Tomb Raider Live: Beginning Cao Cao's 72 Suspected Tombs

Not burning all the time.

These ten-thousand-year candles will only be lit when someone breaks into the room, breaks the balance of Feng Shui, and is filled with anger.

"Damn it, corpse oil?"

"It sounds like a person, but a mermaid is also a person, right?"

"No wonder I always felt that this Tibetan military building looked eerie and strange, but there is a mermaid soul suppressed in this damn lamp, can it be different?"

"Let's say there are hundreds of lamps in this building, how many black scales have been hunted and killed?"

"I knew that it's not that there are no sharks in the world, but that they were hunted and killed by the ancients long ago, and they are directly endangered."

You know, the ancients had an unimaginable attachment to fire.

Whether it is the Suiren family known as the ancestor of fire in ancient mythology, who taught people to drill wood to make fire, or the fire thief who stole fire from gods to the world in Greek mythology.

The light of the fire dispels the darkness, and no longer suffers from the terror of the dark night.

In particular, this kind of lights that can last forever are sought after by countless people.

perhaps.

In the depths of the South China Sea, there used to be a Longxiao Palace, in which there was a clan of mermaids.

It's just that after thousands of years, they were hunted and killed by people, and became candles that could not be extinguished for thousands of years in ancient temples, tombs, and mausoleums.

He sighed secretly.

Chen Yao did not put away the scale, but put it back into the glass cup, submerged in the layer of white oil.

Then, with the dim light of the two long dragons, he walked slowly into the depths of the building.

Chapter 118

Although there are candles shining in the building.

But I don't know why, but when I'm in it, I still have a dark and deep feeling.

It seems that there is no temperature at all.

Walking through it, except for the crackling sound of the wick, Chen Yao couldn't hear any movement, and it seemed that even the sound of footsteps was covered.

There was a deathly silence.

Step into the back hall.

Chen Yao swept around.

A gable wall stood tall, and there was a stone door under the left wall. When the light shone through, he saw that there was a wooden ladder behind it, which should lead to the second floor.

However, the depths of the pavilion are pitch black, even strong light is difficult to penetrate.

Chen Yao just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the gable.

Portraits of people hung on the walls.

The clothes are all different, and the appearance and temperament are also different.

You can tell at a glance that you are not a person of the same era.

The one at the front, looking at the clothes, seems to be able to date back to the pre-Qin period.

"Zhuge Lue, people from the counties of Langya County..."

Chen Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured.

He suddenly understood that this place should be an ancestral hall of the Zhuge family.

According to historical records, although Zhuge Liang lived in seclusion in Longzhong in his early years, his ancestral home was Langya.

From this point of view, it is true.

And even though he had no impression of Zhuge Lue, looking at his long-sleeved and broad robe and his extraordinary temperament, his background was also unusual.

At a glance, he still saw a few slightly familiar names. ..

For example, his father Zhuge Gui, in the late Han Dynasty, was once an official to the Taishan County Prime Minister in Yanzhou, and his brother Zhuge Jin, an important minister of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, was an official to a general, and led Yuzhou Mu.

Zhuge Liang himself was not among them.

only……

look at.

A very strange idea suddenly appeared in Chen Yao's heart.

Candle flickering, against the dim light.

Those people in the painting seemed to have opened their eyes, and fell on him in unison, a feeling of being stared at by countless dead people spontaneously arose.

But when he looked up, that feeling disappeared again.

But looking at those well-dressed ancients, Chen Yao felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked.

His face was indifferent and his eyes were dull.

Like countless ghosts.

"Damn it, these portraits look so creepy."

"What's going on, why do I feel like someone is staring at me?"

"It's a bit far-fetched, buddy, why don't I feel it... No, I'm stupid, it seems that someone has entered my room."

"Fuck, don't scare me."

Not only him, but countless viewers who saw those densely packed portraits in the live broadcast also felt hairy all over their bodies.

It was as if there were invisible eyes peering at him in the dark.

Chen Yao forcibly moved his eyes away.

The strange feeling disappeared immediately.

"Damn it..."

Secretly complained.

But he didn't think too much about it, after all, it was his Zhuge family's tomb that was stolen, and it was expected that he would be targeted by his ancestors.

