Simulated Archeology: Start Digging Ancestral Graves, You Can Really Punish

Fatty Wang's bag of jade has been exhausted.

He simply closed his eyes, wanting to lie down for a while.

But at a time like this, how could it be possible to fall asleep, with his eyes looking towards everyone.

But found that at this time they were all sitting motionless on the ground, waiting quietly.

"I'll go, you guys are too temperamental, aren't you?"

"Isn't it too long for this damn wooden door to move once?"

"Could it not be, the next time the wooden door moves will be several days later..."

Everyone heard Fatty Wang's words.

But still silent.

It's just that they didn't have Fatty Wang's thoughts in their hearts...

But at this time, there is no other way but to wait.

Another hour and a half passed, and Fatty Wang had completely turned into a cat about to explode.

Walking around, the person who was still calm was also a little upset.

"Fatty Wang, can you fucking stop wandering around? If you want to stroll, you leave this corridor and go in another direction. No one will pay attention to you."

Fatty Wang rolled his eyes at the blind man, and naturally understood what he said.

The expression on his face was slightly displeased, but he sat down quietly.

And Hu Liuyi also took advantage of this time to come to Liu Lang's side.

"Little brother, after hearing Fatty Wang's words, I also remembered a similar story."

Hearing Hu Liuyi's voice, Liu Lang also looked at him, wanting to hear what he could say.

At this time, there is no time to worry about whether these are nonsense.

Maybe any clue related to this kind of thing can break the current deadlock.

"Actually, the story I've heard is different from the situation we're encountering now, but I think it may be somewhat related."

"Old Hu, what are you still talking about at this time, if you know anything, you can tell it quickly, I'm almost dying of anxiety, I don't want to be trapped in a broken corridor like this and can't get out."

"Damn!" Hu Liuyi sighed.

But he ignored Fatty Wang and told Liu Lang the story.

"I don't know, have you ever heard of such a tomb? This kind of tomb may only be opened once in decades or even hundreds of years."

"And for the rest of the time, the door will remain closed. It doesn't work, and it's impossible to open it by any means."

Before Hu Liuyi finished speaking, Fatty Wang began to refute.

"Isn't this a routine in the novel?"

But the next second he was dumbfounded.

He patted his head violently.

"Old Hu, you mean that just now is the time for that wooden door to appear."

"But it will take decades to wait for the next appearance of that wooden door."

"If this is true, then aren't we going to be so permanently trapped in the tunnel and unable to get out?"

Hu Liuyi's face was also not good-looking.

"I'm just guessing that we can't see what this whole institution is like from God's perspective."

"But what I said, the possibility that this tunnel will move every ten years is not equal to zero..."

"When we came in, it just happened to be the time when the wooden door of the corridor opened, and when we were trapped, it happened to coincide with the time when the corridor was permanently closed..."

"Then what should we do now?" Fatty Wang was in a hurry. If this was the case, even if the gods came, there was no way to save them.

at this time

The blind man beside him raised his foot without saying a word, and kicked it vigorously.

The tall vermilion lacquered door opened with a bang!

Suddenly gusts of wind gushed out.

Everyone remembered the curse on the door, and they couldn't help but sweat profusely on their faces.

Chapter 74: Two-Story Mural

"It will definitely not be this thing..."

The black blind man said it word by word.

Hu Liuyi also shook his head, saying that the two things lying behind Fatty Wang and the two things he saw on the bridge just now are definitely not the same thing.

Fatty Wang's attention was on the red coffin just now.

He was startled by the sudden movement of Liu Lang and others, and didn't know what happened.

But when he saw that Liu Lang's black gold ancient saber was pointing at the side of his head, he knew it wasn't him. He immediately realized something and turned his head to look over his shoulder.

At this sight, he met that extremely white face, and the fat man was instantly dumbfounded.

The cigarette he lit just now out of fear also fell to the ground, and he froze there.

The person lying on the fat man's back shrank ghostly behind the fat man's shoulders.

There was no reaction to Fatty's turning his head.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, looking at each other affectionately.

Where did this man come from?

Everyone was dumbfounded. When they entered the tomb just now, they almost scanned all the places with their flashlights.

Although there is no such thing as carefulness, it is definitely impossible for such a big person to appear out of thin air.

In other words, when a few people came in just now, this 'person' was not here, so how could he suddenly appear on Fatty's back?

Liu Lang was thinking about it.

At this time, Hu Liuyi, who was in the corner, seemed to have the same idea as Liu Lang.

It's just that he turned his gaze to the surrounding walls.

He felt that the previous wall moved again.

Then something really went wrong.

"Fuck! It really moved again!"

"What's moving again?" the blind man asked.

But when his eyes flicked over, he understood.

What he said moved was the corridor of the entire tomb.

And the most intuitive evidence to prove this is.

When everyone came in before, the walls here were blank.

But I don't know when these walls actually had a large number of colorful murals.

But how did the person who designed this mechanism do it without anyone noticing it!

Hu Liuyi had no answer, and neither did Hei Xiazi, so they could only turn their attention to the murals on the wall.

However, the preservation of these frescoes is very poor.

The color of the murals has faded, but if you look carefully, you can still see that these things are nothing more than some celestial maidens flying into the sky.

Apart from these, there is not much information on the murals.

Most of the murals of celestial maidens flying to the sky are placed on gorgeous court or ritual vessels, which only show a beautiful scene of singing and dancing, and have no practical significance.

Most of the mural fragments here are like this.

Liu Lang, Hei Xiazi, Wu Sanye, Hu Liuyi, who crawled out of the ancient tombs, have seen a lot, so they are not very interested.

But at this moment, I heard Hu Liuyi "tsk", stretched out his thumb, and began to peel off the mural with his fingers.

The blind man was about to ask him what happened.

Fatty Wang's voice came from the side, interrupting them both.

"I said, gentlemen, can you help me get rid of this thing on me first, I'm in a panic."

Only then did everyone think of the thing on Fatty Wang.

It's just because it hasn't launched an attack for a long time, and it was attracted by Hu Liuyi's sudden loud call.

At this moment, the fat man's face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

But after all, he is also a figure of an archaeological family, which has been reflected at this time.

People dare not move.

But when Liu Lang saw his hand, he slowly made a chopping gesture towards him.

Liu Lang took a deep breath,

Use the flashlight to move to the place behind the fat man's shoulders little by little.

The flashlight shined on it, and the man was also photographed.

It was an indescribable face.

Its whole face is sunken.

There is only a big hole in the nose, and the eye sockets are deeply deformed. The two eyes reflect the light of the flashlight like a flashlight, and the mouth looks like an owl.

"What's on me?"

"Little brother, don't hesitate, do it quickly!"

Seeing the expression on Liu Lang's face, Fatty Wang felt even more wrong.