Tomb Raiders in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 93
In the era when Zhang Faqiu first lived, people's lives depended on various technological means, and the flow of information was very developed. Whenever something incredible happened somewhere, it could be spread all over the world immediately. These things are also very curious, so I have read many anecdotal reports of this kind, saying that there were giants buried deep underground in ancient times!

Especially a rather special picture, a person standing in front of a huge skeleton, and the skeleton is three to four meters tall.

When Zhang Faqiu went down to the ground, he also thought about whether he would encounter this kind of mausoleum one day, but he didn't expect to see it here today!
"Dig it all, I'm afraid there is today's secret!" Zhang Faqiu beckoned everyone to speed up.

The benefits of having military power in troubled times immediately became apparent. Unlike before, cleaning up the soil had to be done by oneself. Zhang Faqiu almost hugged a few watermelons and ate them with a big spoon.

Soon, the huge finger bone revealed Lushan's true face, and it turned out to be a bone palm underneath!
It was gone from the wrist, and there was not even a little bit of rotten skin on the bones, as if it had been cleaned by someone.

The other four equally thick finger bones were also cleaned out. Zhang Faqiu carefully inspected the broken wrist. The incisions on this huge white bone were even, and it was really unimaginable what it was like. A weapon can cause such terrible damage to the owner of one hand.

Cut off with one knife!

His wrist was at least five times as thick as his fingers. Standing on the edge of the broken bone, Zhang Faqiu was amazed and amazed. Does this mean that there really are such giants in this world who hold the sky with one hand?

"Don't look, it's all dead. Clean up the soil first. The bottom here should be paved with stones." Zuo Xiaoqing's eyes glowed, urging everyone to act quickly.

Zhang Faqiu directed the soldiers to lift the terrifying palm away. It took almost 20 people to lift it.

The bones are hard, like refined iron.

Sure enough, after the huge skeletal hand was lifted away, a piece of ground made of green bricks was exposed underneath. Zuo Xiaoqing guessed it right, but Zhang Faqiu looked sideways at it.

A tomb door that was still emitting moisture appeared in front of Zhang Faqiu. As for the age, it is too easy to confirm. This is the tomb of the Han Dynasty. Small holes filled with mud and weeds.

The tombs of the Han Dynasty, or the tombs of more than one dynasty, have such a habit of leaving a mechanism next to the tomb. As long as you touch it a little, this mechanism will open. Some people call it the way of ascending to the immortal.

It is said that the souls of the dead will fly up to the sky along this place and ascend to the Paradise of Paradise. If this place is filled to death, the souls of the people will be trapped in the tomb forever and cannot be reborn.

This is a taboo and a good wish, but the underground magic gold people took advantage of it.

"Boom-"

After Zhang Faqiu activated the mechanism, the door of the tomb that had been buried under the soil for hundreds of years made a dull sound, and even the short hill above the tomb trembled slightly!
"This is a bit mysterious." Zhang Faqiu stepped forward, pushed the door of the tomb lightly, and said according to common sense, the door of the tomb should open by itself.

Under Zhang Faqiu's vigorous push, the tomb door shook and opened slowly... A black air flow so thick that it was visible to the naked eye suddenly burst out from the tomb passage!
"Back off!"

Zhang Faqiu yelled, closed his mouth immediately, and ran away quickly. The death in this ancient tomb is no joke. If a living person washes it in his mouth, it may turn into a dead body. Become a monster like Zongzi.

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Faqiu didn't feel any warmth. Why is there dead air in this soldier mound?
Ink-like dead air condensed on the tomb door with a gap open, like the god of death entrenched in front of him, looking at everyone with contempt in his eyes.

"My lord! Grab a living thing and try it out!" Zhang Biao suddenly said behind Zhang Faqiu. Zhang Faqiu had an idea. Others were afraid of this thing, and they would die if they got even a little bit of it. But Zhang Biao was different. It belongs to a very strong Yin Qi, and to Zhang Biao, it is completely a tonic like the thousand-year-old ginseng.

Seeing Zhang Faqiu looking him up and down, Zhang Biaohan smiled, and waved in front of Zhang Faqiu a rabbit he caught at some time.

In the end, Zhang Faqiu struggled endlessly, and pointed to the door of the tomb: "Go up, crawl on the edge and take a few breaths!"

"Don't..." Zhang Biao turned pale with fright, "My lord, don't be joking."

"I haven't told you that you are the legendary body of pure yin, and taking things is simply a great tonic for you!" Zhang Faqiu guided carefully.

"Don't! My lord, if I don't do something well, you just say that I will definitely change it! I must change it!" Zhang Biao was so anxious that he was about to cry. Isn't this killing him?It's so dark and full of air, it makes people feel uncomfortable just looking at it.

