Looking at Zhao Yingjun's grinning expression, I was also very excited, because a kind of hope kept growing in my heart. This thing that happened two thousand years ago seems to have nothing to do with modern people, but at least, I can
There is hope in this.
The two of us were very engrossed in the discussion, and each expressed his own opinion. After I guessed the general course of events, the rest was easy to understand. Assuming that Qin Shihuang was really cursed by the ghost because of that stone, then the palace
The imperial doctors here definitely couldn't do it. Everyone's situation after being hit by the ghost curse is different, but even if Qin Shihuang's resistance is stronger, sooner or later he will find that he has been killed by a vicious curse.
Tangled up.
Zhao Yingjun went on to talk about his harvest after "taking drugs". Some time after the stone was cut off and transported away, the stone was transported underground intact. The Qin people obviously wanted to put the stone back into its original state.
But it didn't work. They used many methods and wasted a lot of time. The stone could no longer stand up as before. There may be physical and mechanical reasons, or there may be other reasons. In short, the Qin people's attempt failed.
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After that, the stone was transported away again, but it was never brought back. Next, the Qin people changed the construction plan, stopped construction in other areas, and started building a huge sacrificial site. According to Zhao Yingjun's account
, this underground space was probably not what it is now two thousand years ago. There was no underground lake at that time, and the underground cavities were connected into one, so the scale of the sacrificial site was very large, and the sacrificial center we saw was only a very small one.
part, but also the most important part.
"It is precisely because the people of Qin don't know about the ghost curse, so after being hit by the ghost curse, they have no other way but to rely on sacrifices to relieve their bad luck."
"That's right." I nodded excitedly. This is also a point that I value very much. In my impression, all official historians probably have no objection to the death of Qin Shihuang. He died on a sand dune platform during a patrol.
As for the cause of death, there is no doubt that it was death from illness or murder. A more credible statement in the historical circles is that Qin Shihuang died of illness. This was a very diligent emperor. It is said that the bamboo slips of memorials reviewed every day were measured in hundreds of catties, which led to the
The left hand on the bamboo slip was so swollen that I couldn't lift it. The lack of clothes and food at night had seriously overdrafted my health, and there were some rather rosy rumors (historical records show that after Qin Shihuang destroyed the six kingdoms, all the beauties from the palaces of the six kingdoms were brought to Xianyang).
But no matter how he died, it had nothing to do with the ghost curse.
Just imagine, if a famous founding emperor died after being covered in ulcers for a long time, the history books would not be able to cover it up even if they wanted to.
So what does this mean? This means that Qin Shihuang has lifted the ghost curse! For me, who only has three years left, this kind of lesson is like a shot in the arm.
"This..." Zhao Yingjun saw me enjoying myself, and then he picked his nose and said, "Don't blame me for pouring cold water on you. What I said is actually very possible. Do you think he has not survived the ghost curse yet?"
Will you die from the attack?"
"Your uncle!" I was anxious at that time.
"It's just casual talk, don't take it seriously." Zhao Yingjun quickly changed the subject, fiddled with the powder that had not been used, and smacked his lips. This time I did not waver in my position at all. No matter what he said, I would never allow him to do it again.
Go do drugs.
It is undeniable that Zhao Yingjun's words are very unlucky, but it is not impossible. When he said this, I was a little unsure. Did Qin Shihuang lift the ghost curse? Or did he die of illness before the curse fully took effect?
I looked at Zhao Yingjun with a little annoyance. He grinned sillyly and kept changing the topic. I lost my temper. But I remembered what Mrs. Huang once said to me. I am a tough person and will not take it easy.
Just die. So I convinced myself that Qin Shihuang must have found a way to lift the curse. It was precisely because he was frightened by the ghost curse that he was completely determined to dig out the ultimate secret related to it.
The two of us sat for a while, and I kept wondering, how did Qin Shihuang lift the ghost curse? There is no record of this in any history books. Of course, I don't believe that the ghost curse can be completely eliminated with a sacrifice.
, but there are no clues yet. I can only seize the time and collect more unofficial and hidden histories in this regard.
"We can't go out for the time being, Lao Maozi won't leave easily." Zhao Yingjun turned his head, probably because he wanted to look elsewhere.
"Follow me." I had been thinking about the ghost curse and had forgotten the four words I saw before. At this time, I took Zhao Yingjun over to take a look.
These four simple words were clear at a glance. After Zhao Yingjun read it, he walked towards the east and said: "Do you think Qin Shihuang has done a great thing? Thirty feet east. In the Warring States Period, weights and measures were very confusing.
