Daomu Biji

After landing on the ground for several minutes, I was completely confused. I still didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t know whether I was dead or not. Then a pungent liquid spurted out from my throat and flowed back into my trachea. I couldn’t stop I coughed and blood spurted out of my nose and onto my chin.

It took me half a cigarette to calm down, and the feeling returned to my body bit by bit. I sat up shakily. It was dark all around and I couldn't see anything. I touched the ground and found it was dry. The bottom of the moat is dry. Fortunately, these stones are relatively flat. Otherwise, I would have been knocked to death even if I didn't fall to death.

The gas mask was cracked and one lens was broken. I touched it and found that the entire gas mask was dented. I touched the front again and found that there was a very sharp stone where my face fell. It seemed that it was thanks to this. The protection of the mask prevented my face from being smashed, but this time, the gas mask was completely useless.

I pulled off the back buckle with difficulty and carefully took it off my face. As soon as I got it in my hands, the mask cracked into four pieces and I couldn't put it back on.

Without the mask, the smell of sulfur in the air around him was even stronger, but he didn't seem to feel any major discomfort after taking a few breaths. It seemed that what Pan Zi said about the severity of the poisonous gas here was not true, or the air quality under the moat was still poor. Can. I cursed secretly, threw the mask to the ground, spit out the blood remaining in my mouth, and looked up.

The moat must be at least ten meters high, and it was completely gray. I could only see Fatty and his friends shining their flashlights from above, paddling around as if they were searching for me. I could also hear some shouts, but I didn’t know. Maybe it was because of the fall, but my ears were filled with the buzzing sound from the moment I landed, and I really couldn’t tell what they were talking about.

I tried to scream a few times, but as soon as I used my breath, a tearing pain spread from my chest to the surroundings, and my voice suddenly turned into a moan. I didn't know what I was saying, or even... I don't know whether I made a sound or not.

In order to let Fatty and the others know that I was still alive, I picked up the gas mask that I had just thrown away and knocked it on the ground hard, making a 'pah, pah, pah' sound. The sound was not loud, but the echo bounced off the quiet bottom of the moat, which was very awakening.

After knocking for a while, suddenly a cold firework was thrown down from above and landed next to me. I cursed and got away. Then, I saw the head of a person above sticking out of the cross section of the bridge. I looked at the head. The size seems to be fat.

I crawled over, picked up the cold smoke and waved it at him. He saw it immediately and yelled, but I couldn't hear what he was talking about at all, so I had to make a few meaningless sounds. The fat man turned his head He shrank back, and after a while, a rope was thrown down from the top, dangling to the bottom of the river bed. The fat man began to climb down with an automatic rifle on his back.

More than ten meters, which is the height of the fourth or fifth floor. It is not high or short. The fat man slid to the bottom in an instant. He let go of the rope and pointed his gun around. After seeing that there was no movement, he ran over and squatted down. Asked: “Are you f*cking okay?

I said hoarsely and feebly: "Is everything okay? Can you try to throw it down once?"

When the fat man saw that I could still joke, he breathed a sigh of relief and whistled to the top. Immediately, Pan Zi and Shun Zi climbed down from the top carrying their equipment.

They helped me up, first helped me to a rock on the side, and asked me to lean on it. Then they asked Shunzi to hold me down, took out the medical bag, and checked my body.

When I saw the medical bag, I felt a little relieved. Fortunately, I was well prepared. Pan Zi made sure that I had no fractures, took out some bandages, helped me bandage the larger wounds, and then cursed: "Tell you to stop." Why are you still dancing?

It's a big mistake for you, otherwise how can I explain to the third master if you die? "

When I heard this, I was furious and cursed: "You are still talking about me. I was already in mid-air before you told me to stop. This tnnd is not playing a video tape, but it can also be rewinded -" I haven't finished yet. Suddenly there was a cramping pain in the chest, and the person almost twisted.

Pan Zi was startled when he saw it, and he quickly held me down and told me not to move.

