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Chapter 272 The Unknown Tomb in Black Camel Mountain

In the afternoon of that day, I spent several thousand yuan to buy a second-hand black car without a chassis number. After getting ready together, I headed to Black Camel Mountain at around 11 o'clock that night.

Originally, this area belonged to the suburbs of Shuozhou, and there was no one around late at night, so the road was very quiet.

"Brother, do we need to wear stockings and hoods? What if someone sees us?"

I glanced at the fat man, looked at the road ahead and said, "No, we are going to dig graves, not to rob a bank and put on stockings to fuck chicken feathers."

The fat man said "Oh" and said nothing.

I could see that he was a little nervous.

Lao Huang was much calmer. He frowned and said, "Brother Xiang, I'm still thinking about what happened at noon. Do you think the waitress heard us talking?"

I thought about it and said, "I've smelled it up close. She doesn't have any earthy smell on her body. She's just a very ordinary hotel waiter. Even if she heard something, she probably wouldn't understand it, because we all use argot."

After hearing this, Lao Huang grinned and said: "That's right. I haven't done it for several years. It's a bit suspicious to resume my old career."

I smiled, said nothing, and focused on watching the road.

We arrived at the place at twelve o'clock at night, hid the car, and then the three of us went up the mountain carrying snakeskin bags.

The headlamp we used, I told him not to point the two headlights at the sky, and not to shake his head blindly, just look down at the road.

It's all about the details, details determine success or failure.

The wind is strong at night, especially halfway up the mountain. The wind blows loudly, like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Moreover, there is almost no moonlight tonight and it is very dark.

"This is it."

"Fat man, you go to the high point over there for a walk. Don't get so fucking sleepy in the second half of the night. If you notice any signs of trouble, give me the signal as soon as possible."

The fat man immediately ran and squatted in the grass nest, staring at the surroundings.

I took out my tools and squatted on the ground to smoke a cigarette. It wasn't that I was nervous, it was just that I had been out for a month, and suddenly I missed Xiaoxuan. She had been doing all the work before.

"Don't rest, brother, hurry up, we are short on time and have heavy tasks."

I put out my cigarette butt and stood up, carrying a flat-head shovel and digging directly.

Lao Huang had never seen this kind of situation before, where he didn't even use a Luoyang shovel, and dug directly at a certain place. He asked me, but I was too lazy to explain, so I just asked him to dig with me quickly.

If you don't even have this ability, then what kind of Northern faction can you call it?

We both wore headlamps and dug in the soil with one shovel and the other worked very well together.

It is not difficult to see that he has experience here, because when playing a robbery, it is important to start fast and then slow down, and the speed must be uniform.

The soil was brought up with shovels, and soon the two of us were no longer visible on the ground.

There are a lot of "earthworms" in the soil in this area. Lao Huang and I can occasionally turn up a dozen of them with a shovel. I think it's because this ancient tomb is "gathered in the shade", and earthworms like to dig into places like this.

When the dig was almost two meters deep, I asked Lao Huang to go up and tie the four corners of the soil with a double-layered snakeskin bag.

The depth of Warring States tombs, more than ten meters is normal. Tang tombs are not deep, and ordinary people are buried about five meters underground after death. Tang tombs of two or three meters are also common in Shaanxi and Shanxi. However, I initially predict that the Tang tomb in Heituo Mountain will be deep.

It is estimated to be seven meters deep, because its identity may be unusual, and it may be the tomb of King Feng's wife, concubine or the like.

The depth dropped to less than one meter, and my face changed when I saw the suddenly exposed soil layer.

No...what's going on...

I hurriedly dug out another half a meter, but this time I was completely dumbfounded.

I saw that under the headlight illumination, the soil layer was yellow-brown and very flat and smooth.

Seeing me stop, Huang probably thought he saw the brick roof and immediately came down to take a look.

When he saw this scene, his face looked uglier than mine! There was also a layer of sweat on his forehead.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Lao Huang grabbed a handful of yellow cinnamon soil. It was effortless and easy. It was not as compact as rammed soil at all.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and said: "Brother...brother, if I read correctly...this is fried soil on the patio, right?"

I nodded.

He looked at me again and said, "Didn't you say you have a trick to get around the patio?"

Facing Lao Huang's questioning eyes, I felt so miserable that I couldn't express my pain at the moment.

This is very abnormal.

