The tunnel with the character "╦╧" line was cut by the trajectory of the flares. You can see that there is a hole at the left and right ends in asymmetrical positions. The deepest part is not clear. The sides of the main road are filled with white bones. Due to the distance, you can only distinguish a large number of white ivory with cone arc shapes. It seems that there are other animal bones. When the flares hit the end, you can also see the flash of water waves there. Judging from the position, it should be the groundwater system of the "Snake River".

Although I didn't expect that there was a burial pit with so many white bones at the entrance of the tunnel under my feet, from the scale below, since there is a water system parallel to the deep valley and flowing downward, this tunnel can definitely lead to the main mausoleum area of ​​the "King of Xian".

Fatty and I discussed with Shirley Yang. Although this tunnel has most of the powerful mechanisms, compared with the endless mountain miasma fog, it is still feasible to venture into the "King of King Xian" from the underground tunnel. Anyway, these three people are pretty good, and it is not like the last time they went to the desert in Xinjiang. They brought a group of intellectuals and were very burdensome to do things. The fight was the most suitable for two or three people to form a team. With the powerful firepower support of the "Chicago Typewriter", the "Binghan Ejector", and the traditional tools of the "Golden Captain", they can handle it no matter what they encounter.

So we took a break at the entrance of the cave and prepared some equipment. Since there was no bamboo raft here, if there was groundwater, we needed to "armed swimming", so all unnecessary things must be temporarily removed and left in the temple dedicated to the mountain gods.

First, I changed into a shark-skin diving suit, put on the elbow guard and knee pads, adjusted the spotlight on the hiking helmet to the side, replaced the new battery again, and equipped the helmet with diving lenses. A simple small rechargeable oxygen cylinder is hung on the back, each person only brings a waterproof carrying bag, which contains emergency medicines, spare batteries, cold fireworks, gas masks, fluorescent tubes, candles, evil things, wolf eye flashlights, and other items that need to be used.

The fat man's diving tights were not suitable, so I didn't plan to wear them anymore. I said to the fat man: "It's okay if you don't wear them. Anyway, you are a fool sleeping in a cold kang, and you rely on firepower to strengthen your strength."

Shirley Yang said: "It's not okay to wear it. Don't remember how cold the water at the foot of Zhelong Mountain is? If you swim in the water for a long time, you will easily suffer from hypothermia. Even if your clothes are a little narrower, you have to put them on, otherwise you will stay and wait for us and you won't be allowed to go in."

The fat man remembered the scene of Shirley Yang falling off a bamboo raft in Zhelong Mountain. When he came back, his lips were frozen purple. It seemed that although the nearby area was damp and stuffy, the groundwater system was extremely cold and not a joke. Moreover, the large number of bright weapons in the "King of Xian" were not far away. How could he stay here to wait? He had to inhale and forcefully put on the diving suit. After putting it on, he complained repeatedly: "*********'s shoes are short in crotch, and he knows whoever feels uncomfortable."

Engineer shovels, mountaineering picks, various ropes, kettles and food and other heavy items, as well as weapons and ammunition, plus sixteen ingots of explosives, and bingane bottles that can spray flames are concentrated in a large waterproof bag, with inflatable air bags tied around it, so that these equipment can be floated on the water surface at any time with the help of the buoyancy of water. When we swim in the water, we can also pull it to save some effort.

The rest were packed and placed in the main hall of the mountain temple. When everything was ready, the golden crow fell and the birds returned to their nests. Taking advantage of the dusk at dusk, the three of us entered the tunnel.

Shirley Yang took the "King Kong Umbrella" and held the "Wolf Eyes" to open the way in front. Fatty and I worked together to carry the large pile of equipment loaded in waterproof plastic bags and walk behind, and slowly down the slightly steep slope.

The tunnel at the entrance is obviously built by hand, with neat large pieces of blue stone on both sides, and the cracks are sealed with "dan paint". The large bricks on the ground are very flat, just like the figurine roads in ancient tombs.

On both sides of the tunnel, the full elephant bones are neatly placed, which is the skeleton of the entire elephant. It is obviously transported from outside. "Total elephant bones" or "ivory" are placed in the burial pit to obtain the sound of "Xiang" of "Xiang". "Xiang" is a huge and very docile animal, itself represents auspiciousness and prosperity. In ancient China, as early as the Shang Tang period, "elephant bones" and "ivory" were used as burial objects. A large number of ivory were unearthed in "Yinxu". At that time, there were still many elephant herds in the Yellow River Basin in China, but now it has long been extinct.

