Zhang Xiuxian nodded in agreement and analyzed: "You are right, but it seems to me that this place has just been filled in not long ago. The humidity here is very high, and a patch of moss will grow in a few months. But look here, even
There's nothing wrong with it, I suspect it was just filled in before we came here."
Feng Yu glanced at Zhang Xiuxian, then looked at the tunnel in the house.
"I said, if no one wants to take us to play, then let's just turn around and see what's under there." Zhang Xiuxian pointed to the place and prepared to dig.
Feng Yu was in a dilemma. How could anyone dig someone's grave on their first visit, but there was definitely something fishy about this place. The people in Longgu Village couldn't care about them anyway, so why not let them explore the secrets on their own?
Feng Yu will not stop doing anything, and he will be content with what he has come to. It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. If you move faster, you should be able to finish the job before the people of Longgu Village find out.
Zhang Xiuxian pointed to the place and said, "We are not here to make a fortune, we are here to do things. If we are upright, we will not be afraid of the shadow. How can we draw conclusions without practice."
Feng Yu nodded, and the two of them moved their hands quietly. The movement should not be too loud, so as not to disturb the people of Longgu Village. Then it would be difficult to say anything.
The weather was stuffy and hot, which was a sign before the heavy rain came. My body was quickly soaked with sweat, and my neck and legs began to itch. I patted them with my hand, and several sesame-sized bugs sucked their blood.
After being baptized by the insects on Shiziling, Feng Yujue's own insect resistance has increased a lot. Compared with the insects there, it pales in comparison to the insects in other places.
It was almost dark. After lighting up the flashlights in their hands, they dug softly. Fortunately, they had a lot of tools with them. Zhang Xiuxian had a good habit of doing it. He could start working anytime and anywhere wherever he went. It was a bit like a high-sounding man.
A grave robber.
His shovel was not the kind that was specially designed to dig holes, so he had to make do with it. Although he was not very successful at digging, after digging a few meters, a hole opened with wooden boards appeared. This place really had a different kind of cave.
After all the covering soil above was cleared, the holes were ready-made. They were dug very flat, spacious and professionally. There were pit marks for footing in many places.
It was so dark below that it was penetrated diagonally. Judging from the angle, it should be the tomb next to it.
Zhang Xiuxian and Feng Yu looked at each other and understood. At this time, drizzle began to fall in the sky. Feng Yu went to the house to listen to the movements of the people in Longgu Village. After confirming that they did not attract attention, the two packed their things.
After sprinkling soil on the wooden board to disguise it as much as possible, I covered the hole and descended inside.
After descending for about ten meters, Feng Yu saw the outer wall of the tomb chamber, which suddenly went from very humid to wet.
It felt dry, and the waterproofing work was done very delicately. The lower opening was blocked with bricks. Zhang Xiuxian took a look and entered from the side.
The two of them used flashlights to shine a light on it. There were traces of life inside, and damn, someone really lived here. There were wine bottles and hot water kettles scattered on the floor, a simple stove and some quilts.
"Damn it, grandma, are all the people in Longgu Village so damn perverted? Why do they all like to guard tombs?"
Feng Yu looked around and felt something was not right. He took a flashlight and saw a lot of incense ashes and paper ashes in front of the tomb, some of which had not been completely burned. He also saw a line of writing on the outer wall of the tomb.
, "Xianzu Zhangtian Cemetery."
Zhang Xiuxian said to himself, "Zhang Tiangong? This is the ancestor of the people in Longgu Village? How can this person have the nerve to call himself Tiangong? He is so thick-skinned."
"Whether this Zhang Tiangong is the ancestor of Longgu Village or not, the location of this tomb is extraordinary."
Zhang Xiuxian was a little confused, "Let me ask, who are these people? Why are dead people buried inside and living people living outside? Is there something that must be guarded like this?"
Feng Yu said: "This Zhang Tiangong seems to be not a simple person. They must have some agenda in this place."