My judgment is not wrong. I dare say that even my ancestor Wang Pingping would do this. The patio should not appear here!

Let me give you an example. The bed should have been placed in the bedroom for rest and sleep, but now it is placed in the corridor. Who would decorate it like this?

Fried soil is the soil that has been fried in large pots in the past and is used to make a moisture-proof layer or rammed soil layer. The remaining unused soil is used to fill the patio.

In other words, we have gone astray. If we dig down from here, there must be a tomb passage underneath! It is not the main tomb chamber I expected.

"Old Huang, this tomb is unusual and weird... Regardless of whether there is a tomb passage at the bottom, let's dig down from here."

Lao Huang immediately said anxiously: "Brother, it's easy for you to say! The soil is too loose! We didn't prepare any reinforcement boards! If we don't keep it all intact, we'll have to dig and bury it alive!"

We have dug up to this point. I insisted on digging, but Lao Huang was scared because my curiosity was aroused. What kind of structure was this tomb? It was so abnormal.

Then the speed became much slower. As Lao Huang said, there was a risk of landslide at any time, so I used the "fish scale" shoveling method.

Every time a shovel is struck, the shovel mouth is covered one by one like fish scales, which can enhance the firmness of the hole to the maximum extent. If an insider sees this hole, they will definitely say it is beautiful.

It took me more than an hour to finally dig through the patio layer, and I saw something even more unusual.

A large stone slab.

It has an irregular shape and weighs about two hundred pounds according to visual inspection.

I used a crowbar to move the stone slab away bit by bit.

But halfway through, I suddenly heard a "dong" sound coming from the ground! There was a lot of movement.

I was a little nervous and didn't know what the sound was.

After the stone slab was completely removed, a large hole was exposed, and it was dark at the bottom, like an abyss.

I adjusted the brightness of my headlight to the highest level, stepped on the edge of the patio, and looked down.

The headlight briefly dispelled the darkness, and I saw for the first time the tomb passage paved with blue bricks. In addition, there were two "wooden pillars" lying aside.

The sound just now was the sound of wooden pillars falling. In other words, it was two wooden pillars pushing against the big stone slab.

The surface of the wooden piles is rotten, and you can clearly smell the smell of old rotten wood.

The height was not high, so I jumped down directly, and then Lao Huang also came down.

After coming down, Lao Huang held the headlamp and looked left and right.

In the Western Zhou Dynasty, the Warring States Period, and even in the early Han Dynasty, the tomb passages were all "slope and step style". By the Tang Dynasty, they were "corridor style", a straight line leading to the front.

This is a large tomb. There are a large number of "ladies" murals painted on both sides of the tomb passage. The figure and face are very fat, typical of the Tang Dynasty style.

Since there was no water, the cinnabar paint on the murals in the tomb passage was still there. The fat maid’s lips were red and she looked at us sideways, which was a bit scary.

After walking along the tomb passage for more than ten meters, a thick stone door suddenly appeared in front of us. The stone door was covered with dust and had a large number of exquisite carvings, but there was a large gap in the middle, so that an arm could reach through.

Because the two stone doors are of different heights, with the left side being lower and the right side being higher, they cannot be sealed tightly at all.

Lao Huang was a little nervous and whispered: "Brother, you are right, this place is full of weirdness..."

I stood in front of the stone door and frowned. I looked up at the door for a few minutes. Then I carefully observed the surrounding wall tiles and found that many places looked like they had been patched before.

I slapped my thigh fiercely and said, "I know... No wonder... Lao Huang, this might have been a prefabricated tomb!"

Lao Huang stared wide-eyed and said: "Prefabricated tomb? You mean..."

I nodded, turned around and looked at the tomb passage and said, "The tomb owner probably built this tomb for himself a long time ago, but it has never been used! It collapsed later and was rebuilt! The patio we came down to was also added later!"

"Maybe for some reason, we didn't have time to repair it properly at that time, so the passage under the patio was only covered with stone slabs and supported by wooden stakes underneath!"

"Brother, the possibility you mentioned is very high, no matter what! Let's go in and take a look first."

After speaking, Lao Huang put his flashlight through the crack in the door. He wanted to see what structure was behind the door, whether there was any tap stone or other mechanism, and how to open it.

I asked him to start driving and stop studying.

After taking a few steps back, I raised my foot and kicked him hard!


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