, the hell do you know how long thirty feet is? Even if you dig until your elbows are worn away, you may not be able to dig out anything."
As we talked, we probably arrived at our destination. There were more gravels here than anywhere else. If we just walked there without knowing anything, we might not think much of it, but with the corresponding prompts, we would
I saw some clues.
"Did you see that?" Zhao Yingjun pulled out a few stones and shined a light on them: "There are a lot of broken stones and they are deep, which means this place was filled with stones as a whole."
If what Zhao Yingjun said is true, then the people who filled this place could only be the Qin people who were constructing in the underground cavity. I immediately thought of Shiyanchuan, those explosives that were not detonated, and what the Qin people were covering up
? Dig it out and fill it in again?
Thinking about it this way, this place is very promising. Anyway, we can't get out now, so Zhao Yingjun and I reached a rare consensus: dig up this place.
We didn’t have tools, but the smallest of the gravels was as big as a fist, so we could move it away with our hands. The two of us were about one meter apart, and started working in full swing. I was just afraid that I wouldn’t have enough supplies with me to do this.
Zhao Yingjun didn't care about the heavy physical work and the lack of food to keep up with the consumption. He said that as long as people are pushed into a hurry, they can always come up with something.
It was impossible for us to clear away all the stones in a large area, so we just dug downwards and dug out a passable passage. Zhao Yingjun kept placing stones in the passage to prevent collapse, which he did at the beginning
It was still relatively fast, but when the passage went deeper, the speed slowed down a lot. I was very lazy, but when I thought that there might be a way to lift the ghost curse, I felt full of strength.
The two of them worked for a while and rested for a while. After about seven or eight hours, they dug out a seven-meter passage downwards. Zhao Yingjun was a little confused because the deep pits he encountered in this matter were dug at every turn.
It's hundreds of meters deep. If it's that deep here, then our efforts will be in vain. But I still refuse to give up. I encourage Zhao Yingjun and myself. I have to think about everything for the best. Maybe we can move a few more blocks.
Stones can bring unexpected gains.
"Come on, comrade, I'm fighting for my life." I carefully took out a stone, turned around and handed it to Zhao Yingjun, asking him to throw it out. But after Zhao Yingjun took the stone, his appearance became a bit strange and hard.
He squeezed past me and moved forward.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Yingjun didn't speak. Anyway, his expression was not normal. It seemed that all his vision, smell, and hearing were used at this moment. His ears were pressed against the rocks below, his nose twitched back and forth, and he rolled his eyes. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly turned around and said to me.
: "This place can't go on any longer."
"Why?" I looked at him like that, and I must have discovered something, but if he didn't say it out loud, it made me feel very uneasy.
"Let's go out first." Zhao Yingjun dropped the stone in his hand and pulled me out: "You can't move this place again until you die."
The two of us got out and worked continuously. Our clothes were soaked with sweat. We took off our shirts. Zhao Yingjun twisted the clothes and said to me: "Do you still remember the first time we met?"
when?"
"Huh? Remember, why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"You probably won't forget what happened behind that heavy iron gate."
"You mean?" I looked at Zhao Yingjun in confusion, and then at the pile of rubble that we had dug so deep. The scene when I first met Zhao Yingjun came to mind involuntarily. I will definitely not forget that experience.
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"That's right." Zhao Yingjun nodded, turned around and pointed to the piece of gravel that had been filled in to an unknown depth, and said: "We haven't really dug out what the Qin people wanted to bury, but I can feel the
Breath, there must be a black hole below here similar to the one behind the iron gate of Xihai River."
Zhao Yingjun's appearance was not a joke. For him, that experience was also a life-and-death ordeal. If Jin Pingmei hadn't arrived in time, Zhao Yingjun would have hung himself underground in the Xihai River even if Jin Pingmei hadn't arrived in time.
The problem of the black hole behind the door has been pushed to the bottom of my heart. As time and other things happened, I gradually forgot about it. But when I encountered the situation in front of me, this problem once again occupied my thinking nerves.
"Brother Handsome." I sat next to him and asked tentatively: "What exactly did you encounter in that black hole at that time?"
"It's a very strange thing. You won't believe me even if I tell you." Zhao Yingjun didn't refuse my question, because my background with Jin Pingmei and him are almost the same, and I won't be as distrustful as before.
"You didn't tell me, how do you know I don't believe it? Come on, let's talk about it."
"It's indeed strange. I've encountered quite a few strange things in the places I've traveled over the years." Zhao Yingjun took a breath, looked at me and said, "But such a thing has never occurred to me."