Chapter 22 Continuous

This is truly unprecedented. Even if it is a Zongzi, he has only seen someone who can jump or jump, and has never seen anyone who can laugh. Zhang Qiling felt nervous and hurriedly took a step back, and was ready to deal with its next move. Unexpectedly, the mummy's hand, which was originally pointing at the sky, suddenly moved and turned horizontally to the east. At the same time, the whole room suddenly darkened, and the night pearl on the top of the treasure was extinguished in an instant for some reason.

When they came in, they had turned off the flashlight in order to save the battery. At this moment, several others were frightened. Zhang Qiling found that although the room had become dark, it did not turn black. He quickly looked up and found that the four night pearls closest to the four walls were not extinguished. Just like the dim street lights on the dark streets, it only illuminated a small area. At this time, Li Sidi's trembling voice came from the side: "There is a face on the wall!"

Zhang Qiling was shocked and turned around and saw that the yellow brick wall illuminated by the night pearl in the east had changed light and shadow, and a huge pale face appeared for no reason.

Zhang Qiling knew that it would be another trick. He jumped off the stone platform a little bored and walked to the brick wall to the east. When he looked, he found that the wall was actually a film. This kind of painting was formed by the shadows of the gullies on the wall when the light came from a fixed angle. If the angle of the light was wrong, the painting would not appear. However, because these lines were too weird, it was easy to be imagined as a terrible face in a highly tense situation.

He looked carefully and couldn't help but feel moved. The picture in front of him seemed to be a narrative painting. The content should be showing the situation when the construction of the Yunding Heavenly Palace was just completed. He saw that the so-called Tiangong was actually built on a very steep mountain range. The top of the mountain was covered with clouds and mist, which made the entire palace feel like floating on the clouds. Zhang Qiling looked at the scene of the mountain. It seemed that it was snowy and the altitude should be very high. I don't know which mountain it was on.

He turned his head and found that there were videos on all four walls. He hurried to the brick wall on the south to continue reading. He saw this picture. On the cliff below the Heavenly Palace, many plank roads were built to connect to the cave. A group of workers were using a "dry slab (crane)" to lift a huge coffin upward along the cliff, and the funeral teams lined up in a row and climbed up along the plank road with difficulty. Zhang Qiling said, "This Heavenly Palace, is it actually a tomb, and who is the coffin in it?"

He continued to walk, and the picture on the west side was even more strange. The plank road on the cliff actually ignited a raging fire. This should be the only road to enter the Heavenly Palace after the burial ceremony of the soldiers guarding the tombs burned down to ensure the safety of the tomb. In this way, all small-scale tomb robberies can be basically eliminated. No one in the southern and northern schools has the ability to go to a place with such an altitude, climb a hundred meters of cliffs, and pour a bucket. It is impossible and unnecessary.

He had never encountered such a tomb in his memory, and was surprised on the grounds. He hurried to the last picture and was amused at first sight, because the painting was surprisingly simple: the Heavenly Palace on the top of the mountain suddenly disappeared, and there was a piece of white snow, not only that. Even the cliff was covered with a piece of white. Although it was not very vivid, Zhang Qiling already knew that this should be an avalanche.

He speculated that it might be that the fire caused the temperature to rise, and the cedar above the Heavenly Palace was loose, causing a large-scale avalanche, which not only buried the entire Heavenly Palace under the snow, but also covered the entire mountain, turning the palace into a real tomb.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this. He really didn't expect that the final fate of this Genting Heavenly Palace would be like this. It seems that Wang Zanghai was also resentful about this. His outstanding work was directly crushed by avalanches after it was completed, which was enough for him to die. No wonder he wanted to record this matter in this secret way. This should be the tomb of a prominent figure. He definitely could not make this work public, but with his personality that likes to show off, he would certainly let future generations know in some way that there is such a spectacular Genting Heavenly Palace in his works.

The only thing I don’t know now is who was buried in this grave. Zhang Qiling took a deep breath. At this time, he suddenly saw Wen Jin and the other two people trying to move the large mirror in the southeast corner. He felt very strange and asked her what she was doing. Wen Jin said anxiously: “I just saw San Sheng hiding behind this mirror, and it flashed and disappeared again.”

Zhang Qiling then remembered what happened to Uncle San and hurriedly went up to help. The 2-meter-high bronze mirror with gold-fu characters was very heavy. They used all their strength to move away half a meter. Everyone looked at it and saw that there was a square hole more than half a person on the corner wall behind the mirror. Zhang Qiling looked inside and saw that it was pitch black and I didn't know where it was.

