Revolution in the depths of the soul

Uncle Biao was halfway through inserting the detonator, when Fang Zhuo yelled at him, almost tore off the wire.

Everyone said angrily: "What's the name!"

Zhan Xing held the flashlight, put it under his chin, and illuminated it from bottom to top, with a gusty wind, he said miserably, "Brother Fang..."

Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he almost urinated, and shouted angrily: "Don't be scary! Grandpa Patriarch said, you can't be scary when fighting! It's a taboo!"

The old bandit Xie tapped the ground with his cigarette stick, and said slowly, "People are scary, scary..."

Lin Jingfeng waved to Zhanxing: "He doesn't understand, forgive me, come here."

Lin Jingfeng defended his shortcomings, and the old thief Xie couldn't say much, but Yu Fangzhuo glared at him.Zhan Xing looked up at the mural, and Lin Jingfeng said, "What do you think this is?"

The murals are inlaid with blue, yellow, red and other colored raw stones, which are colorful and colorful, forming a portrait of a woman.

Zhan Xing said: "According to the painting art standards at that time, this is a representation of a... very beautiful woman."

Lin Jingfeng said, "Is that his concubine?"

Zhan Xing glanced at the quiet sarcophagus in the center, nodded and said, "Maybe..." Before he finished speaking, Uncle Biao detonated the detonator, and there was a bang of stone dust, and a shock wave came, Zhan Xing hurriedly hid behind Lin Jingfeng.

Uncle Biao’s blasting site was all the connection points of the stone gate. Once it was blown up, the whole gigantic boulder fell down violently due to the recoil force.

In the room is a large copper frame, on which pieces of jade stones of different sizes are tied with copper wires, and the power of the blast was blown away, causing the jade pieces to collide with each other and clank loudly.

Everyone fell silent.

The old thief Xie uttered a dirty word, got up to check, and Uncle Biao was ecstatic: "It's an ancient musical instrument! This time it's worth it!"

The jade frame is nearly [-] meters high, and it is divided into two rows from bottom to top. There are nine pieces of jade in each row. The small jade piece on the upper left is the smallest, no bigger than a palm.

Uncle Biao fiddled with the jade chimes on the rack in disbelief, looked back at Lin Jingfeng, and said with a smile, "What's the history, little brother?"

Zhan Xing and Lin Jingfeng whispered a few words, Lin Jingfeng walked over and said: "Weaving chimes, a total of eighteen chimes, the owner of the tomb is a royal family, Tianzi chimes 36, royal chimes eighteen, Hou Qing nine."

The old thief Xie said excitedly: "There should be other valuables, let's look for them again?"

Uncle Biao couldn't wait to look at the other ear room.

Standing in front of the chime, Lin Jingfeng buried his head and picked up the long spoon on the side of the chime stand. Zhan Xing followed and said, "It was a very popular musical instrument at that time. According to legend, Confucius was a master chime maker."

Lin Jingfeng tapped a piece of jade with a long spoon, making a pleasant sound.

At the same time, he seemed to hear a small sound resounding deep in the ear chamber, as if it was the sound of a round copper bead sliding through the groove.

On one side of the ear chamber, in a blind spot that Uncle Biao had never seen, there is a small bronze tripod with several stone slips inside.

Zhan Xing stepped forward to pick it out, and inspected it against the light outside the room, it was full of strange symbols.

Lin Jingfeng asked: "What is it?"

Zhan Xing: "Play the music score, try?"

He took the long spoon, and the beater was neither gold nor jade, and when it hit the chime, it caused a slight sound.

Zhan Xing didn't hear it, but Lin Jingfeng noticed it.

"There is a mechanism behind this." Lin Jingfeng pressed Zhan Xing's hand: "It is activated by a musical instrument."

Zhan Xing asked blankly, "Do you want to tell them?"

Lin Jingfeng couldn't make up his mind, and at the same time, the sound of explosions came from the ear room on the other side. They turned their heads and saw that Uncle Biao had successfully blasted open the opposite door.

The second stone door crashed down, revealing the opposite room.

"What's going on?" Uncle Biao asked in amazement.

The side room was empty except for an opened coffin. Fang Zhuo couldn't help shaking, and staggered back a few steps.

The coffin was wide open, the lid was thrown aside, the ear chamber was tightly sealed against the wall, and there was no other exit, even though the old thief Xie was well-informed, he couldn't help but shuddered and murmured: "Run... run away ?”

"Impossible." Lin Jingfeng took the flashlight and shone a round on the upper part of the ear chamber.

