I turned my attention to my belt and keys.The key ring can be straightened to make a simple hook, and the strap allows the hook to go down.

As soon as I thought of it, I made a rope hook with a belt and a key ring, and hooked the cloth bag first, because it has a tie on it, which is the best hook.

When I hooked it up, I opened it, and found that there was a milky white pearl inside, which produced a circle of milky white halo when illuminated, which was as big as the yolk of an egg. It was definitely a treasure.

"Get rich!"

I am secretly happy, such a big, round and perfectly lustrous pearl, I am afraid that all my belongings will not be worth it.

But then he thought about whether he could go out or not, and his joy was diluted a lot.

I checked the bag again and found that it was very smooth, and I don’t know how long it had been placed, but there was no sign of decay. It looked like it was made of some kind of silk, and it was kept in the shade in my hand, like a goose in a well. soft rock.

I fasten it to my belt, and grab the second, the horn knife.

It looks very sharp, and maybe it can help me climb up from here, if I cut the blue stone and dig out "steps" that I can fall on one by one.

There is only one place where the horn knife can be hooked, and that is the end of the handle. There is a ring on it, but it is held in the hand that has turned into bones, blocking most of it.

The rope hook hooked over, but the bone hand broke with a snap, and fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.The dagger groaned softly, as if the surrounding air trembled.

"I'll go, baby too!"

I was overjoyed again, Huang Mao told me that with a light flick of a truly superior weapon, there would be the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. I have never heard the sound of dragons and tigers, but this horn knife seems to be quite close.

It took a lot of work to hook it up.

Hastily wiped it with his sleeve, and found that the knife was quite heavy, twice as heavy as an iron tool of the same size.I don't know what the blade is made of, it's very sharp, it's black and doesn't reflect light, only the handle is made of copper, it should be brass, and there is a chrysanthemum pattern engraved on it, which is indeed Japanese.

I put it away carefully, and went to fish for the mirror.

But this was difficult. The mirror was put in the pocket of the Chinese tunic, and there was nowhere to hook it down.

Reluctantly, I turned my attention back to the short knife with horns that I had just hooked up. If I can cut open my pocket with the short knife, I think it will be successful.

I immediately cut a strip of cloth on my body, tied the short knife to my belt, and repeatedly scratched the pocket with the horned sword. To my surprise, it was cut in a few strokes. Incredibly, the mirror slid out of it.

It is a bronze surface, very bright, but it is obviously not made of glass, the pattern looks very simple, it is definitely an old object, and it can be worth a lot of money when it is sold as a cultural relic.

There is also a lug at the end of the mirror, and a red cloth strip is tied to the upper surface.

I hooked it up a few times, and looked more carefully, and found that the "lens" is not copper, but something similar to jade. The silhouette of the person in the photo looks a little blurry, far inferior to the current glass mirror, and other parts It is made of bronze, and green rust has grown on it, and even the lines are blurred.

Afterwards, I hung the mirror on the belt of my trousers, took off the horn knife, stood up carefully, and cut on the bluestone slab.To my ecstasy, when the ox horn knife cut into the bluestone brick, it was like being inserted into the soil, very easily.

I started digging immediately, and dug a hole in it that I could step on my toes. As long as I dug up one by one, I could get out by myself.

Of course, the premise is that I have enough physical strength. I just fell down, ping-pong-pong, and I don’t know how high I fell.

"Boom!"

"Meng Lei, are you dead or not?"

But at this moment, there was a bang from above, as if the bluestone slab was opened, and a familiar voice came down.

Tears almost filled my eyes, Huang Mao, this grandson, finally came to save me.

"I'm below, save me!" I yelled.

"Let's throw the rope down, and tell me when you tie it up!" Another voice came, and it turned out to be nonsense, and he also came in.

After the voice fell, a rope slid down from above with a "shua".I hurriedly tied the rope around my waist and let the top pull it.

Huang Mao and Hu Lai responded, pulled the rope, and pulled me up step by step.

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(End of this chapter)