There is a very thin moon in the sky, and the clouds slowly wander around before and after the moon.

Several probe lights and flashlights weakly penetrated the darkness, and in the light column, the tiny dust medium floated up and down.

There was the sound of wind blowing the leaves, and there was a sound of dripping water coming from somewhere, but there was no one. Nearly twenty people, who were in place, either pestle or sitting, breathing and swallowing, and saliva were all lighter. There was no sound on the walkie-talk, leaving only hissing current sounds. However, if you listen carefully enough, you could still hear the suppressed breathing deep in the microphone.

The strange scratching sound under the bronze cover also disappeared. It felt like it was because of the scratch, shovel, stomp, and tread on the upper head, which alarmed something on the lower head. When the upper head was quiet, the thing disappeared again.

After a while, the man at the bottom of the pit finally made movements, but it was just movements: they winked each other and tried their best to twist the muscles on their faces to convey information. They were like performing pantomimes, and when they walked, they only pressed their feet gently on the ground. Some people simply took off their shoes and walked with barefoots. When they reached the edge of the pit, they snatched the mud wall and climbed up.

The person at the edge of the pit reacted and hurriedly leaned down to help, pulling or pulling. In the middle, I don’t know who was unsteady in stepping down a small stone embedded in the mud wall. The small stone hit the bronze cover with a clang. This was not enough. After rolling for a moment, the bronze cover sounded the initially clear and long faint sound.

In an instant, everyone changed their faces, held their breath, stopped their movements, and their heartbeats rose and fell in the same range as the small stone. Fortunately, the sound slowly disappeared and did not cause any abnormality.

Soon, except for Jiang Lian, everyone climbed up the edge of the pit. Moreover, when they climbed, they didn't feel that they were standing on the flat ground now, and they were short of breath and weak, so they squatted down in groups of three or three.

Meng Qianzi didn't say anything, but just waved to Jiang Lian at the bottom of the pit, signaling him to come up quickly.

Jiang Lian gestured to her, saying that she was not busy and reassured her.

Why do you all escape to do? Are you still standing still after going up? You can only look carefully at the bottom. As long as you try not to make a sound, it should be safe. Then again, is it definitely unsafe to make a sound?

I thought about it and found it funny. I had never seen the face of that thing before. Just a strange sound could scare people of about twenty to their legs. No wonder some people said that the most scary thing in this world has always been self-enough.

However, Jiang Lian didn't dare to use a shovel to shovel. He squatted down and used his hand to brush the soil on the ground.

Meng Qianzi was anxious, but Jiang Lian didn't come up, and she had no choice but to go into the trap rashly - the boss was all down, would the others dare not follow him? Wouldn't it be in vain?

She frowned and looked at it for a while, and ordered Pixiu to come over with a pair of safety gloves, and whistle very low, which caused Jiang Lian to raise his head and threw it to him.

The soil was wet and the fine stones were still sandwiched. Jiang Lian kept pushing and wiping it with his hands. It was really hard. He raised his hand and grabbed the gloves, smiled at Meng Qianzi, first put the gloves under one armpit, wiped them on the edge of his pants for a while, and then put them on again.

The group of people just now had almost finished digging. Jiang Lian did it, but they just finished cleaning. The people on the edge of the pit were worried, and the second was curious, and they leaned down and looked down. If they had the conditions, they used the telescope to close and enlarge the function of the mobile phone. The more they looked, the more they became more and more shocked.

The bottom of the pit, except for the coffin, was full of bronze covers. The cover was not spliced ​​piece by piece, it was a whole, with no gap at all.

If you guessed that, back then, the bronze cover was poured directly with copper juice. It was so rapid and rough that the surface was not very flat, covered with uncomfortable folds, some like hideous scars, and some like convex rubber fiber membranes.

Moreover, the Jiang Lian has cleared to the edge of the pit bottom, but the bronze cover continues to spread into the soil - that is to say, you have no idea how long, wide, or large the bronze cover is.

Seeing that there was nothing to clean up, Jiang Lian waved to the edge of the pit. Pixiu hung a rope down and pulled him up.

Standing under the edge of the pit, it feels different when you are at the bottom of the pit, especially the third coffin, which is solitary that it protrudes from the bottom of the coffin, which is extremely strange.

Jiang Lian pointed to Meng Qianzi and lowered his voice: "The bronze cover is probably not possible to pry it up, and it is not realistic to use large machinery. Look at it, the coffin has become the only entrance."

It’s really like a Taoist sect, opening a coffin means entering the door.

As he looked, Meng Qianzi almost had an illusion: he felt that the coffin lid was opening very slowly with one side as the axis, and he felt that the next second, the coffin lid would bounce out, and something extremely terrible would surge out of the coffin.