Before they came in, the place was completely closed, and the cloth inside the coffin showed a complete human shape, obviously there was a corpse, but the stone door had never been opened, how could the coffin lid open by itself?Where did the ancient corpse go?

Fang Zhuo trembled and said, "Zongzi... Zongzi..."

Lin Jingfeng asked: "You said earlier that there were only two corpses here? How did the third one come about?"

Zhan Xing looked at the stone slips carefully: "I don't know, maybe it's another tomb? We just dug through it?"

The speaker was unintentional, but Lin Jingfeng was suddenly enlightened, walked into the ear room, picked the dirt on the wall with his fingers and sniffed, and said: "This is another robbery hole, probably the place where Dang Yukun's subordinates dug sideways during the Republic of China. "

"There are three people in the tomb..." Lin Jingfeng thought for a while, "This is probably a female corpse. The corpse and funerary objects have been transported away by those who came earlier, and the hole was sealed by mudslides. It is what we see now."

Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief, Lin Jingfeng bowed and cleared the bottom of the coffin, but found nothing.

The old thief Xie said resentfully: "There is no way."

Uncle Biao smiled and said, "It's not like I got nothing, I'm going to dismantle the instrument and transport it away."

Lin Jingfeng signaled to wait a moment: "Let's have a look again." After finishing speaking, he asked Zhan Xing: "Do you know how to play an instrument?"

Zhan Xing gestured for a long time, but did not answer, then picked up the long spoon, and tapped on the chime.

Either crisp or dull voices sounded, very pleasant, elegant and solemn, with a bit of sadness, and the notes gradually sank until they returned to silence.

Every time Zhan Xing knocked the chime, the mechanism deep in the ear chamber received a strange resonance, and a copper bead slid down the track inside the wall, converging behind the mural in the center of the tomb.

The movable five-color stone portraits slowly change under the force of the copper beads, the color blocks move away, and the murals slowly recede.

Uncle Biao exclaimed, before the mural was fully opened, he rushed sideways through the gap.

"Wait!" Lin Jingfeng shouted.

The old thief Xie was walking like flying, as if he had discovered a brand new treasure house, he followed Uncle Biao and rushed into the depths of the tomb.

Zhan Xing put down the hammer, as if he was still reminiscing about that piece of music.

"The earliest form of the mourning book." He examined the stone slips in his hand against the light: "This is a great archaeological discovery, and the chime music just now should have been created by the owner of the tomb to commemorate his concubine. , can you give me the mourning book?"

Lin Jingfeng said: "They will sell it, give up, what do you want this for? Take it back to America?"

Zhan Xing thought about it, so he had no choice but to stop insisting.

Behind the mural is another dark and deep passage. Lin Jingfeng turned on the flashlight, walked slowly, and asked, "Uncle Biao? Brother Xie?"

No one answered.

The secret road didn't know where it was going, when suddenly a strong wind rushed towards his face, Lin Jingfeng kicked him sideways, and then jumped up, barely dodging the iron arrows that shot across his feet.

"Be careful!" Lin Jingfeng shouted, "Back!"

Zhan Xing was startled, and hurriedly backed away. In just a few seconds, Lin Jingfeng swung the flashlight to the ground, identified the location of the bricks and stones, and jumped several times in a row. Finally, there was a muffled sound of a boom, and everything was quiet.

Zhan Xing gasped for a moment in the darkness with his back against the passage wall, everything happened so suddenly, he finally calmed down and asked, "Hey, are you there?"

No one answered, Zhan Xing was shocked.

He took out the lighter, and the faint light illuminated a small area around him.

"Lin Jing...Little Master!" Zhan Xing said loudly.

Arrows were scattered all over the ground, Zhan Xing couldn't help panting, there was a faint human voice coming from the ground, Zhan Xing heaved a sigh of relief, lay down on the floor tiles and put his ears on it, another arrow grazed the top of his head.

Exhibition line: "..."

He tried to press it, and one of the floor tiles turned over. Zhan Xing understood that it was a trap.

He turned on the switch, and the dazzling flashlight below shot up obliquely.

"How are you!" Zhan Xing shouted anxiously.

Lin Jingfeng shouted: "It's okay! You go back and bring the rope!" Another flashlight dangled near the bottom of the pit, and Zhan Xing saw the old thief Xie leaning on the edge of the pit.

Zhan Xing identified the location, marked the corner, and hurried back to the entrance of Pirates' Cave to get the climbing rope.

When he passed the sarcophagus, he found that there seemed to be a slight change in the tomb, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.In the gloomy tomb, several corpses were lying in the corner, their rotting facial features were ferocious, as if they were watching his movements.

