Boss Sun took the lead, and the group huddled inside.
Because of the inconvenience, we didn’t bring torches when we went in. Each of us had a flashlight for lighting, which was a bit like crawling forward during field military training.
There is a lot of dust and spider webs on the cypress trees in Huang Chang Ti Cou.
Drilling and drilling, Boss Sun, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, boss," a mole asked.
Boss Sun turned his head and shined a light with his flashlight. The light from the flashlight dazzled my eyes.
Just listen to him say: "Have you noticed that we are getting shorter and shorter? We are going downhill?"
There was wood all around, and I was too nervous to pay attention just now. Now when I heard what he said, I lowered my head and looked, and it seemed like it was true.
The place we just climbed turned into a small slope.
This discovery puzzled everyone.
Because according to common sense, Huangchang Tizuo is built on flat ground, and the center of Mumu Mountain is the coffin. But what's going on? Does this lead to the bottom? Is there anything else below?
"Don't think too much, let's get to the end first," Boss Sun left a message and continued to climb in.
The further I crawled in, the more frightened I became.
It was still a slight slope just now, but now the slope is getting bigger and bigger.
Although the Sun brothers had done a lot of work before, this was probably their first time seeing such an abnormal design.
I was at the end of the queue, and there was a mole in front of me. The space was very small. The mole was wearing jeans, and she was arching her head, which made me a little distracted.
I estimate that after climbing for more than ten minutes, the space in front of us gradually became larger.
"Be careful, look above your head and don't hit your wooden hand," Boss Sun tried to get up.
It was very dark inside. After everyone came out, Boss Sun looked around with a strong flashlight.
His hand holding the flashlight was frozen in mid-air. Looking along this bright light, all of our pupils widened instantly.
There is no coffin, only a coffin.
Row after row, there are countless coffins...
Some of these coffins were rotten, some collapsed into a flat shape, and some were basically intact.
The scent of nan is very obvious now and lasts for a long time.
Dozens of coffins were piled together, with no obvious burial objects on the ground. This was completely inconsistent with the funeral system of any dynasty.
The third brother frowned: "Brother, with so many coffins concentrated here, is this a burial pit from the Western Zhou Dynasty?"
It makes sense for him to ask this question, because except for the Shang Dynasty and the early Western Zhou Dynasty, there was no such system of burial in the future. Unless it was a voluntary kind, forcing a living person to be buried with him was against the laws of the time.
Sun Laosan's face was gloomy. He walked forward step by step to a coffin. This coffin was not too collapsed, but a little flat.
I swallowed, held up the flashlight, and looked at Sun Laosan without blinking.
"Boss, give me the crowbar," Sun Laosan stretched out his hand with a solemn expression.
"Next," the two of them cooperated tacitly, and the eldest brother threw the crowbar over.
There was almost no pause. After getting the crowbar, Sun Laosan was ready to pry open the coffin.
"Wait for the third child first."
"Have you counted how many coffin nails there are?" the eldest brother asked with a frown.
Sun Laosan moved the flashlight and looked at it, "Some of the fields are completely rotten. I can't be sure. There may be six."