She could forcefully ask the mountain dog to dig a hole, but could not put the order to open the cover: The matter was too strange, she would lead people to do things, but she could not do it like a water ghost. Not to mention the entire army was wiped out, even if there were sporadic deaths and injuries, it would be difficult for her to accept it.

***

He dared not enter and was unwilling to retreat, so Meng Qianzi ordered camping on the spot.

Because the weather forecast said there would be rain at night and it was not suitable to camp on the ground, Lu Sanming arranged for people to camp on the trees and asked Pixiu to find a way to cover the pit: otherwise, it would be pounding when it rains, and the bronze cover would be smashed frequently, which would cause the unknown thing to be bad.

While the crowd was camping, Jiang Lian contacted the charlatan. After Jiang Lian's roaring sing "Don't talk, don't talk" appeared on the walkie-talk, he never dared to speak. He almost stuffed his ears into the receiver. He wanted to hear what was happening on this head, but only heard the sound of wind and trees.

The quieter it is, the more terrifying it is. The talisman is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He almost rushed here with a crutch as a triple lotus petal. Now when he heard Jiang Lian's voice, he felt relieved and patted his chest several times in succession.

After listening to Jiang Lian's narration, he looked at the photos he sent. The charlatan was like falling into the clouds and mist. After a while, he said: "This should not be a tomb. If it is a serious tomb chamber, it must have a basic shape. Even if it is a tomb, it should have a tombstone."

Jiang Lian didn't say anything. Who knows, what if it was a tomb, what if the coffin lid was opened and there was a tomb of thousands of people underneath?

"And," the charlatan suddenly thought of something, "Are you sure it's a bronze lid?"

It's almost the same, looking at it, Jiang Lian thought for a while: "Do you still remember that there are many bronze brackets at the cliff entrance of the Xuandan Peak Forest, which is convenient for the green cover on the top of the cliff to form? It's similar to that material."

The charlatan slapped his thigh: "This is the problem! Think about it, when was the large number of bronze ware used? As early as the late Warring States Period, iron products were already popular in China."

Jiang Lian nodded: "No need to say it, I can see that the thing has been a bit old."

Those three-mouth coffins are probably thousands of years old, and I don’t know what kind of wood they are. They have been buried in such a rainy and easy-to-soaked area in the south for so long, but they are immortal and not rotten.

The sage said: "I'm not going to say this. When you talk about the Xuandan Peak Forest, I think of Chiyou - the legendary Chiyou clan was good at smelting copper and iron. At that time, Huangdi didn't understand this technique. The Chiyou tribe relied on bronze weapons and was invincible. Huangdi was defeated at first, "Nine Battles and Nine Unbeatable."

Jiang Lian's heart moved. He just saw that the bronze cover was old, but the charlatan went further and drew a more specific time: "What do you mean is that, like the Xuandanfenglin, it may be the work of the Chiyou clan?"

The charlatan was excited: "We have definitely found the right place. We found the mountain gall in the Xuandan Peak Forest, and led out the Yan Luo. From the connection between Yan Luo and Miss Duan, we found this phoenix eye again - if there is nothing under this phoenix eye, I will cut my head to you..."

Jiang Lian frowned: What a weird thing? It’s real to bet on winning or losing, but to force him to put a head...

"Maybe it's something as magical as the mountain gill, even more heavyweight than the mountain gill. What about Miss Meng? She got to camp and went to bed after a kick."

Jiang Lian was quite considerate of Meng Qianzi: "It can be seen that the mountain ghost is unwilling to move the grave, let alone open the coffin and open the lid..."

The charlatan was anxious: "This is definitely not a grave, it's a...a trick. It's like in the Hangdan Peak Forest. There is a rockery gall in the Sanchong Mountain. It tricks people to stop and turn around. Think about it, dig the phoenix eye, and once you dig a coffin, 50% of people feel that it's harmful to their good deeds, so they naturally stop digging. Dig the second hole, which is very unlucky. Another 30% of people give up. Dig the third hole, and 99% of people will collapse..."

This is the series of emotional changes in Yamado just now, which is basically consistent with the description of the charlatan.

The charlatan was still nagging: "This is the other party's trick. You can't let them deceive you. Tell me about Miss Meng, she doesn't look like someone who dares not take risks."

Jiang Lian knew that the sage didn't grasp the key points: "This is not a question of whether to dare to take risks. In the Xuandan Peak Forest, we knew we wanted to find the mountain gay and had clear goals; at that time, there were only three of us, Qianzi was only responsible for himself, and it was easy to make a decision."

"But now, first, I don't know what to look for, and there is such a strange and strange sound below. If you were to say to me, the box is just below, so I gritted my teeth and opened the coffin. But the box is in Kunlun Mountain. Even if I want to throw my life out, I have to throw it in Kunlun Mountain. Second, she has to be responsible for too many people. What decision she makes means that the dozen or so people will follow her - does she dare? If she is not careful, it will be a life."