Zhan Xing finally started to get scared, with Lin Jingfeng by his side all the time, now acting alone, he couldn't help feeling horrified.

Zhan Xing turned on his mobile phone, using the light of the screen to quickly run out of the grave, and found another climbing rope in Lin Jingfeng's backpack.

It was nearly midnight, and the woods on the hillside were full of dark winds, blowing Zhanxing to a shabby state.

At the same time, at the bottom of the underground pit:

Uncle Biao tapped the surrounding walls with his fingers, making a dark metallic sound.

The place where Lin Jingfeng fell was a smooth stone road, which slanted through most of the bottom of the tomb and led to a sacrificial pit.The pit was covered with white human bones, and a palm-sized skylight was opened on the top. It was just when the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the light came down from the skylight and shone on the dense pile of bones.

"These are grave-diggers," Uncle Biao said.

Old thief Xie leaned against the inner edge of the pit and gasped for breath.He, Uncle Biao, and Fang Zhuo were the first to fall, causing both legs to be broken.

"It can't be done, I'm getting old, if I didn't bring my apprentice, I would have to take over the mountain after a few more trips." The old thief Xie said.

Fang Zhuo's face was covered with blood. He was shot in the left ear when he first entered the arrow secret passage of the mechanism, but fortunately he wiped it.

Lin Jingfeng connected the broken leg for Old Thief Xie, and ordered: "Pick two dead man's leg bones and use them as splints for your master to fix them."

Uncle Biao said, "This is a metal room, a copper room?"

Lin Jingfeng got up and scanned his surroundings. The moonlight was bright. He put away the flashlight, and saw a circular space around him, with ancient inscriptions engraved on the walls.

Lin Jingfeng said: "I don't understand, the round secret room? It should be a funeral pit, let Zhanxing come down to have a look later."

Uncle Biao said: "Words can move, Lin San, look here."

Uncle Biao reached out and pressed on a strange inscription, pressing it slightly indented, and there was a slight mechanical sound from behind the circular copper wall.

Lin Jingfeng said: "You better not move around."

On the other side of the tomb:

Zhan Xing walked into the central tomb for the third time and looked around to tie the rope to a firm place. There were only two sarcophagi there.

He looped the rope around the empty one, bowed to tie a knot, and suddenly realized that there was something different from the first time he entered.

The oil lamps on both sides of the mural were extinguished when he walked out of the dark passage.

A strong sense of terror welled up in Zhan Xing's heart.

In the silence, another coffin behind him made a dull sound.

Exhibition line: "..."

Zhan Xing turned his head tremblingly, and the coffin lid slid open extremely slowly.

"Oh my god!" Zhan Xing yelled frantically in fright, and fell backwards.

The coffin lid slid halfway open and stopped.

"Ah, ah, ah... ah, ah, ah..." Zhan Xing nervously grasped the long-handled chime hammer, and said loudly to the coffin: "Don't come out! Don't come out! Zongzi! I warn you! Don't come out! ! I'm a batter too!"

Zhan Xing threw the black donkey hoof that Lin Jingfeng gave him earlier into the coffin.

The coffin did not move, and Zhan Xing was about to cry. He was facing the coffin, moving slowly, holding the long-handled hammer firmly in both hands, and when he was about to stretch out one hand, he hit it hard. Give it a home run.

However, there was no response, the coffin lid was half opened, neither fully opened nor closed.

Zhan Xing seemed to be hallucinating, seeing something coming out of the coffin, he completely collapsed, stepped forward fiercely, poked hard into the coffin with a long-handled spoon, and shouted frantically: "Go back! Go back—— —!”

After poking it a few times, Zhan Xing tremblingly picked up the rope, backed away tremblingly, and then ran towards the passage desperately.

"You, you... are you still there? Master? My dear Master..." Zhan Xing threw himself in front of the trap, and threw the rope down with hands and feet.

Lin Jingfeng's voice: "Come down, there is something for you to see!"

Zhan Xing couldn't wait for it, and immediately slid down the ramp.

Lin Jingfeng caught Zhan Xing, made him stand upright, and pointed at the wall: "Look here."

Zhan Xing was initially shocked, Lin Jingfeng frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhan Xing waved his hands tremblingly, and Uncle Biao asked, "Little Doctor, what do these words mean?" After speaking, he pressed the original inscription symbols again.

At the other end of the tomb, the coffin lid was fully opened, and the floor was tilted to support a male corpse.

The ancient corpse of the Zhou Dynasty stood up slowly under the action of the mechanism, facing the direction of the dark passage.

