"It's not extinct, what is that?" The fat man squinted his eyes and looked towards his grandfather.

Because the light in the tomb passage was too dark, the fat man couldn't see clearly the path under his feet, so he subconsciously moved forward by touching the murals.

But just when his hand was about to touch the murals, the grandfather in front suddenly shone his flashlight in panic: "Little fat man, don't touch those murals!"

Although grandpa shouted as fast as he could, the fat man was slow to react and his chubby palms still touched the mural.

It was too late, but it was soon. As the fat man’s palm rubbed against the mural, the entire tomb passage seemed to be turned on by some kind of mechanism. There were sounds of gears grinding, and even the wheels under our feet could be heard.

The ground also shook.

Before we could figure out what was going on, we saw countless spider web-like cracks appearing on the ground around us.

I nervously turned on the emergency lights and looked back. I was shocked and speechless.

I saw that wherever we walked through the tomb passages, the ground would completely fall down every certain distance.

Yes, I described it correctly, it just fell!

From a distance, it looks like a giant playing the piano with his fingers.

In just one minute, the ground collapsed layer by layer, spreading to our feet.

I immediately shouted: "No, the ground is all sinking, everyone run away!"

I don’t need to remind you. The veteran tomb robbers who followed Grandpa also reacted. There were screams and hurried shouts in the darkness. But the ground was sinking too fast. No matter how powerful they were, they couldn’t do anything at all.

There is no time to look for other ways out.

In the panic, grandpa shouted wisely: "Don't mess up, no one will survive if you mess up. Quickly pull out the paratrooper knife on your leg, stick it on the wall, and find a place to stay first."

We had no choice but to pull out our paratrooper knives one after another and insert them into the cracks in the rocks on both sides of the wall. We grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand and hung our bodies like apes in the tomb passage.

Two foreigners were unable to dodge and fell down immediately along with the collapsed ground.

Grandpa looked down with a flashlight and found that the collapsed place was so deep that even the light of the flashlight could not penetrate. It was like a terrifying black hole.

The fat man who was lucky enough to survive looked at the dense black holes behind him, wiped his sweat and said: "Damn it, it was so hanging, I almost didn't fall..."

I saw that the fat man was still making sarcastic remarks at this time, and I wanted to kick him down: "You are not the one who caused the trouble? I told you not to touch him, but you are still fooling around."

"You can't blame me, Fatty. Who knew the owner of the tomb was so bad? He set up so many traps in the tomb."

"Nonsense, why are you asking a fat man like you to come over and rob a tomb?"

"Okay, please stop saying a few words." Grandpa looked around worriedly, then sighed deeply and said, "It's not an option if this continues, we can't always hang it on the wall."

"Old man, according to my guess, these deep pits that collapsed were not dug by the owner of the tomb later, but were there before. When he was building the tomb, he just used whole blocks of marble to cover the pits.

It has been paved again. As long as someone triggers the mechanism, all these marbles will fall off, and the people on them will naturally fall into the abyss." At this time, Zhang Sanpao, who had come to his senses, said.

Sure enough, Colonel Touch Jin saw the key to the problem at a glance.

"That's right." Grandpa nodded and said with slight admiration to Zhang Sanpao: "That's why when we escaped just now, we saw that the ground collapsed piece by piece, and I guess A Ming and I had

The burrows they found in the maze were the same as these pits."

"So, there are many big holes like this on top of our heads?" After listening to my grandfather's words, I quickly looked at the top of my head with some fear.

"Dingdang, please don't scare me, Fatty. Doesn't that mean that the marbles above our heads may be smashed down at any time?" Fatty screamed. Judging from his panic, it seemed that he was about to be smashed down in the next second.

Like death.

Just when we were getting more and more scared, Wang Yuanchao suddenly said: "Dingdang, why do I feel a little strange? Why are there so many vertical holes here? Is this still a tomb? It looks like it was dug during the Anti-Japanese War.

typical."

"No, no, no, it's not a tunnel. The tunnels were just places used to hide people during the Anti-Japanese War to avoid raids by the Japanese. How could there be such a deep tunnel?" I just finished speaking when I suddenly remembered the place I had walked through before.

