We often call this thing in my hand cold fireworks, but it is actually wrong. In military terms, it is called a burning rod. We usually buy it through railway companies. In the railway bureau, this thing is called a signal torch. The burning time is about 10 minutes. We often buy it together with the Xiangdun. The reason why it is called this thing cold fireworks is because many signal torches are indeed cold fire torches, but this group of fat people should be old railway products, which burned my hair.

If it is not cold, it is an underwater burning rod, with the maximum temperature reaching 2600 degrees instantly. No wonder the mural was burned like this.

I guess the pigments on this mural can evaporate when they encounter light, which may be related to the special minerals here. The painters often pick redstone to make pigments in the local area. I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional, but the murals here use this special red.

Although the burning rod is dangerous, the advantage is that it can be used as a weapon while lighting. The entire mural is steaming, and I can clearly see the twists of the air. The air is filled with the smell of the burning rod, and I can also smell that strange smell of blood. The two smells make me trance. I keep slapping myself in the face to keep myself awake. In a trance, I feel that my phone keeps ringing, as if there is a text message coming, but when I look down, I find that there is nothing in the phone.

I remembered the previous few text messages and the room of Yang Daguang's mummy. I always felt something was wrong. Could it be that I had started to be poisoned in that ruin?

It wasn't easy to think more at this time. I decisively took off my shorts, stirred them in the mud and wet them, covered my mouth, and buried the burning rod in the mud.

This thing comes with oxidizer, which can be burned in water and can continue to burn in mud, but it cannot be seen, and the surroundings are instantly pitch black.

I swayed down with the head of the Thunder God statue. If I couldn't walk even if I was stuck in the mud, there must be something strange inside the statues around me. There must be something hidden under the mud. I can only do dangerous moves.

I pulled out the detonator on my body, hid myself behind the statue I was holding, and hit it, and then threw it out as I counted.

After throwing me, I was retracted into the mud, curled up with all my strength, and silently counted 1 and 2 in my heart. Before I reached 3, the detonator exploded. I felt like I was punched in the mud and almost fainted. The body on my left was completely under the shock wave. I vomited after climbing out of the mud. The burning rod was blown out of the mud, and the thing was blasted out by the shock wave for three or four meters, and it was still burning, but I couldn't reach it. With the light of the fire, I saw that the top of the burial pit was blown down again, and countless gravel fell down. I hugged my head and saw that I was blowing out a big pit where I threw the detonator. The mud was everywhere, all of which were mud on the eyes of the mural.

Look! Let's blow you up again! I looked at the murals that had already cracked on the ceiling, threw out three detonators again, and the person shrank into the mud again.

1,2, exploded again. This time the movement was much louder, and the earth was shaken. It was because the mud had already been blown up a gap before. Before the mud was completely covered again, the second, third, fourth, and third were blown up, and the mud was boiled hot. The third sound was blown out of the mud by the shock wave, and I flipped over and was patted in the mud. Then the mud fell down and the underwear on my face disappeared.

The ceiling collapsed completely, the bottom of the burial pit collapsed, and all the silt began to surge in one direction.

I only have a mom selling formula in my heart. I asked the fat man to add the detonator leads to 3 seconds, and only 2 seconds. It must have been added after drinking. If I hadn't cherished my life, I would have thrown the detonator out as soon as possible, I would have blown my detonator to baldly.

I got up again, my body continued to sink, and the mud on my body was steaming. I sneered in my heart. No matter what was hidden in these statues in the mud, even if it was a dinosaur, the four detonators should doubt life.

I turned around in the mud and went to find my shorts, but found that I couldn't find them in the mud. I thought I was embarrassed now, so I took a selfie with my phone, and my body was covered in mud, so I couldn't see any clues. Then I felt a little relieved.

The mud began to slid down with me. The power was so huge that no one could resist. The statues in the mud were all blown up in scattered ways. I was surprised that if I was blown up like this, I would come out to know the things in it. While I was about to fall to the next level, I bit the knife and prepare for a battle.

Suddenly, something hung upside down on the ceiling and grabbed my equipment belt. I was about to use a knife to chop it when I heard a familiar voice: "Don't move!"

Then, the fat man said, "Get up!"

I was pulled out of the mud, and I was pulled from the gap in the ceiling to the upper layer and threw it to the ground.

A dark light from the mobile phone screen shone on me, and I saw the oil bottle turn over and squat on the ground and look at me. Half of the tattoo on my body came out. It seemed that I had used a lot of effort just now.

The fat man held up his cell phone: "You're going to have a fuck**."

I wiped my face and said, "Learn from you." I suddenly fell to the ground.

The fat man handed me a towel, which he tied to his hands to wipe his sweat. It smelled so much... I barely surrounded him and asked how Fat man and Mon Oil Bottle got together.

In fact, the three of us were very close to each other when we were washed into the tomb passage by the mud. It was easy to know where the other party was. I looked at the funeral pit underground. The mud was pouring into the next layer, revealing the whole picture of the pit, but soon the burning rod was washed down. In those few minutes of light, I saw that there were bones under the mud, but not humans, and it seemed that they were all the wreckage of horses and chariots. It was a chariot pit. The mud retreated, and all the chariots below were exposed. No wonder they were stepping on the height and the drop difference was so big.

Many of these rotten Han Dynasty chariot wrecks were protected by the mud, and many even had paint colors, although the axles were decayed and collapsed. The entire burial pit was full of chariots and horse bones, which was very spectacular. Among these chariots, there were thunder figurines, just like the evil gods in the Minyue Forest, all of them were brought down by the mud.

The fat man sighed and took a photo of us. The situation is unclear now. Although it seems that it has been a long time, it has only been a while since we came down. We cannot delay too much at this time. "These tomb passages are all connected. According to my experience, this king's tomb is not big. The burial pit is below. We have now seen the four-layer structure, with the burial pit below and the drainage layer below. Then the layer we are in should be the main tomb passage."

I calculated it, and it turns out that way. The fat man stuck the mud on my body and drew it on the ground. This tomb chamber is different from the Han tomb on the plain. It is more three-dimensional. The tomb passage is above the burial pit and may be connected by stone steps and burial pits, but...

I looked at the top of my head, and there was a tomb passage above my head, which was where I fell. What was going on with this tomb passage?

When doing this business, the rules are very important. An ancient tomb design that goes against the rules must have hidden important intentions.

The fat man also discovered my doubts. He focused on the picture: "This tomb passage is redundant, parallel to the main tomb passage, and above the entire king's tomb."
Chapter completed!