In this violent current, everyone had no room to resist and was swept along the direction of the current.
This feeling of resigning oneself to life and death is simply terrible.
After about five or six minutes, Hu Ming felt that the spiral water around him disappeared, and he suddenly felt much more relaxed.
At a glance, they were in a wide pool made of white marble, with a wide view.
This is the arrival of the ear chamber.
Everyone climbed up to the edge of the pool panting, and they all collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.
The experience of this trip was impressive and unforgettable.
Turning off the highly focused diving light and replacing it with an ordinary searchlight, the divergent halo illuminated the ear chamber clearly.
There is a map of fifty stars painted on the top of the tomb, and there is a stone door next to it that connects to the corridor.
The walls of the tomb are sealed with white plaster, and some colorful pictures can be seen on them.
Unfortunately, due to the erosion of water vapor over time, it has become a mess and it is difficult to distinguish the contents above.
"I said, Uncle Ming, could you say hello before you do something like this next time?"
"At that moment, I thought we were all dead and had to stay in this damn place to feed the fish."
Pulling off the diving goggles, Wu Xie, who had taken a breath, couldn't help complaining.
To be honest, Hu Ming was really frightened when he suddenly touched his mechanism and was sucked into the secret passage.
For a moment, he really almost despaired.
"Didn't I give you your third uncle's notebook? It contains instructions on how to enter the undersea tomb. Is there anything surprising about it?"
Hu Ming decisively ignored everyone's resentful expressions.
Just kidding, hasn’t this already brought them in?
You can't, you know that there are no good things at the end of the tomb passage, only big trouble, but you still go there to find out what's going on?
What's so cool about that thing?
That’s not how you look for excitement.
"..."
The resentful expression on Wu Xie's face froze.
Indeed, Hu Ming did say this.
However, no matter how he thought about it, he always felt a little aggrieved.
At this time, Hu Ming didn't bother to pay attention to Wu Xie's psychological changes. After checking that Yin Nanfeng's body was fine, Hu Ming had already taken out a small instrument from his backpack.
This is an instrument used to check air quality!
Times are developing, technology is advancing, and some ancient methods of bucket fighting have been eliminated. For example, now they do not need to use small animals or flames to detect air quality.
"OK, the air quality is pretty good. It seems to be because of the running water."
Looking at the readings, Hu Ming nodded with satisfaction.
Although, three waves of people have entered this tomb, theoretically there should be no problem.
But inside the tomb, you should be careful. If something unexpected happens, you won't have room to cry.
Next to one wall of the tomb are rows of blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty that were used for burials. The number is about a hundred.
There are even several extremely valuable large blue and white Yunlong porcelain urns.
These are not the important points. The important point is the footprints next to the porcelain and leading to the entrance of the corridor.
In addition to the relatively new footprints probably left by Wu Sansheng, there is also a series of small footprints.
At that size, based on a simple guess, the owner must not be more than three years old!
Seeing the footprints of a three-year-old child in the undersea tomb... Hu Ming didn't need to explain too much, everyone's expressions were already ugly.
In particular, the three-year-old's footprints had a layer of yellowish waxy substance on them, which was corpse wax.
Others had a good start, but this time they had a bad start, which was not a good sign.
Anyone who knows a little bit about rice dumplings knows that the smaller they are, the more dangerous they are.
It is said that the king of hell is easy to mess with and the kid is difficult to deal with. This is also the meaning in the back-fighting business.
Three-year-old Zongzi... Wu Xie and Fatty's faces turned dark immediately.
Looking along the footprints, the line of sight extends to the back of a large porcelain vat of Huayunlong in the corner of the tomb.
When I got closer, I saw a rotten wooden box the size of a violin behind the porcelain jar.
That thing is a double-phoenix baby coffin, a kind of coffin specially prepared for premature children in ancient times.
The lid of the coffin was half open, and the contents inside had long since disappeared.
"Looking at the specifications of this coffin, you know there must be a lot of good things in this kid..."
"It's a pity that we don't know where the body went. Otherwise, if we press it a few times, we might be able to press out a few beads."
The fat man carefully looked at it inside and out several times, and sighed sadly.
Hearing this, the knowledgeable people all nodded regretfully.
In ancient times, children who died young or were buried with them always had a lot of things in their coffins, and most of them were carried with them.
In particular, there were often antiseptic beads in the bellies of children who were buried with them. Nowadays, they are priceless things.
Although the little zongzi is fierce, once you encounter it, you can definitely make a lot of money.
In fact, if you don't mind it being filthy, this baby coffin with two phoenix carvings can be sold for a good price if you find a suitable buyer.
"Uncle Ming, do you encounter these ghost things every time you go to the tomb?"
"I heard the old men from your four sects and nine sects say that when you go to the tomb and meet Zongzi, it also depends on your character."
"If you have a good character, you may not encounter a zongzi ten times, but if you are unlucky, you may encounter that kind of dangerous thing every time..."
Is it possible that Hu Ming was born with that kind of luck?
However, after glancing at Wu Xie, Hu Ming felt somewhat comforted.
There is such a sentence that is specially used to describe Wu Xie's unlucky nature.
When the Evil Emperor opens his coffin, his corpse will surely be raised!
Tsk, listen! This word must be used well!
Bang!
At this moment, the large blue and white Yunlong porcelain vat suddenly fell to the ground out of thin air.
