Grave Robbers: The Man Who Walked Out of the Tomb of the Warring States Period

A cool cold breeze slowly streaked by.

Wang Ming couldn’t help but shiver, and the piercing chill woke him up.

This night in the deep mountains of Qinling seemed to be colder than he expected.

Just as he was about to wrap up the sheets and turn his head to sleep again, the faint sound of bells and drums lifted his spirits.

In the middle of the night, how can there be the sound of bells and drums, it doesn’t sound right.

At the same time, all kinds of warnings kept ringing in my head.

Wang Ming’s pet beasts also discovered the abnormality.

If it was just Wang Ming who heard it, he might think that he hadn’t woken up yet and had auditory hallucinations.

But with so many people hearing together, it’s obviously no joke.

A carp sat up straight, and Wang Ming looked at the source of the voice suspiciously.

If not, this bell and drum sound is not only real, but also getting closer?

At this time, the frightened tour guide during the day also woke up from his sleep.

Hearing this strange sound of bells and drums, his face instantly became ugly.

“Damn it! How did I forget about this stubble! ”

With a low roar, he hurriedly got up and wanted to escape, but he was stopped by the Sea Monkey King as soon as he took a step.

“Idiot, hurry up and run, this is a Yin soldier borrowing way!”

“Don’t go again, when the Yin Soldier team comes, we all have to finish playing!”

Seeing that what he said was vivid and his expression was like the real thing, Wang Ming did not take it lightly.

Yin soldiers borrow the way?

Isn’t this the trick that the little brother played in front of the bronze door, how did he run to the Qinling clamp ditch.

Wang Ming cleared his mind a little and quickly reacted.

This Yin soldier’s saying has actually been heard for a long time.

There have long been rumors in the nearby village that the clamp ditch is actually a plank road for Yin soldiers.

If you run into them and you happen to be on the side, they will carry you in an instant, that is, as the old saying goes, you have lost your soul.

I remember that naïve gave examples at that time.

The horse trough in Yunnan, legend has it that it was excavated by the army of the Southern Barbarian King Meng Yu, and it is still there even today.

As soon as the thunderstorm season arrives in that place, there is the sound of weapons clashing.

Another example is when a major earthquake was when the relief team entered the city and ran into a long procession of horse-drawn carriages carrying 100,000 heads.

But no matter how mysterious it is, these are just rumors, and they have not really appeared.

Could it be that the rules of this world have changed again, and there are really Yin soldiers here in Clip Ditch?

Of course, it is also possible that it is the naivety and old age in the memory, because I passed here during the day, so I did not bump into these.

Wang Ming’s expression became solemn, God knows how huge this Yin soldier team is, and it is definitely not a good thing to bump into it.

Feeling that the bell and drum were getting louder and louder, he immediately agreed to the tour guide’s words.

Anyway, let’s see what happens.

Wang Ming quickly took a group of pet beasts and ran towards the edge of the Tianshi Road on the line of Clamp Ditch.

The area around here is full of stones and trees, so it is still easy to hide.

Of course, the premise is that those “dark soldiers” will not have the ability to see through or scan.

The roaring bells and drums resounded throughout the valley to the point of deafening.

From the entrance of the valley, a procession emitting a blue and white glow was slowly approaching from afar.

The end of the line of sight became blurred, as if clouds had descended from the sky.

Where this team came from, it was completely obscured by clouds and mist, and it was impossible to see it real.

But they were indeed getting closer, beating gongs and drums as they walked.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Ming’s heart.

Isn’t this beating of a gong and a drum a red and white thing?

Why do you like to engage in these fancy things this year.

When the team came closer, Wang Ming finally saw the full picture of this Yin soldier.

The so-called Yin soldiers, to put it bluntly, are a group of ghosts.

However, since ancient feudal superstition, they have been given the name of “soldier”.

I saw that the ghosts in the distance were strange, but they were lined up neatly, holding all kinds of strange things in their hands, and they were about to walk into the clamp ditch.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Ming’s eyes, and he noticed a lot of strange places.

First of all, these Yin soldiers were wearing the clothes of sacrifice and filial piety, and they did not have the equipment and weapons of Yin soldiers at all.

Most of the things they held in their hands were white paper ties and incense vessels, which looked more like they were going to a funeral.

Beyond that, what’s even weirder are the sides of the line.

Wang Ming saw many short figures, bouncing and cheerful.

It turned out to be a group of stout monkeys with strange masks on their faces, holding various gongs and drums in their hands, beating and beating.

The sound they just heard was made by these monkeys.

It is no coincidence that these monkeys are entrenched outside the clamp groove and have surprisingly high IQs.

They’re not going to be ghost monkeys.

Or are these beasts domesticated by the Yin Army?

Wang Ming’s face became more and more strange.

If you say that those “Yin soldiers” are dressed, they are just nondescript.

The appearance of these monkeys beating gongs and drums is too strange.

At least for the Yin soldiers, it is very unreasonable.

“Under the Qin Mountains, the bronze ancient tree is the sacrificial altar of the ancient people.”

“That is, these guys are not Yin soldiers at all, but people who sacrifice in the underworld?”

Wang Ming suddenly figured it out.

The question now is, should you follow in and take a look?

The final destination of these ghosts must be the bronze ancient tree!

Just thinking about it, Wang Ming’s pupils contracted for a while.

In the distant group, the ghost riding a tall horse suddenly looked towards them.

Discovered?

The above is all counted as the first day, there are 5 chapters left today, suddenly found that tomorrow is coming again, cough, continue to make up for the arrears…