When Wu Sansheng planned the underground palace a few days ago, he did not find that there was such a big room here. However, Zhang Qiling had known for a long time that the underground palace was not as simple as he planned. Because the burial of shipwrecks and land burials were different, there was a process of shipwrecks. During this process, the ship must maintain absolute balance, so the symmetry of the tomb is very high. Although the underground palace planned by Wu Sansheng did not have any principle errors, it was obviously top-heavy. If it was sunk with such a structure, the entire tomb would probably be backed into the sea.

He was too lazy to show off at that time, so he didn't tell Wu Sansheng. Now that he thinks about it, it's not surprising that there is a channel for balance here.

He explained to everyone, and turned on the flashlight and walked in first. Because the flashlight was on when it entered the thief hole, it was basically a bit power-deficient, Wen Jin asked them to open one in front and back, and all the others turned off. The stone path was quite wide, and almost four people could walk side by side. Huo Ling couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable when she saw Zhang Qiling and Wen Jin walking so close, so she squeezed in. At this time, Zhang Qiling already felt something was wrong. He vaguely saw something squirming in the darkness ahead.

At the same time, the increasingly strong fragrance in the air also attracted his attention. This feeling seemed to be as if they were approaching the source of the fragrance. After walking a few steps in, the smell was so fragrant that he could not concentrate his energy. He turned around and wanted to ask Wen Jin. Suddenly, he found that the few people behind him had fallen to the ground. Wen Jin looked at him in confusion, and fell into his arms.

Zhang Qiling was not very good and immediately closed his breath. However, it was too late. He felt an irresistible sleepiness coming, and began to lean towards the wall, and then gradually lost consciousness. In the hazy state, he saw Uncle San squatting down and looking at him expressionlessly.

When Mon Oil Bottle said this, he took a deep breath and fell silent. He said, "When I woke up, I was lying on the hospital bed, remembering nothing, and knowing nothing, until a few months later. He began to think of some fragments bit by bit. Later, a few years later, I began to find that something was wrong with my own body."

I couldn't help but want to interrupt and ask him if he found out that he would not grow old. But he didn't give me this opportunity, so he continued: "I can't tell you what the problem is now, but I met your third uncle three months ago. I found that he looked very familiar. In order to remember more things, I followed you to the Lu Palace." When he talked about this, he suddenly turned to me. He said: "I was in the Lu Palace and found that your third uncle had a very problem!"

I was stunned, not knowing what he meant, he continued: "The piece of gold and silk book you took out of the bronze coffin is actually fake. It has been transferred by your third uncle a long time ago."

I was shocked and shouted: "Nonsense! Didn't you lose the bag of the bag?"

Menyouping glanced at me lightly and said, "No, it's your third uncle himself. He and Dakui made holes from the back of the tree and directly dug them to the bottom of the coffin. This is probably why Dakui must die."

I felt chill all over and nervous than ever. Although I still wanted to stand on Uncle San's side, my mind was like a flash of lightning, and countless scenes jumped out. I remembered how Dakui was poisoned, why Pan Zi was still awake before climbing the tree, and when we saw him on the ground, we were already unconscious, and when the fat man and I had not climbed out of the gap, he had already run over with the gasoline barrel.

I can't think about it anymore. I just feel that everything in the world has been reversed. I don't know who is telling the truth, who is a liar, and who should I believe. I feel my mind is in a mess, and I can't control myself and said to myself: "No, right, things are not that simple, there is no motivation. Why does Uncle San do this?"

Menyouping said lightly: "If this person is really your third uncle, there is indeed no motivation. But--" He sighed when he said this.

I didn't understand what he meant, but I seemed to believe him in my heart and couldn't help but smile bitterly. I had been thinking about how much things the third uncle was lying to me. Now, what I have to think about is how many things he wasn't lying to me.

I really didn't expect that things would change like this, but when I thought about it, it was useless to think about it now. No matter who is true or who is false, it will be interesting until we escape. Otherwise, what if we die here and know the truth.

Thinking of this, I quickly calmed down and relaxed myself. At this time, I found that the fat man had walked to the front of the stone tablet, squatting awkwardly, raised his orchid finger, and combed his hair swayingly. I frowned and shouted: "Fatty man, what are you doing with a chicken? Can't you calm me down?"

He turned his head, pretended to be a woman's voice, and said, "The Ai family is combing their hair~. It won't cost you your life if you comb your hair, so why are you talking about?"

I was helpless and asked him: "Comb your hair? Do you want to go to that Tianmen to have a look?"

The fat man said: "Of course, how could I miss such a spectacular scene? Besides, it's not easy for us to come down once, and the woman ran away again. It seems that we have no hope of commission. No matter what, we have to dig a few night pearls. As the saying goes, if you have money, you won't fight back, and if you fight back, you won't fight back."

I cursed: "It turns out that you heard a night pearl after listening for so long?"
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