The coffin of King Xian is very likely to be in the "water eye" at the bottom of the pond. I remember seeing a huge stone beam at the bottom of the pond. At that time, I thought it was the stone that fell when the king's tomb was built. Now, thinking about it, maybe it was the stone roof of the tomb passage.

We set out to prepare separately and fix the three thickest long ropes on the wreckage of the heavy bomber underwater. There is no more suitable fixing bolt than the remains of this "air fortress". It not only has a very high self-weight, but also has a huge body, far exceeding the diameter and suction force of the "water eye".

Then we started to move the copper horse. The copper horse was extremely heavy. Fortunately, the terrain here was a slope. The three of them used all their strength to finally push the copper horse into the water, and then fixed the inflatable airbag on the diving bag to the abdomen of the copper horse. This was done to use the buoyancy of the airbag to offset the huge suction force in some vortexes when they came back from the "water eye".

When the hole came out, there were still dark clouds outside, the stars and moons were lit. During the day, the ancient woods were growing on the wall of the pond, vines were entangled, the waterfall was flying beads and jade, and the silver foam surging jade was hanging on the blue peaks. All the mysterious and gorgeous atmospheres were invisible. The huge sound of water flowing in the waterfall group was like a monster hiding in the dark, roaring like thunder, which made people's hearts tremble.

The three of us were floating in the pool while stepping on the water. I said to Fatty and Shirley Yang: "It's time to succeed or not. Be careful not to let the copper horse sink under the water's eyes, otherwise we will never get up again."

Shirley Yang said: "Water nature is impermanent, and things at the bottom of the water are the most unpredictable. If it is difficult to enter the tomb passage from the vortex, don't force it. You can return it first and then discuss it according to the common plan."

I said to Shirley Yang: "Stay the green mountains here, and you won't be afraid of burning firewood. But once the weather passes, I'm afraid you will never have the chance to enter this king's tomb again. We must do our best today. If we can't succeed, it's God's will." After that, he knocked on his mountaineering helmet with his hand, let the tactical spotlight lights light up, put down his diving glasses, put on an oxygen hood, made a diving gesture, and sank to the bottom of the pond first.

Shirley Yang and the fat man also dived into the water. The three of them found the copper horse at the bottom of the water, and the rope tied to it, tied the safety locks on their waists together, and locked each other. With the triple safety, I raised the "Poseidon's Ray" underwater searchlight and swept around with a strong beam of light. I found that at the edge of the pond, there was no black vortex in the center, up, down, left and right, all of which were pitch black.

But I am already very familiar with the terrain at the bottom of the pond. I now find the bomber's body, the huge dark green fuselage, and it is a large road sign. The direction facing the tail of the machine is the mysterious "water eye". There is also a large bluestone between the tail and the "water eye". Following the marks at the bottom of the pond, even if the visibility is poor, you can find the right direction.

We couldn't talk underwater, so we had to communicate in sign language. The sign language we used was called "Seal", not the world-wide German sign language. This is mainly because the sign language of the US Navy is simpler and easier to understand and learn quickly. I pointed to Shirley Yang and Fatty, and made a cutting-edge gesture to Shirley Yang and Fatty.

A string of white oxygen bubbles appeared beside the fat man's mouth and nodded at me. Shirley Yang also understood and immediately untie the airbag float of the copper horse to raise it to the water surface. In this way, if the oxygen is exhausted in the middle or the gas cylinder is in trouble, we can still use the trachea connected to the float to temporarily ventilate.

About a minute later, the air nozzle of the float had filled the airbag with about one-third of the air, reducing part of the weight of the copper horse. We pushed the copper horse at the bottom of the water, constantly advancing towards the vortex at the bottom of the pond.

Where we passed, the mud algae and mayflies at the bottom of the pond floated, flying in the water in a mess. The originally pitch-black bottom made the visibility even lower. I felt that the mud algae under my feet was not very thick, and it was very solid below, as if they were all flat big rocks. It seemed that the tomb of the "King of Xian" was indeed hidden at the bottom of the pond, and I had a little more confidence.

At this time, Shirley Yang, who was slightly ahead, stopped, clenched his fists left and right, and pressed his elbow downward. This was a signal of "stop". The fat man and I hurriedly stopped and stopped pushing the copper horse hard.

Shirley Yang turned around and didn't need her to make gestures. I had already noticed that undercurrents began to appear underwater underwater. It seemed that we had reached the edge of the "water eye". According to the pre-scheduled plan, I made a gesture to the fat man, stretched out my fingers, pointed at his eyes, and pointed at the fat man, "You are in front, we will cover you."

The fat man's index finger circled, and the other three fingers stretched out: "Receive." Then he moved to the front of the copper horse. Since his size was the strongest among us, he had to make sure that the copper horse was not curled into the depths of the vortex.

With the heavy bronze horse, the three of us formed a ball, so we would not be driven by the water flow force rolled up by the vortex, but we still felt that the suction force of the undercurrent was getting stronger and stronger. When the black vortex approached, we could no longer control our bodies. The copper horse was not one, but was made into multiple parts and spliced ​​together. I wonder if this would be done, it would be shattered by the water flow.

