Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 125 The Unprecedented Maze

The tomb passage was pitch black, and the cool wind blowing on my body always gave me a feeling: there must be something extremely terrifying hidden at the end of this road!

"It seems to be going down, the temperature is getting lower and lower." Miss Qiu touched the goose bumps on her arms.

Old Yan gave a grunt, and said that the altitude was lower after going down the cliff, and it was lower after walking all the way to the mountainside. Now the tomb path still seems to be facing downward, and it is normal that the temperature is getting lower and lower.

"But." Miss Qiu kicked the tomb under her feet and said, "Look at this road, even the asphalt road in Yanjing City is not as advanced."

After she said that, we shifted our eyes from the wall to the bottom of the feet, and saw that the floor was paved with a layer of dark red floor tiles, which was very consistent with the surrounding environment, so we didn't pay attention when we first came in.

But these floor tiles are not made of stone, but also mixed with other materials, making the whole floor extremely smooth and very comfortable to the touch, but I can't see what materials are mixed.

"This technique is indeed too advanced! The floor is mainly made of marble, but the polishing technique is no less backward than it is now, especially it seems that there is an ingredient that is very similar to cement, which is used for fixing and bonding." Yazai He squatted down, touched the ground, and said softly after a long while: "There are only two possibilities, one is that this tomb is fake and we left empty-handed, and the other is that there was one in the ancient Shu Kingdom thousands of years ago." With this technology, it is incredible.”

cement?

I felt it on the ground, and I really didn't understand how Yazai could see the cement from the whole floor, but I knew it was his encyclopedia again from the looks of everyone else. As if taught by the master.

"It must be the latter." When I was thinking about it, Lao Yan said directly without thinking: "There are so many checkpoints outside, no one is capable of making such a big deal nowadays, it seems that this ancient The Kingdom of Shu hides too many unknown secrets..."

We all knew what Lao Yan said was right, and we were both terrified and full of desire to explore this Cancong tomb.

"Let's go."

Lao Yan wiped the ground with his feet, and continued to walk forward.

The silk on both sides is getting denser, and the outline of the image is getting clearer and clearer. However, the lines are still too simple. It can only be seen that this should be describing a sad past.

Yazai and Laoyan kept taking pictures along the road with their cameras. Although they took pictures to collect information, they looked like they were here for tourism, which alleviated a lot of fear.

"Don't you think the tomb passage is too long?"

I don't know how long I walked, I first saw the problem.Generally speaking, the length of the tomb passage has a fixed number, which is only 20 meters to 50 meters, and the longest is [-] meters.If it is too far away from the main tomb, there must be some forks in the middle leading to the shadow palace, which is the funeral room.

But we walked almost 100 meters, and encountered nothing in the middle, as if the road had no end.

Old Yan gave a grunt but didn't express anything else. He kept walking forward, and the others didn't respond, they just said they heard it.

"Old Smoke?" I called out.

He glanced back at me, then shook his head at me, made a silent gesture, and continued to walk back.

The boy walking beside me also put his hand on my shoulder, signaling me not to speak.

I just felt that the atmosphere was surprisingly weird, but seeing their expressions, I didn't dare to talk too much, so I could only follow their pace.

After walking like this for another five or six minutes, I grabbed Lao Yan and asked in a low voice: "This tomb passage is weird. We have been walking for less than half an hour. But all large tombs have certain specifications. The cemetery is not normal at all."

"I know." Lao Yan said solemnly: "But don't you think that every time you question the abnormality of this tomb passage, it will change?"

"Changed?" My face changed, and I looked around, but didn't find any flaws.

Lao Yan pointed to the silk on one side of the tomb wall and asked me to say again that the tomb passage was abnormal.

I stared at the silk, and said slowly that the tomb passage was abnormal, and then I saw a scene that shocked me: the image formed by the silk was a pair of men and women, but just after I finished saying this, The image on the wall of the tomb slowly turned into a group of people, and even the silk around it also changed.

"When did you find out?" I turned to look at the three of them.

"When you said it for the first time, I realized something was wrong just as I was about to reply to you, so I didn't say anything." Lao Yan explained. I didn't find it, but I was too lazy to talk to me.

Yazai opened his mouth and said softly: "That feeling of being watched is coming again!"

One sentence made my hair stand on end, and I didn't dare to say any more, I just followed them back slowly.

But going on like this is not an option, I took out a notebook from my backpack, wrote a line and handed it to Lao Yan, asking him what should I do next?
Lao Yan also returned quickly: play by ear.

I am a little helpless, but now there is no other way.

I took my notebook back and looked at the wall of the tomb as I walked, hoping to find out some mystery from inside, not to mention, looking at it really made me see something.The image on the tomb wall does not change when we say something is wrong, but changes suddenly every few minutes.

Originally, this subtle change was not easy to find, but with the experience of the woods outside, I noticed that it was obviously a scene of children playing in the first second, but suddenly turned into a bloody battlefield in the second second.

These images seem to be interrupted suddenly, giving me the feeling that we have suddenly moved from one space to another.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking that I was dazzled, but walking all the way, I found that such a situation would happen every 2 minutes or so, and there was no possibility that I could see it wrong every time.

"Old Yan, stop!"

When I discovered this, I stopped Laoyan, because it was useless to continue like this, and we seemed to have fallen into a strange circle.

For the sake of caution, we still communicate with the laptop, and Lao Yan asked me what kind of vicious circle I fell into?

I drew a few sudden changes that I saw along the way and wrote a sentence: What caused this situation?

Then I asked each of them to think of a reason. Lao Yan was very straightforward. He said it was a visual error. Some large tombs will have some tiny mechanisms or some lenses. Once the tomb robbers come in, they will be tricked by these mechanisms. Go round and round.Many tomb thieves are still at the entrance of the tomb, but they can't do it. In the end, they die of exhaustion and starvation. This is also a relatively advanced type of mechanism. destroyed.

I nodded thoughtfully. What he said was very possible, but I always felt that something was wrong, so I didn't express my opinion directly.

Miss Qiu felt that it was an illusion. The image made of silk was originally a very subjective thing. Different people saw it differently. Maybe what they saw was the same in the first second, and changed in the next second.

I shook my head and said: "No, I just made sure that the images before and after are indeed different, even the position of the silk is different."

After hearing my rebuttal, Ms. Qiu shrugged her shoulders indifferently, then handed the book to Yazai, and joked: "It's up to you, little encyclopedia!"

Yazai took the notebook, and his movements were even more crisp, and he wrote two words on the notebook: there are ghosts.

When Lao Yan saw the words on the notebook, he slapped the boy directly on the head: "Old Xu taught you in vain? How did he teach you such a feudal superstition with a red-haired old cadre?"

Yazai said disapprovingly that what we did was not a feudal superstition, what the hell is wrong, isn't there still zombies?

Lao Yan didn't bother to talk to him, and replied, "Can zombies and ghosts be the same?" He crossed out his answer and handed me the pen to write down my opinion.

I took the notebook, wrote two words, and handed it back to Lao Yan.

Lao Yan glanced at it, then widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "Maze?"

(End of this chapter)