"Er..." Zhang Faqiu was stunned, "You will know if you try it. I promised your father to ask you to be a general in the army. How could it possibly harm you?"

"My lord!" Zhang Biao really wanted to kneel down.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Faqiu looked at a big man standing in front of him, as wronged as a little daughter-in-law, couldn't take it anymore, and shouted loudly, Zhang Biao gritted his teeth and walked forward with a mournful face. He quickly touched the cloud of black air with his hand, and the owner of the hand was chilly, not as scary as imagined, so he relaxed a lot...

However, at this moment, Zhang Biao saw that black air penetrated into his skin!In just three or two breaths, the black air attached to the tomb door rushed into Zhang Biao's body.

Halfway through Zhang Biao's "Ah—" he was ready to die, but suddenly he felt very refreshed, as if he had taken a hot bath and drank two catties of spirits, warm , indescribably comfortable.

"I've said it all, this thing is not harmful to you, whose lord would murder his subordinates?" Zhang Faqiu chuckled, and with a light push, the tomb door appeared in front of everyone!

There are usually no secret passages in the weapon tomb, so Zhang Faqiu threw the gray rabbit in his hand into it.

"Bam—"

The gray rabbit fell heavily on the ground, then spread its feet and ran away thinking about the depths of the tomb.

"Look, animals are the most spiritual, and there will be no problem where the rabbit runs past." Just when everyone was surprised, Zhang Faqiu lit a torch and walked in.

Everyone didn't hesitate, and just followed in. There are so many people, it's easy to do things, and this sentence is very applicable to any place.

There is a weapon rack in the tomb. It can be seen that the weapon rack is made of high-quality pear blossom wood, but it has rotted away, and some weapons are scattered on the ground.

This is really a soldier's grave, just like what Zhang Faqiu expected.

Going deeper, the space becomes very open. The bottom has been hollowed out to the size of a football field. Five-colored soil stands in a row. Between the white and red soil, there is a ladder built. , can accommodate one person to pass, and in the middle of the five-color altar, there is a very simple and incomparable big tripod, with three legs and two ears. Looking from a distance, it gives people a sense of simplicity and atmosphere, rushing towards the face .

Around the cauldron, under the soil of every color, there is a stream of water as thick as a thumb, flowing out from the depths of the altar.

Zuo Xiaoqing said before that originally there was no water vein here, but a master made a move and captured a water vein from another place, which became the source of the West River.

The place where one of the nine tripods is buried must have incense and worship, so the person who buried the ancient tripod began to make arrangements, so that within a few decades, there will be people walking away from this place. The people will worship the river god, and the power of the people's sacrifice will go up the river and gather in the ancient tripod.

There is a saying that the artifacts of the country that were handed down in ancient times were forged by the ancient emperor in this way, gathering the power of faith from all the people in the world, and blessing it on a piece of artifact, the artifact will change, with incredible Power, this is called an artifact!
Zuo Xiaoqing seemed very excited. She said to Zhang Faqiu, "Did you see it? At the front of the ancient tripod, there was a magic lamp. Only the magic lamp was lit up again under the sacrifices of the people on both sides of the river. This magic weapon You will see the light again and return to the time of the ancient emperor, which is enough to suppress the luck of a country!"

Zhang Faqiu squinted his eyes and looked over. Where could he see any magical lamps? The only one that had a very strong visual sense was the big tripod placed on the altar.

Zhang Faqiu stepped forward, but fortunately there was no danger. He took a torch to shine a light, and saw that there was indeed a bronze lamp on the floor tiles.

The big tripod has an ancient and clumsy form, and the magic lamp has an ancient and elegant form.

The two objects are placed here casually, giving people a very atmospheric feeling.

"Here is a piece of jade slip!" Zuo Xiaoqing's eyes were sharp, and he saw the magic lamp from a distance, and when he walked in, he found a piece of jade slip!

The text on the jade slips is the official script that was popular in the Han Dynasty, and it looks effortless.

"Oh, it really belongs to this guy Wang Mang!" After reading it, Hua Zhangaqiu was very disdainful, and Wang Mang's bones were actually stored in the cauldron.

The above record is very clear, Liu Xiu led the army to break Chang'an, Wang Mang shot a vital point, and was about to die. At this time, a Taoist priest who followed Wang Mang told Wang Mang, I have a way to make the emperor survive, and put the emperor's body to death. After special treatment, put it in the ancient tripod, and then ask people to worship you every year. In this way, as long as the magic lamp in front of the ancient tripod lights up, the emperor will be resurrected.

Wang Mang was about to die at that time, and when he heard that there was still a way to bring himself back to life, he immediately nodded in agreement, and ordered the generals and soldiers who followed him to escape from Chang'an to obey the Taoist priest.

(End of this chapter)