I quickly raised one arm, spread my fingers and scratched it in circles, clenched it into fists, and made a "quick move closer" gesture to Shirley Yang and Fatty.

The three people plus a heavy backpack and the weight of the bronze horse was nearly a thousand pounds, and then they slightly stabilized the center of gravity. I slowly let go of the safety lock, so that the long rope would be kept one centimeter or one centimeter gradually released.

The fat man pulled out two cold fireworks and bumped into the mountaineering helmet. Unburned smoke and cold sparks immediately emerged in the water. He let the two cold fireworks burn in his hand for five seconds, and then after he let go, two balls of light were immediately swept into the depths of the vortex.

I was behind the bronze horse, and I couldn't see the light of the cold fireworks. What it looked like in the vortex. I saw the fat man turn his head, stretch his right hand flat, cover his eyebrows, pointing to the vortex below, and finally raised his big finger: "I saw it, it's right below."

I fixed my body hard, pointed to Shirley Yang and Fatty, and patted my hiking helmet: "Be careful." Then the three of them hugged the copper horse tightly, and slowly sank with the suction of the vortex. Thanks to the weight of the copper horse, otherwise people would inevitably be confused by the water flow when they went there.

As soon as he sank into the vortex, Shirley Yang immediately pulled the inflatable rope and filled the airbag so that the downward suction was too strong and directly swept into the depths by the undercurrent. If the bottom of the pond was like a big pot, the "water eye" in the middle was a big hole in the bottom of the pot. Even the advanced underwater lighting equipment such as "Poseidon's Radiance" seemed to be a small match in the water's eyes, and its visibility dropped sharply. At this time, it was like being in that terrifying ghost cave and being dragged into the boundless darkness by the evil ghost.

Fortunately, when I held the bronze horse and felt a steady weight, my heartbeat gradually stabilized. The entrance to the tomb passage that the fat man saw first was not deep in the vortex, almost close to the bottom of the pond, but there was a stone covering it. If I had not entered the "water eye", I would not have seen it at all.

Seeing that I had discovered the tomb passage, I hurriedly and Fatty and Shirley Yang tried their best to get our group out of the center of the vortex and struggled to swim into the tomb passage.

There is no stone gate in the tomb passage, and it is full of dark and cold pool water. However, as soon as we enter the tomb passage, we cannot feel the undercurrent suction force. The big stone at the entrance of the bluestone tomb passage is a reverse slope that is not affected by the "water eye" force field that is separated by one meter. Despite this, we still dare not neglect and swam more than twenty meters deep into the tomb passage before stopping.

I struggled with the "Water Eye" just now and didn't have time to be afraid. Now, if I think about it a little bit late in any link, I can't help but become a resentful soul at the bottom of the pond. However, I finally found the tomb passage. It would be worth taking such a big risk.

We untied the ropes on our bodies and continued to swim deep into the tomb passage that was flooded by water. After a brief look at the surrounding environment, we saw that the tomb passage was quite wide and flat, with both walls and underground, with square stone bricks, only the top of our heads were large blue stones, no murals or engraved inscriptions, and even statues of the tomb-suppressing statues. The strangest thing is that there is no stone gate, and it seems that the explosives we prepared are not available.

But I immediately figured it out that this place could definitely lead to the "Xuan Palace" of the tomb of the king. Because King Xian was addicted to the art of cultivating immortality and immortality, he thought that he could ascend to heaven after his death, and he was confident that there would be no outsiders entering this tomb, so there was no stone gate to block the tomb passage. For tomb robbers, the stone gate is indeed the stupidest thing. The difference between having a stone gate and not having a stone gate is just to waste more energy and time.

The tomb passage was deep and long, swimming in for a long time, always underwater. I made a gesture to Fatty and Shirley Yang to continue to move forward. Judging from the scale of the terrain here, the "Xuan Palace" where the coffin and the bright weapon should be not far away.

Sure enough, a stone slope appeared at the bottom of the water ahead, and the tomb passage became several times wider than before. It went up along the stone slope and soon exceeded the level of the pond water. As soon as the three of them came out of the heads, they immediately saw a blue-gray thousand-jin stone gate standing at the end of the stone slope of the tomb passage.

I wiped the water from my face and was surprised: "I finally got to the place." I wanted to break into the door immediately. The fat man pointed at the big stone door in the water and said, "Hey, Lao Hu, look at the top... why is there a small door?"

The small door that the fat man mentioned is a copper gatehouse at the highest point. It is black overall and has extremely exquisite structure. The door hole just allows one person to pass through. There are dripping eaves on the gatehouse. There are clouds and birds cast around it, which seem to symbolize that it is high above the clouds and sky.

I said to the fat man, "That place is called Tianmen. It is used to dispel the corpse of the tomb owner and then ascend to heaven. It is only available in the tombs of the Taoist sect. However, the beauty of becoming an immortal and ascend to heaven, so those mummies can not even think about it. This Tianmen can be used as a ready-made thief for our group of gold-touching lieutenants."
Chapter completed!