Feng Yu saw the names of some other people on a wall, all with the surname Zhang. These names were either the names of people inside or those guarding outside. There was a name at the end that was very eye-catching, Zhang Guanxi.
Feng Yu pointed it out to Zhang Xiuxian, and he immediately cursed: "Zhang Guanxi, holy shit, could this person send Guanxi to be Zhang Manyue's master?"
"Most likely."
Zhang Xiuxian then asked: "Why is this guy here? Is he buried inside or outside?"
Feng Yu shook his head, "It's hard to say. It's useless for us to guess. Once we go in and open the coffin, won't we know everything?"
"Are you sure you want to open it? What if the person buried here is really Zhang Manyue's master? She won't be able to fight you to the death?"
"If you don't want to let go of the child, you won't be able to trap the wolf. If you are afraid, just wait here."
Now Feng Yu is becoming more and more open-minded. There will always be all kinds of things in this world waiting for you to experience. As the saying goes, a person's growth will change with time and things. He is now
In prison, seeking is not just an answer, but an inner sense of mission.
Feng Yu ducked into the tomb. The vault of the tomb was very short, and everyone who entered had to stoop down. Feng Yu thought this was just an ordinary family tomb, but after walking for a while, he realized something was wrong.
place.
The things in the tomb are mixed in a very messy manner, spanning many ages.
The larger it is, the earliest ones are from the Northern Song Dynasty, and the more recent ones even have paintings by foreigners. The inside is like a grand view garden. If an unsuspecting tomb robber comes in, he will definitely think that he has entered the wrong door.
But what is even more strange is that there are many murals on the four walls of the tomb. The painting styles are very inconsistent. They are not written by one person, and the ages are also different.
Feng Yu took a flashlight and took a photo. The painting was extremely exquisite. It was incomparable with the one when he came in from the outside. There was no trace of oxidation on the murals. The tomb covering more than ten square meters was full of dense murals. At a glance, you could tell that this place was...
It was different from other tombs. He didn't see any coffins or bones.
At this time, Zhang Xiuxian followed, crouched down and looked around in the low tomb and said, "Damn, what kind of painting is this? Where is the coffin? Isn't Zhang Tiangong here?"
Zhang Xiuxian seemed a little disappointed, and then asked: "Is this tomb so big? Are the people outside guarding these messy paintings?"
"You ask me and I ask who to go to."
Feng Yu moved his eyes to those murals, where there were dark clouds and lightning, Thunder Lord was furious, and a silver flying dragon was fighting with Thunder Lord on the sea.
If you look closely, the colors in the painting are bright, as if they were painted not long ago, and even the patina on the top is still shiny. However, Feng Yu is not an expert at painting, so he can’t tell the specific age. Intuitively, it may be from the Northern Song Dynasty.
However, the preserved traces do not look like those from the Northern Song Dynasty, unless this is an imitation.
The same is true for the paintings next to it, which show countless mountains and rivers, and people kneeling in the pavilions to worship.
Zhang Xiuxian was looking at the mural on the other side and felt something was wrong, so he called Feng Yu and said, "Damn it, the person in the painting is digging a dragon underground? Come and take a look."
The mural is very scary. People in official uniforms are digging dragon bones on the beach. Half of the dragon's body is exposed on the beach. There is another wave of people setting fire in the painting, which looks like some kind of evil magic. Feng Yu takes a photo.
When I took a closer look, I immediately felt a chill in my heart, thinking that things might not be that simple.
The people doing this in the painting are not like others, and are generally similar to the Yamu people seen on Shiziling.
"Feng Yu, do you think these people really dug up a dragon? And how come this painting looks like new?"
Feng Yu thought for a moment, and based on the current situation, the mural above may have another origin.
"If what I think is correct, the paintings here may be imitations, copied from other tombs."
Zhang Xiuxian immediately scolded his mother, "Damn it, imitation? Why is Ya'er so new? What are these people from Longgu Village doing? What are they doing with so many imitation murals? Is this a vulgar hobby?"