It was a blessing not to jump out of the coffin and hit someone.

Thinking of that situation, even he felt his scalp tingle.

He simply stopped thinking about it, and walked directly under the gable to the wooden ladder.

Chen Yao held up the flashlight and looked in with the probe.

The escalator spirals up, there are about 20 steps, and each step of the wooden ladder is covered with a thick layer of dust.

It's been a long time since anyone came here.

However, what Chen Yao focused on investigating was the walls and dome on both sides of the stairs.

The walls are high and steep, and under the light of the flashlight, there is a deep gray color, which looks like the bluestone ground covered with morning dew.

He subconsciously reached out and wiped it.

There was a gloomy chill in the palm of his hand.

As for the dome, it was pitch black. Chen Yao looked up for a long time before vaguely seeing an upside-down bowl-shaped structure built with layers of green bricks.

It should be to support the entire Tibetan military building.

After all, this wooden building with double eaves rests on the mountain. Once the top collapses, all the weight will be pressed down in an instant, but this structure can distribute the weight to the greatest extent.

It has to be said that Zhuge Liang is indeed well versed in the way of Mohist institutions.

Such an exquisite design, not to mention the Three Kingdoms era 2000 years ago, even if it comes from the hands of later architects, no one doubts it.

While observing the surrounding situation, Chen Yao also tried to get off the wooden ladder to bear the weight.

To his surprise, although one or two thousand years had passed, the wooden ladder showed no signs of decay.

After taking a closer look, he discovered that the side of the escalator close to the wall was nailed into the stone wall with cross-bars to seal it.

No wonder it can survive thousands of years without breaking.

This is a mountain-style building.

The most typical one is the Hanging Temple.

The entire ancient temple is like a pine tree hanging on the steep wall of thousands of feet. It does not move in the wind and rain, which is almost miraculous.

In fact, it is a mountain with double eaves.

It's just that it is more difficult to support such a temple.

At least hundreds of ancient trees are used to form a beam, and when it is lifted, it looks like it is hanging in the air from a distance.

That's why it is called Hanging Temple.

Seeing this, Chen Yao stepped on the stairs and walked up quickly without any hesitation.

There was only a sound of footsteps echoing on the stairs.

After a while.

Wait until he reaches the second floor.

Just like the one below, one candle after another seems to be floating in the dark night, illuminating the surrounding area in depth.

It's just compared to the emptiness and loneliness downstairs.

The second floor is much more crowded.

Looking up, as far as the eyes can see, there are densely packed utensils.

Ancient books, Taoist collections, bamboo slips, bronze wares, crossbows, iron arrows, and even a wooden ox and horse he saw in the cave earlier.

"Is this a grocery store?"

Chen Yao was a little dumbfounded.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if he was killed, he wouldn't have imagined that there would be such a situation in the extremely tight Wuhou Zangbing Building just at the gate.

To say it's a grocery store seems like an understatement.

It's like the street stalls selling antiques outside the ancient city of Luoyang.

Disorganized, without atmosphere at all.

After being dazed for a long time, he finally came back to his senses and walked to the nearest bookshelf.

It was full of ancient books.

However, it was not paper but silk, and he gently picked up a roll, shaking off the dust on the silk book, before Chen Yao opened it carefully.

"Lin Jing?"

Two seal characters came into view.

The Lin Jing is also known as the Spring and Autumn Period, one of the Six Classics of Confucianism.

It is said in the Three Kingdoms that Zhuge Liang read Confucian classics first, then Zuo Zhuan and Warring States Policy, and finally read military books.

Right now, it seems that is the case.

The ancient books on the bookshelves are basically in this category.

Chen Yao flipped through the past, occasionally stopping to read carefully.

It is in this Immortal Xiaoyao Pavilion that it is free from moisture and insects, so these ancient books are preserved in such a complete way.

There are also bamboo slips, all of which are ancient relics from 2000 years ago.

Most of them are orphans.

If you take it out, any one can even be used as a town hall treasure.

As for the black market auction, I'm afraid it will cause a sensation.

Suddenly.

Chen Yao focused his eyes.

His eyes fell directly on a volume of books.