These white bones buried with burial were deliberately half-buried, rather than buried in the whole soil like the burial ditch. This means that the tomb owner is a great deal to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal. He no longer cares about secular things. The burial objects are half-buried, which means that they are rising with the way.

I counted and had a single burial pit, and there were 64 pairs of "full elephant bones" in total. I don't remember the "ivory". There were also some scattered small animal bones. As time went by, they were rotten like soil, and it was impossible to tell which animal it was. According to Shirley Yang, it might be hunting dogs and horse bones, as well as slaves' human bones.

We once again appreciated the huge scale of the "King of King Xian" and the luxury of the burial objects. I said to Shirley Yang and Fatty: "The tombs of the tombs of small southern countries like ancient Yunnan are so pretentious. For one person, hundreds of thousands of people suffered from the suffering of the people. They built such a large-scale tomb with the blood and sweat of the people. In the end, they became immortals after death and were preserved for tens of years. It was just a dream of yellow and graves. These things remained in the deep mountains and decayed with the sun and the moon. It seems so ridiculous now. For example, an ancient tomb built with the ointment of the people should be as much as they can."

Shirley Yang said: "I didn't expect that King Xian's tomb would have such a large burial pit." While speaking, Shirley Yang had already arrived at the intersection of the "╣"-shaped tunnel, and she only heard her say wonder: "What are these for?"

Fatty and I then walked to the corner with the "Wolf Eye" flashlight. We saw that there was not a tunnel inside, but only a part of the concave stone wall of the main tunnel. It was only a few meters deep, with a few long poles scattered. It seemed that they could be connected together. I also found it strange, so I wanted to reach out and pick it up. Unexpectedly, although these long poles looked intact, they rotted into mud when they touched. Due to the groundwater road, no sealing measures were taken inside. Things from two thousand years ago were broken when they touched.

This pit on the stone wall of the tunnel seemed to be specially used to place these long poles. Could it be used to measure the depth of the water? The three of them couldn't figure out what they were for. There were too many strange and strange things in the "King of Xian" mausoleum area. In comparison, these items were nothing, so they had to ignore them and continue moving forward.

When we reached the end of the tunnel, we were firing flares and saw the reflection of the water surface. We walked along the inclined tunnel here. There was a drop of about dozens of meters from the ground. From here, we were not artificially excavated and built tunnels, but natural caves underground, which were completely flooded by water. If we wanted to continue moving forward from here, we had to go into the water to swim.

There are several ancient wooden boats arranged on the stone wall next to the water. Maybe the people who went to Minglou to worship the king's tomb would have to take these boats to pass by. However, the age of time, these wooden boats were almost rotten and were left with only boat racks, which were hard to use anymore.

We pulled the airbags tied on the big backpack to fill the air and floated on the water surface. We placed the submachine guns and other weapons on the top so that they could be taken out and used at any time. Put away the "Wolf Eye" flashlight, turn on the tactical spotlights on the helmet, and then follow them into the water, hold the large airbags on the backpack and wade through the water.

After walking out of the water for more than ten meters, your feet could not reach the ground. The cold and bone-blooded groundwater was getting deeper and deeper. I looked at the compass and the location of the water flow was exactly parallel to the direction of the insect valley.

There are many huge natural stone pillars in the water in the cave here, just like corals on the seabed, with thousands of branches and hundreds of forks. Because the cave is pitch black, it is hard to see how these strange stone pillars are formed.

The top of my head is very low from the water surface, which looks particularly depressing. When I looked up, I saw that there were many huge rhizomes of plants in the valley, which grew from above, some of which were relatively long, and even directly penetrated into the water, forming a rare plant cave.

As I swam farther and farther, the terrain gradually became lower. The distance between the water surface and the top of the cave gradually increased, and my breathing was much smoother than before. The rhizomes hanging above my head and the strange stone corals became denser. I also found that there were some fish in the water of this cave that touched our bodies from time to time under the water, and then swam away from afar. I was secretly glad that it was not a piranha.

