Lao Cao saw that the stone was a stele without words, which made Dazuirong and I feel ashamed, especially Dazuirong. Fortunately, he often boasted about how many ancient tombs he had entered and how many markets he had seen. He didn't even see the three stele without words on his doorstep. But it's hard to say that it was not a stele without words, because from the current situation, these three stele have been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain, and the soil covered has gradually become petrified. He has given these three stele layers of "coats" to them. Only by peeling off the garment can they see their true faces.

Lao Cao and I also took a stonework cone. The three of us took action together and quickly peeled off the coat. It was really his uncle's stele without words.

The three stone tablets, slightly taller in the middle and slightly shorter on both sides, remind us of the shaman altar at the bottom of Changbai Mountain. This should be a stone tablet erected for these three ancient ancestor gods, but it was suppressed. The secret of Yiman is buried forever at the bottom of the mountain, so it is absolutely not allowed to be erected to make a name for itself.

Lao Cao said excitedly: "The entrance to the Yiman altar must be here." As he said that, he looked back at the tomb of the Madam and said, "I guess this tomb has a mystery. It must be that some people in later generations deliberately fabricated allusions of the Madam's tomb to cover up the entrance in order to hide this truth."

Dazuirong scratched his head: "We have dug up this grave and found no secrets. Besides, this legend has been passed down for many years, and it is impossible for it to be made up on purpose."

I smiled contemptuously and said, "We didn't dig deeper. After killing the corpse, we backfilled the tomb soil. Who knows if there is still a mystery below? As for this legend, it's like a rooster laying an egg. If there are too many people, it becomes real. You won't believe that there is really Sun Wukong in the world, right?"

Lao Cao waved his hand and said, "Stop talking, let's dig up the grave, and you'll understand everything?"

"No way!" Dazuirong quickly stopped him, "No matter whether the Madam's tomb is real or not, it is like a god in our village and cannot be violated. If someone finds that we dig a grave, they will be driven out of Madam's tomb village."

This is true. We can repair these three words without restraints, but we cannot touch the grave. I touched my chin and said, "The hole we dug last time is basically close to the grave. Now the waste is used, and then dig the road again." It was time to bring all kinds of tools. At that moment, Dazui Rong picked up a shovel and dig it out on the hole.

At that time, the entrance of the cave was blocked. After digging it open, there was no need to do anything inside. When we drilled to the bottom of the thief hole, Dazuirong was digging in front. Lao Cao and I transported soil out from behind. Soon, the thief hole was digging into the grave. Lao Cao and I asked Dazuirong to dig out the wind outside. We continued to dig deep into the grave. The wood fragments and silk fabrics were cleaned out. We guessed at the time that this was the relics left by the "wife" back then, including those steel needles, which were tools to teach people to embroidery.

The wood fragments should be a box, which is used to hold silk fabrics and steel needles. But now I feel that this box has a big secret, and there may be things about the Yiman altar. However, Lao Huang has dug up here, and he has been away from the useful things. When this old monk died, he did not mention anything found in the grave.

After cleaning up these ** relics, there was hard soil below. Lao Cao asked me to dig it down. According to the topographic map line, this path is a straight vertical shaft cave that leads to the winding parts, which should be very far-reaching. The entrance of this vertical shaft cave is likely to be under the grave of the wife. Building a "god"-like grave of the wife on it is nothing more than covering up the truth.

The space inside is not large, and the shovel cannot be used, so you can only use a small shovel. Although the soil is hard, it is dug out after being stabbed a few times. It is strange to find that there is no gravel or debris in the soil on the grave, as if it was specially sieved by a person. If it is so particular, there must be a mystery below.

Not long after, Dazuirong crawled in. It turned out that when Xiao Ying and the others woke up in the morning, they guessed that we were coming to the grave of their wives. After breakfast, they avoided the sight of the villagers and sneaked over. Now Xiao Ying, Nie Min and Chen Hanyan were outside and all the wind and small rollers were coming in.

There were no four people inside for a moment. Lao Cao and I were tired of digging, so we changed shifts with them. We retreated to the thief outside the grave and asked them to work inside. Dazuirong was very aware of the goods. When he saw the color of the soil, he immediately said happily: "This soil has been sifted, and it seems that there are important things buried under it."

The little hob was even more excited: "Is there a treasure buried underneath? It's better not to be something too big, otherwise it won't be easy to take action."

Damn, this bastard is full of greed and never misses the opportunity to get rich. Lao Cao and I smiled and said to myself that there is a hairy underneath, at most a hole is dug out, so don't fall it.

After they dug for a while, big-mouthed Rong Qi said, "No, there is five-colored soil below, which has obviously been compacted. Is there another grave below?"

The little hob almost drooled and said, "It must be buried so deeply, there must be goods in the coffin. Brother, dig it quickly!"

Lao Cao and I looked at each other and felt something was wrong. There was a tomb under the tomb of my wife. Was it built this way on purpose or was it when I was building my tomb? Or was there another tomb underneath? Generally speaking, tombs are rare on the tomb. Who would have such an immoral way to press the graves of my relatives on others?

"It's really a grave, there is a sarcophagus underneath!" Dazuirong shouted in surprise.

Lao Cao and I hurriedly asked them to come out. We crawled in and looked down carefully with flashlights. The wife dug out more than three feet deep under the grave, revealing a stone coffin lid. If we didn't dig out all of it, how could we assert that this was a coffin? It was very simple, because Dazuirong was particularly experienced in digging graves. He dug out the edge of the coffin lid. Judging from the shape and gaps in the coffin lid, it was definitely a coffin.

His uncle's body is not a cave but a coffin. Whose is this? It's not that little lady? It's said that the little lady's body was taken away by her husband. She has built a tomb of clothes and clothes. It is impossible for the empty coffin to be buried below. And this little lady can see from the legend that her family background is very good, that is, our current white and rich beauty. If you really want to bury the body here, it is impossible to use a sarcophagus, and you have to use a good coffin.

Dazui Rong told us that in ancient times, sarcophagus burials were popular in the southwest. This thing is definitely better than wooden coffins. At least it will not rot. After being closed tightly, it will not be harmed by snakes, insects, rats and ants. If you say this, there is nothing suspicious. Maybe the little lady's body was not taken back for burial at that time, but stayed here. Maybe in order to avoid the tomb stolen, she played a game of tombs.

Lao Cao and I, with infinite curiosity, cleared the mud on the coffin, revealing the true face of the entire sarcophagus. It was about two meters long, less than two feet wide, and the width was equal to the front and back. There was no coffin outside the coffin, which was the standard for burial for civilians. In the ancient tomb system, the grades were very fine, and the thickness of the coffin board was specified from top to bottom.

After the coffin was dug out, the work of opening the coffin was done by big mouths. After all, we are laymen for tomb robbers. Although Lao Cao had done many unethical things in digging graves, he had never opened a sarcophagus.

Dazuirong came in without hesitation and asked us to retreat. He first put a corpse-suppressing talisman on both sides of the coffin, then took out a red rope and put it on the coffin lid. After holding a handful of glutinous rice in his mouth, he pried open the coffin lid with a crowbar.
Chapter completed!