I gritted my teeth and wanted to scold him, but the pain was so bad that I couldn't even speak and could only gasp.

The fat man handed me a kettle on the side and said, "But you are also a fortune teller. At such a height, and there are rocks below, most people will definitely not die or be disabled if they come down."

I took the kettle and thought to myself that this should be called a bad fate. It must have been because I bumped into those two iron chains just now that I didn't die. I don't know if it's luck or unlucky. I've been falling from high altitudes lately. , and he still can’t die, it’s really going to kill him.

After drinking some water, all the blood in my mouth was washed away, and my throat felt a little better. I asked him what the thing was just now. Pan Zi said that this time they saw it clearly, it must be a strange bird, and it was very big. Big, there is a person so tall, it's a pity that he didn't hit it, otherwise he could see what it was.

The fat man said: "Tnd Xiehu, the person I saw on the Shinto side just now may be this thing, a human-headed bird, maybe an owl."

Shunzi looked up and said, "It's strange, those strange birds don't seem to fly down anymore."

I also looked at the top of my head. Sure enough, the invisible pressure just now disappeared obviously, and nothing swooped down again.

"Is there something strange here that makes them afraid to come down?"

Pan Zi was also a little hesitant, and the fat man said, "Well, let me go look around first. If there may be a problem here, we'd better go up immediately. You guys stay here. Xiao Wu, you take a rest first."

I nodded, Pan Zi said I will go with you, and the two of us walked in two directions.

Not long after, the fat man who was searching whistled at us, as if he had discovered something.

Pan Zi raised his gun and looked in the direction of the fat man. He saw that the fat man had walked far away along the bridge. The flashlight light was blurred. In the scope of his flashlight, we saw a large black shadow behind him. There seemed to be many people standing in the darkness in the distance, and the black shadows were intertwined and continuous. It was impossible to count how many there were.

We were all on guard. Pan Zi clicked the bolt and Shun Zi pulled out the hunting knife. Pan Zi shouted to the fat man: "What's going on? What is it?"

The fat man shouted over there: "You will know when you come over and take a look."

Judging from what we felt on the bridge just now, the moat is nearly sixty meters wide and very deep both vertically and horizontally. Compared with the absolute width of the river, the place where the fat man stood was actually not far away from us, but because of the thick darkness around us, we couldn't see clearly what his flashlight illuminated.

However, judging from the fat man's tone, there seemed to be no danger there.

Shunzi looked at me and asked me if I could leave and if I wanted to go take a look. I nodded, and he supported me and pulled me up. The three of us limped and walked towards the place where the fat man stayed.

The bottom of the moat is full of uneven black stones. The size of some of the stones is very shocking. It can be seen that it must have been a very huge project when it was originally built. The large interlaced black shadows reflected by the fat man happened to be located on top. Under the piers of the stone bridge.

After walking hard to the side of the fat man, the shadows became clearer. I walked closer, took the flashlight from the fat man's hand and shined it, and then I saw clearly what they were.

Where the fat man was standing, there was a fault in the riverbed. Under the fault was a ditch about one meter deep and about twenty meters wide. There were countless black life-high ancient human figurines and horse figurines, mixed with bronze carriage remains. They are arranged in a continuous line in the ditch. If you get close to some of them, you can find that the surface of the human figurines has been severely corroded, their faces are blurred, and their facial features cannot be distinguished. Many of the human figurines still hold bronze utensils, and they are even more rotten green.

Most of these human figurines are standing and closely packed together. Many of them have collapsed and broken into pieces, and are piled up here and there. From what I could see, wherever my eyesight and flashlight light could reach, it seemed that there were all these things. A large black shadow at the bottom of the gloomy imperial mausoleum, it didn't look creepy.

"What are these?" Shunzi saw them for the first time and was stunned.

"These seem to be burial figurines. These are chariot and horse figurines, which symbolize the procession of guests or the emperor when he travels -" I stuttered. "Strange, why are these things here in tnd? Shouldn't they be placed in the underground palace or burial pit?"