The tomb passage covered with lotus flowers: "That said, I remembered it. It seems that since we entered the tomb, we have been going all the way down. It is at least several hundred meters deep underground. Could it be that this place is densely packed with trees?

There are burrows like a hornet's nest, and the entire tomb was built along these burrows?"

"Isn't this incredible?" I exclaimed, but when I thought about it, I realized that this possibility was unlikely.

Because ancient people attached great importance to tombs, they felt that tombs were the most important event in their lives, more important than the wedding night and the inscription on the gold medal list. A good tomb can let one's soul rest in peace forever, and future generations will be prosperous and wealthy.

If you leave the tomb, you will never be reincarnated, and your descendants will either be poor or die prematurely.

That's why some emperors built luxurious tombs for themselves from the moment they ascended the throne, spending decades on them. For example, Qin Shihuang's tomb was not completed until the day he died.

But the tomb in front of me is buried so deep underground, and there are so many dark abyss around it. Isn't this a disguised form of damning myself to the eighteenth level of hell?

Before I could finish thinking, I was interrupted by the fat man's noise.

"Ouch, ouch, I can't do it anymore. Smart Tinker Bell, please think about how we should get out of here. If we keep hanging on like this, Fatty really can't hold on any longer..." Fatty wailed.

I saw that the fat man's nose and eyes were wrinkled together, his whole body was covered in sweat, and even the hand holding the paratrooper's knife was deeply bloody. It was obvious that he was telling the truth.

"Okay, okay." While comforting the fat man, I motioned to Wang Yuanchao to take out the rope from the package and prepare to swing to the land ahead that had not collapsed.

Seeing Wang Yuanchao and I both pulling the rope, grandpa immediately asked: "What do you want to do?"

"Some places in the tomb passage have not collapsed yet, we should find a way to swing through first." I suggested.

However, my idea was unanimously opposed by Grandpa and Uncle Ming: "No! We are not yet sure whether there are deep pits under the places that have not collapsed. Once we step on them, the consequences will be disastrous..."

"You can't just hang on like this, right?" the fat man said anxiously.

"I think that since the tomb owner was able to dig out such an ingenious ancient tomb in these dense caves and set up so many mechanisms, he must have left other safe passages," Uncle Ming said.

"That's right, the way to open the safe passage must be on the walls on both sides." Grandpa insisted with many years of experience in tomb robbing.

I saw that my grandfather and Uncle Ming both had affirmative expressions on their faces, and I secretly thought to myself, could it be that the mechanism is on those murals, and the way out is also on those murals?

Thinking of this, I immediately asked the fat man: "Fat man, where did you accidentally touch the mural just now?"

"That's the wizard in black robes." The fat man thought for a moment and replied: "Didn't the old man just say that the monsters sacrificed on the murals are not extinct yet? I wanted to take a few steps forward to take a look, but the road was too dark.

I touched it subconsciously..."

I didn't listen to the last part of the fat man's words. I just kept my eyes on the murals, on the altars where men, women, old and young worshiped with their heads down. Soon I was attracted by a small hole in the middle of the altar...

I had seen before that the altar was in the shape of a sheep's head, and the small hole happened to be at the position of the sheep's mouth.

Could there be something fishy here?

I thought for a moment, and then said to the fat man: "Fat man, go and touch it again."

"Are you coming?" The fat man seemed to be frightened and shook his head repeatedly.

"I'm not asking you to touch the wizard, I'm asking you to touch the little hole on the altar."

Under my urging, the fat man who was nearest finally reluctantly poked the mural with his finger.

As a result, as soon as his finger poked the small hole on the altar, he screamed in fright!

"Fuck!"

Seeing the fat man suddenly yelling, I quickly asked: "What's wrong, fat man?"

"There seems to be something in this hole." The fat man said.

"Nonsense, aren't the expressions clearly stated in the murals? These ancient people are worshiping a monster, and the monster is hiding in the altar."

"No, no." The fat man shook his head repeatedly: "I mean, there is something in the little hole you asked me to touch."

"Are you scared out of your mind?" I frowned and was very angry. At this time, the fat man still had time to tease me.
Chapter completed!