There was a mark of a black donkey's hoof on the face of the male corpse, and the nose was poked to one side - a masterpiece of the previous exhibition.

"This is... it's... Zhong Dingwen." Zhan Xing said, "I don't quite understand, let me see if there is..."

Uncle Biao said: "Which organs can open the door leading to the treasure room?"

Lin Jingfeng frowned displeased, and signaled Uncle Biao not to ask more questions.

"Why, why is there Zhong Dingwen on the wall?" Zhan Xing murmured: "No, it shouldn't be engraved here... Shouldn't it be engraved on the belly of the tripod...?"

Zhan Xing looked up and saw a palm-sized skylight above his head, dimly shining moonlight.

Cell phone has signal!one frame!

Zhan Xing became energetic in an instant, and gestured: "Wait a minute! I'll call and ask."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Zhanxing dialed his home phone.

On the other side of the ocean, New York, one o'clock in the afternoon.

With a cup of coffee in hand, Lu Shaorong was writing a research report on the computer when his cell phone rang.

Lu Shaorong: "Dear son, your boyfriend, the young master of a certain consortium came to your door a few days ago..."

Zhan Xing: "Hey, Lu Shaorong, don't talk about this first, let me ask you a question about the cultural relics of the Zhou Dynasty in China."

Lu Shaorong's heart moved: "Zhou Dynasty?"

Lu Shaorong was working on a project about the Three Dynasties of Ancient China. He was very interested. He leaned on the swivel chair and rubbed his temples: "Speak."

Zhan Xing: "There is a kind of thing, it is made of metal, and its inner wall is engraved with bells and tripods..."

Lu Shaorong: "Made of metal, engraved with bells and tripods, isn't it just a tripod?"

Lin Jingfeng moved his fingers, motioning for Zhan Xing to bring the phone over, Zhan Xing waved his hand, and pressed the loudspeaker button. Several people stood at the bottom of the pit, and Lu Shaorong's voice could be heard very clearly.

Uncle Biao twitched his eyebrows, realizing that most of Zhan Xing's parents were also from a family of antiques, so they should not be underestimated.

Zhan Xing: "Yes...it's a tripod, I can't see it clearly, is there such a big tripod?"

Lu Shaorong: "How big is the cauldron?"

Zhan Xing: "It's about the size of a room, five meters high."

Lu Shaorong asked: "There are no similar ones in New York, but there are large bronze wares in the ancient Shu Kingdom. Where did you see them?"

Zhan Xing nonsense said: "Xi'an History and Culture Museum."

Lu Shaorong said: "Recently unearthed? There is no information on it. In theory, there can be such a big tripod. Did you use a ladder to enter the tripod?"

Zhan Xing hurriedly said: "No, it is placed horizontally, it should be a newly unearthed cultural relic... because there is no commentary, it is very strange. The bell and drum inscriptions on the tripod's belly are in a circle, and I can't tell where to start. Tell us that when it was dug out, the bottom of the cauldron was covered with the bones of dead people, and they were buried folk husbands."

Lu Shaorong: "This should be a mechanism in the tomb. It also appeared in the Warring States period. They put this kind of tripod in a secret passage, and it was also used for slaughtering and burying slaves... The movable inscriptions in the tripod connect all the organs in the entire tomb. , you'd better describe it in detail."

Zhan Xing: "The photos I just took have been sent to your mailbox."

Lu Shaorong sat up straight, clicked on the mailbox with the mouse, and looked at the photo for a moment: "Which angle did you take it from? The flash is too dim."

Of course, it was impossible for Zhan Xing to tell him that the film was taken in the belly of the tripod, so he hesitated and hesitated. After a while, Lu Shaorong's voice came from the phone: "That is a rather peculiar device. The purpose of all the inscription switches is The only thing is, are there other sharp ridges in the belly of the tripod?"

Zhan Xing said happily: "Yes, yes! How do you know?"

Uncle Biao and Lin Jingfeng leaned over and saw countless sharp metal protrusions among the lines of inscriptions.

Lu Shaorong: "Well, that's right."

Zhan Xing: "What interesting things are those?"

Lu Shaorong: "Well, it's really interesting. When any one of the inscription blocks is pressed to the bottom, these ridges will shoot out."

Exhibition line: "?"

Lu Shaorong: "They are sharp spear heads. The slaves were driven into this kind of big cauldron. When the mechanism is activated, more than 1000 metal spears will be shot out at the same time, and all the living creatures in the cauldron will be pierced on the guns."

Exhibition line: "..."

Uncle Biao: "..."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."