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The fat man also knew this and found it strange. This place was an imperial mausoleum, not a place for children's play. The number of things in the underground palace and the decoration of all the burial objects in the burial pit were very particular, unlike ordinary palaces. The mausoleum of a nobleman can come as he pleases. Imperial mausoleums pay attention to aura and momentum. This practice of stacking burial objects in the open air is equivalent to a rat spot on a piece of fine white jade. It is the most taboo among the taboos. If the emperor saw it at that time, his house would definitely be ransacked. of. Although Dongxia was a small and secretive country on the border at that time, Wang Zanghai, the famous man who built the tomb, would definitely not make such a low-level mistake.

The fat man climbed down the ditch, held up a gun with one hand, and pointed a headless figurine with a flashlight in the other hand. He said to me: "The clothes look like Yuan clothes, clothes of ethnic minorities." As he said that, he wanted to use it. Hand to touch.

I reminded him: "Don't move around. This thing is mysterious. If it is placed here, there may be something fishy about it."

The fat man disagreed: "How can you survive if you are afraid of a ball?" However, my words still had some effect. He retracted his hand, put the gun on his back, held a flashlight in one hand, and pulled out the hunting knife from his waist with the other hand, and hammered it with all his strength. The figurine hit him a few times, but there was no response. He turned around and said, "It's a real thing, a stone man."

Pan Zi looked curious and climbed down the ditch and walked to the fat man. I still felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Be careful."

The fat man waved his hand, expressing his disdain to talk to me. He put the hunting knife back into its holster, tried to lift the nearest human figurine, and asked: "Xiao Wu, you are in this business, are these things valuable?"

I nodded and told him: "This thing is a bit fancy. Not only the whole thing, but also parts of it are wanted. I know that a head of a terracotta warrior and horse is worth 2 million, or Meiko. Those horse heads are fewer than human heads and are more precious. The price just says Oh no."

The fat man glanced around with regret, showing a sad expression, and said: "It's a pity, it's not easy to carry this thing -"

I still feel very strange in my heart, these things really shouldn't be here. People say that every thing in the ancient tomb has a story behind it. What significance or story should these things have here? So what was the intention of the designers at that time?

Judging from the distance between the two sides, the ditch where these human figurines stand is located at the deepest point in the center of the moat. When the imperial tomb was first built, these things should have sunk to the bottom of the moat, covered by the water surface, and the human figurines were blurred. Their faces are also evidence that they were submerged in water for long periods of time. In other words, after the construction of the imperial tomb was completed, the people above could not see the existence of these things.

So what's the point of putting these human figurines here? Are these construction waste and defective human figurines? Are the craftsmen lazy and sinking this garbage into the moat? It doesn't look like it's arranged so neatly, it doesn't look like a way of stacking defective products.

It’s really impossible to guess the thoughts of the ancients. I sighed in my heart. If I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have been able to see anything under the bridge at all. It was just a coincidence. Was this what God wanted to show me?

At this time, the fat man suddenly made a 'tsk' sound and said, "Have you noticed that all the human figurines here are facing the same direction and walking, which is very different from what we saw in the market. ."

I didn't notice it at first, but when the fat man said it, I followed his intention and saw that it was indeed the case.

Originally, it was very common for the burial figurines to be arranged in one place, and I had never seen them facing each other in a mess. But the walking movements that the fat man said were very strange, and I had never seen them before. I carefully shined a flashlight on the lower part of the figurine, and suddenly, a strange feeling came over me.

"These people-" I frowned and said, "They seem to be marching."

"March?" Pan Zi looked at me.

I nodded: "Judging from the clothes of the figures on the carriage, this is a team of emperors traveling. Look at these horses, these carriages, and the movements of these people. They are all walking towards the same place. These human figurines are like this The arrangement and their movements seem to represent such a dynamic situation.”