Fusheng Chronicle

A day later, Zhou Shengxiao, Miao Changfeng and the third master arrived in Jiaozuo, Hunan.Jiaozuo City is the ancient capital of all dynasties, with a history of thousands of years. With the precipitation of time, it has a unique temperament.

Jiaozuo is not well-known in the tourism industry. In the past few years, tomb robbers were rampant, and most of the ancient tombs were extremely damaged.Even so, archaeologists still unearthed a large number of cultural relics here, shocking the world.

As for the rare treasures that were stolen, most of them are now in foreign countries.

Although Miao Changfeng studied economics, he is not ignorant of history.Zhou Shengxiao is a professor in the Department of Archeology, and he brought a large amount of archaeological equipment to Jiaozuo without permission. There is only one possibility.There are actually many things like this nowadays, and some of them are students from the Department of Archeology who have changed careers and become tomb robbers.

But Zhou Shengxiao would probably die if a dignified professor of archeology went to rob a tomb.

The third master had his own knack for transporting guns and machinery. They lived in a five-star hotel in the city center, and the materials they carried had already been quietly transported to the outskirts.

In the morning, Zhou Shengxiao and Miao Changfeng had breakfast in the hotel restaurant.Miao Changfeng was a big man after all, and there was a big bowl of porridge, some buns and a bag of soy milk in front of him.

But Zhou Shengxiao was still drinking his cup of tea that he seemed to never finish drinking, quietly flipping through the newspapers.

Miao Changfeng couldn't help asking: "I've come here, you can't even hide your real purpose from me, can you?"

Zhou Shengxiao looked up at him, "Since you have already guessed it, why bother to ask me?"

"You are going to rob graves."

Miao Changfeng said with certainty.He is indeed a smart man in Zhou Shengxiao's opinion.But sometimes knowing too much may not be a good thing.

"Today we will all stay in the hotel, you can rest assured."

Zhou Shengxiao got up, took his teacup and was about to leave.Miao Changfeng hurriedly called to him: "What about the third master? Where did he go?"

Zhou Shengxiao's eyes fell on the emptiness in the distance, and after a long time, his low and cool voice came: "The third master is going out for a while, and he will be back soon."

A whole day passed, and Miao Changfeng stayed in the hotel as promised.After midnight, he still didn't feel sleepy, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong, so he knocked on Zhou Shengxiao's door hastily.

No answer.The third master's room is the same.

He leaned against the wall in a daze, and the hour hand had already ticked to twelve o'clock.He smiled lowly, finally realizing that he had been cheated.

At eleven o'clock, Wanggu Forest in the outskirts of Jiaozuo.

The third master was carrying a big backpack and a shovel several meters long, taller than his men.It was rare for him not to wear the Tang suit he used to wear, and changed into a light black military uniform.The high-top desert boots felt unprecedentedly hard when stepping on the dirt. He squinted at the man across from him, and felt that the relationship between people was too unfair.

Why does his third master look like a brick mover on a construction site in this outfit, while Zhou Shengxiao can wear a handsome man who looks like he is in the middle of a movie.

Sure enough, people were more angry than others, and the third master took down the big shovel helplessly, and shouted at the boy: "Did you find where the robber's hole is?"

This kind of ancient tomb, which has a long history and is also recorded in history books, must have been preempted by "ancestors".Only a fool would bother with a tomb robber again. Most people would choose to look for the robbery hole they dug before, and then enter directly.

Nowadays, tomb robbers are indeed divided into two factions, the North and the South, with their own rules and regulations, which are lengthy and complicated.As for these regulations, Zhou Shengxiao naturally did not have to abide by them.

Even if he met a thousand-year-old zongzi, at his age, the zongzi might have to kneel down and beg for mercy and call him grandpa.

"I found it." Zhou Shengxiao walked to a stone and kicked it away.Pointing to the open space below after the stone was removed, he said, "This is it, hurry up and dig."

The third master held the shovel tightly, spat twice in each of his left and right hands, and dug up the soil in the dark of night.This is a division of labor between him and Zhou Shengxiao, but he does not regret it.It should be said that I have never regretted it.

In the dead of night, among the luxuriant and strange woods, the sound of stubborn soil and the sound of a man's heavy breathing could be faintly heard.A bright moon hangs high in the sky, looking down at the earth coldly.

The robbery hole has been dug through, and the age is around the end of Qing Dynasty.The third master couldn't help but want to admire this man, so he found the most suitable robbery hole at random.Regarding the ancient tombs of the Western Zhou Dynasty, there are a total of a dozen rough and shallow robbery holes.Among these robbery holes, the oldest can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms, and the most recent is from the previous few months.

Eighty percent of the robbery holes dug by the ancients have now collapsed, and the people who dug the robbery holes recently are basically of no level.After all, the tomb robbery industry pays attention to inheritance, and the new generation of tomb robbers, even the third master, understands that they cannot be supported.

Therefore, the robbery in the late Qing Dynasty was the most convenient.

Looking at the dark, bottomless hole, it seems that it will swallow everything.The third master was a little apprehensive and said, "Master Zhou, are we really going in now?"

They hadn't had time to investigate this ancient tomb beforehand, and if they went in so rashly, even with Zhou Shengxiao around, there was a high possibility of losing their lives.

"It's just exploring the tomb. I'll go in, and you will stay outside."

Zhou Shengxiao tied a professional rope around his waist, which was several hundred meters long, enough for him to "explore the tomb".The third master is on guard on the ground, if there is any trouble, he can be notified in time.

What the two of them used was a pager brought back from abroad. This thing was only produced during World War II, and it is hardly seen in the world today.Unrestricted by the network and magnetic field, you can talk freely within a few kilometers. Even in places where there is no signal underground, you can easily receive text messages from the ground.

It was pitch black all around, except for the flashlight in Zhou Shengxiao's hand emitting a faint light.The third master sighed, and could only watch him disappear above the ground along the robbery hole without hesitation.

That pale face seemed not to belong to this world in the cold night.

10 minutes later, deep underground.

The speed of the rope descending was relatively fast, but for safety reasons Zhou Shengxiao was now only a dozen meters below the ground.The air quality seemed to be poor, but it was nothing to him.

Ancient tomb robbers often put a bird, living thing or the like into the robbery hole first, in order to distinguish whether the underground air will kill people.Nowadays, there are many means of technology, so naturally there is no need to be so troublesome, as long as an air quality detector can solve the problem.

However, Zhou Shengxiao usually goes to the tomb alone, and the poisonous gas accumulated over the years in these ancient tombs cannot harm him.Longevity, in other words, eternal life.

Thousands of years have passed, and he has yet to find a way to die.

The cave is like hell, and the strange feeling of falling is enough to make people feel frightened.After an unknown amount of time, he finally touched the stable ground, picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the third master, "It's already come down."

Soon came the third master's reply: "Then you continue, there is no problem now."

It was too quiet here, only the sound of Zhou Shengxiao's footsteps walking forward, and the sound of the rope dragging the ground behind him.The strong light of the flashlight can only illuminate a few inches in front of you, and if you look forward, you will be plunged into unknown darkness.

Zhou Shengxiao kept walking forward.You still can't see your fingers, but you can see the traces left by the predecessors along the way, such as the remains of torches.

The walls were also completely different. Zhou Shengxiao stopped and looked at the murals above.Various patterns are engraved on the mud walls, including ghostly ones and exquisite graffiti.There are also depictions telling stories, most of which are about the art of seeking immortality and asking questions.

With a flash of fire, he turned his head to search vigilantly.

I saw the stone gate not far away slowly opening, making a deafening rumbling sound.

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