In order to further confirm the direction of the progress, Shirley Yang asked the fat man to take out the signal gun and fire a flare forward again. The fat man counted the remaining flares: "There are eight more rounds, and I still carry too few this time, so I have to use it more slowly." After saying that, he installed one in the signal gun, adjusted the range, and fired forward.

The flare drew a shiny arc and finally hung on the plant vines that were intertwined not far away. At this moment, the white light shone the surrounding caves, and a rare and terrifying natural landscape appeared before us.

It turns out that those coral-shaped stone pillars are all fossils of forests and trees in ancient times, and the so-called "ancient" here cannot be traced back by modern people.

Fossils are ancient relics buried in the strata. They are formed by burying mud and sand for tens of millions of years. The most common ones are animal fossils. Due to the bone lattice and teeth of animals, there are fewer organic matter and more inorganic matter. After being buried by mud and sand, the degree of decay will slow down and be washed by the slowly flowing groundwater in the mud and sand gaps, precipitating the excess minerals to form crystals. Before the bone lattice completely rots, if the crystals of these minerals can completely replace organic matter, they will form real fossils.

However, fossils of plants are very rare. Since the rate of plant decay is far higher than that of animals, Shirley Yang said excitedly: "Zhelong Mountain may have been a huge active volcano billions of years ago. During the last doomsday eruption, mudslides occurred nearby. The magma engulfed the forests at the foot of the mountain and was instantly carbonized by the trees that were burned by the high temperature. Before they could be destroyed, they were immediately swallowed by the mudslides that followed, and the temperature cooled instantly."

After a long period of tens of millions of years, with the changes of nature, the forest that had been sealed in the mud and sand for countless years was revealed underground again as the changes of nature.

But I didn't think there was anything strange about these stone trees. I dug them out in Kunlun Mountain back then, but Shirley Yang has always seemed worried recently, and his expression was always filled with a melancholy breath. It was rare to see her happy. He said to Shirley Yang: "Although we are worried about the journey we have come to Yunnan, we have also seen some real mountains and waters. Seeing some things that ordinary people can't see in their lifetime is worth it. This trip and has gained a lot of gains."

The fat man interrupted, "It would be a shame to just look at some broken stones. Then he touched a few earth-shaking instruments and went back, shook the grandsons of Jinya in Panjiayuan, and then broke out of Panjiayuan and marched into Liulichang. It was almost a perfect match."

I was about to speak, but the flare hanging in front of me exhausted its energy, and then it became dark. The hole gradually turned black, leaving only the faint light column of tactical spotlights on our helmets. I felt like we were drifting in a black ocean, and there were only three of us left in the world. As the last ray of light of the flare was slowly being taken away by the darkness, a sudden sense of loneliness and depression spread throughout my brain nerves.

I felt very strange about myself. In the process from light to darkness, I felt like I was hit by a faint electric current, and then I felt this inexplicable sense of loss, and my mood suddenly became depressed. I looked at Shirley Yang and Fatty. They seemed to feel something was wrong, but how did this subtle change occur? What exactly did it indicate, and why did I suddenly feel a panic?

At this time, the flare that was fired directly in front of him was finally completely extinguished. However, we found that while the last ray of light of the flare completely disappeared, a faint white figure slowly appeared in the depths of the dark groundwater. Although the cave was very dark, the white light on the figure's body became clearer and clearer. I am sure that it was a female corpse with plain white body. She seemed to have floated from the water. As the female corpse got closer and closer, the frost-like face of the female corpse could also be seen clearly. My heartbeat began to accelerate, and the nightmare panic was even stronger.

There were many floating aquatic plants on the water surface in front of us, which blocked our progress on the water surface. We had to take out the engineer shovel and constantly push the floating aquatic plants apart. Many mosquitoes, water spiders, and leeches grew on the duckweed and aquatic plants, and kept pounceing on people's faces.

Just when we were so upset that we suddenly heard the sound of buzzing insect wings vibrating in front of us. I subconsciously pulled the submachine gun out of the waterproof bag. In order to see clearly what it was, the fat man had to shoot another flare. In the light, the roots and vines of the plants hanging in front were blocked tightly. Countless huge black flying insects looked like little dragonflies, but had no eyes, and there were thousands of them, like black clouds passing through the border, hovering back and forth around the roots of the plants.

No one has seen this insect before. It may exist in a special wet environment underground. Insects are the largest group in the world, and about one-third of the species are not yet recognized by humans.
Chapter completed!