Wu Dazhi stopped. He was also a little worried. If something went wrong, there would be a demon. Even if the ancestral mausoleum was built on the mountain, it would be difficult for tomb robbers to attack, but they wouldn't be allowed in so easily, right?
"Brother Skinny, I think what Fat Brother said makes sense. Let's take a clear look at the ear chamber first and then make the next decision!"
Chu Yu also agreed with Zhou Zijing's statement. The whole process was so smooth that she felt that as soon as the door was opened, the three of them would disappear from the world in an instant.
When Wu Dazhi saw Chu Yu saying the same thing, he had no other choice but to turn around and start checking each ear chamber.
There are four ear rooms in the underground palace, which store various daily necessities of the tomb owner. If there is anything different, it is that in the second ear room on the right, there are a large number of pottery figurines.
"Chu Yu, in the Liao Dynasty, was there still a custom of using pottery figurines for burial?" Wu Dazhi looked at the pottery figurines and asked with some confusion.
"It's really hard to say. Whether Wuluan is a historical document or an archaeological discovery, there is very little information about the Liao Dynasty. We can only explore by ourselves!!" Chu Yu stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully observed the things on the ground.
pottery figurine.
Zhou Zijing is not interested in these things made of clay. He is interested in things made of real gold and silver. But if Wu Dazhi and Chu Yu don't move forward, he won't dare to move forward either.
"I said you two are really interesting. This thing may be used to relieve the boredom of the tomb owner. Think about the fact that ancient people believed in the immortal soul. The owner of the tomb is the only one in such a big tomb. How depressing it is. Get him something.
Toys, so that he doesn’t come out to scare people!”
Zhou Zijing pulled the pottery figurines with his hands and said nonchalantly:
"I said, let's go. These things made from clay are useless and cannot be sold. A few years ago, in Xi'an, terracotta warriors and horses were sold one by one!"
Zhou Zijing was not afraid. In his mind, these were just to show the identity of the tomb owner and had no special significance to reality.
But Chu Yu didn't think so. As soon as Zhou Zijing touched the pottery figurine with his hand, she hit him back:
"Fat man, don't move! There might be a living thing attached to this top!" Chu Yu started a little late, and one of the pottery figurines had already been brutally attacked by Zhou Zijing and was pushed to the ground.
When Zhou Zijing heard Chu Yu say that the pottery figurines might be possessed by living beings, he naturally didn't believe it, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to curl his lips.
Wu Dazhi poked Zhou Zijing and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Fat man, don't believe her."
"What, is this really that terrible?" Zhou Zijing shouted when he saw this. He didn't believe that a pile of dirt could do anything extraordinary.
Chu Yu carefully lifted up the pottery figurines knocked down by Zhou Zijing and arranged them. Then he sighed and looked at Zhou Zijing helplessly:
"During the Xia and Shang Dynasties, kings were buried with living people after their deaths. During the Warring States Period, the system of living human burials gradually declined, and kings and emperors began to use pottery figurines instead of human beings for burial!"
After hearing Chu Yu's explanation, Zhou Zijing sighed in his heart without even thinking about it. He thought to himself, I am not illiterate, I still have this bit of historical knowledge.
Chu Yu saw Zhou Zijing's dissatisfied and angry expressions, bowed and exited the ear room, glared at him, and said in a slightly cold tone:
“Can living people be replaced by pottery figurines?”
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing shook their heads instinctively. Of course, this thing is irreplaceable.
"The difference between the two determines the different effects of their burials. Therefore, many emperors were buried with pottery figurines. However, after the craftsmen completed a pottery figurine, they would behead the craftsmen and dye them red using witchcraft.
Lock the soul of the craftsman into the pottery figurines..."
Although what Chu Yu said was true, Zhou Zijing still didn't believe it. The situation she said could only appear on large-scale terracotta warriors and horses like the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. A villain like this...
Zhou Zijing thought, and looked at Chu Yu carefully, and saw that she didn't look like she was lying. At this time, Wu Dazhi came over, patted Zhou Zijing on the shoulder, and said softly:
"Fat man, in this place, we would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist!"
Obviously Fatty is not a person who likes to get into trouble. When he saw Wu Dazhi saying the same thing, he was happy to have a step forward. He stepped aside and started tinkering with the things in his hands without any comment on how to proceed next.
After exiting the pottery room, Wu Dazhi and Chu Yu fell into confusion again. After walking around, they didn't see anything unusual. For the first time, Wu Dazhi suddenly hoped that some strange creature would jump out in front of him.
"I said you two are really weird. When there is something, you are scared to death. Now that there is nothing, you are still scared to death. Aren't you tired of living?"
Zhou Zijing packed up his things and started to complain.
Chu Yu ignored Zhou Zijing's complaints, carefully took out the flashlight from his backpack, opened it, looked at it, and carefully checked the surrounding environment again.
Suddenly, Chu Yu seemed to have discovered a new world, and she suddenly raised her legs and ran towards the side of the tomb. Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing did not dare to neglect, and followed closely behind.
When the three people stopped, they finally saw clearly what the abnormality in front of them was. There were many thirty-centimeter holes in the tomb wall near the ground, and they were so dark that they didn't know where to go.
"Shit!" The new situation discovered by the three people suddenly made Zhou Zijing uneasy again. Before anyone else could say anything, he scolded his mother: "What's going on? Wasn't it all good before? Why did this happen again?
!”
Wu Dazhi naturally knew what Zhou Zijing meant. When they were at the Mermaid Sacrifice, there were holes like this in the ground, and then water came up from the ground.
Of course, it was normal for the place to be filled with mermaids last time, but this time Wu Dazhi was already sure that what they were entering was a real mausoleum. So what were these holes used for?
"Poisonous gas!" Zhou Zijing's head flashed with inspiration, and two words came out instantly, blurting out without thinking.
As soon as Zhou Zijing finished speaking, something worse happened. The flashlight in Chu Yu's hand suddenly lost its light. Then, the three of them heard a popping sound clearly, and a gas mixed with rouge seemed to come from them.
sprayed out of the hole.
Faced with the unexpected situation, the three of them instinctively froze on the spot, and then their first reaction was to flee towards the entrance of the underground palace.
But after just two steps, Zhou Zijing, who was running at the front, suddenly braked and stopped.
"Damn Fatty, you're running for your life, why are you standing in front of me!" Wu Dazhi was so angry when he saw Zhou Zijing stop. Usually Fatty Fatty would run faster than anyone else when faced with life-threatening situations. Well, today is the critical moment.
At this moment, the chain actually dropped.
"Dazhi, it's not that I don't want to run away..." At this moment, Zhou Zijing's words were completely crying. He plopped down on the ground, as if his spirit was on the verge of collapse: "The underground palace door is missing!"