The charlatan was stunned, paused, and stuttered: "Then... that line of Phoenix Eye, let it go?"

Jiang Lian said vaguely: "Look at the situation, let's talk about it."

***

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Lian headed towards the camp.

It was probably because I was afraid of that pit. The camp was deliberately avoiding a distance. Jiang Lian thought that camping on the trees was probably just building a tree house. When he looked closer, he was simply amazing.

The camps of nearly twenty people were distributed on three or four large trees with thick branches and lush leaves. There were no tree houses, and the trees were staggered in height, as if bird cages were hanging.

He went up the tree and looked carefully and found that it was waterproof cone bags. Because there was no flat roof, rainwater would pour down along the cone surface and the top would not be under pressure. There was a folded plastic board on the bottom, which was very light, but the material was quite hard. After opening it, people could sit in and pull the zipper on the side of the cone bag to form a closed small world.

If you like to feel swaying, just put the overhanging force point on the top. If you want to be more stable, you can add two traction ropes in different directions, tie them in different directions, and support them with three points.

Meng Qianzi had already sat in a cone bag on the high place, and there was a flashlight on his hand. The cone bag was covered with yellow light. She lowered her eyes and her long hair was falling, as if she was sitting in a Buddhist niche, even her eyebrows and eyes were a little more vulgar.

Jiang Lian climbed up a few steps and stopped in front of her: "You mountain ghost..."

He pointed to the cone bag: "It's quite interesting."

Meng Qianzi was not satisfied: "Where can you only sit and lie down. Only those with very thin figures can curl up and sleep. This sleeping cage needs to be improved."

There is really a word "cage".

Jiang Lian didn't talk much, so he went straight to the topic: "What do you think?"

Meng Qianzi hooked his finger at him.

Jiang Lian was so amused and cried that he didn't want to cooperate with her, but subconsciously leaned over.

Meng Qianzi said: "I still think about it and I can go down and take a look. It's..."

Jiang Lian said: "That's right, it's too harsh to say it?"

Meng Qianzi shook her head: "This is not the main problem. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is probably not a coffin - what I think is, how to get off the safest way? We came in too hasty, and the camping equipment is enough, but the equipment for the battle is insufficient. The water ghost drifted down the cave and brought spray. We can't take shovels and daggers, right?"

It makes sense, Jiang Lian asked: "If that thing...if it is a living creature, is it considered a mountain beast?"

If it is a mountain beast, Meng Qianzi's golden bell is in his hand, no matter what it is, it is not worth fearing.

Meng Qianzi was a little wilted: "I have thought about this problem, but the pit is already four or five meters deep. I don't know how thick the bronze cover is. The thing is still below. Most of the underground is not under my control."

Yes, Jiang Lian didn't say anything: This is different from a sinkhole. Although the sinkhole is also negative, it is at least the god above his head. Moreover, the Hangdan Peak Forests collapsed from the ground because of the hollow bottom.

"Lu Sanming and I discussed it and contacted Liuma and Qima early tomorrow morning. They are supporters and also scoops. We will transfer a batch of high-end equipment, such as the coffin mouth..."

She signaled in the direction of the pit: "Then she has been closed for so long. Do you know what's going on? Will there be molds and unknown viruses? At least you have to have a biochemical suit, and you have to have a pathfinder robot, night vision camera and biological detection functions?"

Jiang Lian took a deep breath: "Rich people."

Meng Qianzi accepted it calmly: "Of course, technology should be used to facilitate everything with the development of technology - what era is it? Do you still put a chicken in to explore the poison gas? Do you still rely on human flesh to run out of the way?"

As he said that, he signaled a cone bag below: "That, yours."

Looking in line, my cone bag was not far from her, about one meter away, and it was more than one meter shorter, and it was swaying and only the top was suspended by force.

Jiang Lian frowned: "Why am I under you?"

Meng Qianzi said, "Do you still want to be on me?"

They are all adults, and they know a little about some obscure jokes. As soon as Meng Qianzi finished speaking, she suddenly realized that there was an ambiguity that would make people think wrongly - of course, she had already thought wrongly, and her cheeks were faintly hot.

But she pretended to be nothing: Jiang Lian might not have thought of it. If he didn't pay attention, it would just pass.

Originally, it was a very normal conversation. If the conversation was not wrong, it was a wrong heart.

Jiang Lian was just heartbroken.

He pretended to be quiet and reflected on himself: Looking at Qianzi's calm expression, he just asked normally, "I thought about everything but it was not very pure."

He coughed twice: "Then I'll go down."

After saying that, I felt that I shouldn't have matched her words, and the more I matched her, the more I became, the more I became.

So he coughed twice, went down quickly, got into the cone bag, raised his head and said good night to her, and pulled up the zipper.
To be continued...