"Sanpao, do you think dragons really exist?" I asked blankly.

To be honest, dragons are no strangers to us living in China.

Because the totem of the Chinese people is the dragon, and from ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many myths and legends about dragons have been left behind.

It is said that the dragon has sharp claws like an eagle, huge horns like a sika deer, and a body like a python. It can call the wind and rain, fly freely, and even whether the banks of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers can be stable depends on the dragon's wishes.

Therefore, the common people long ago called the Dragon King: Dragon King! And on every day of sacrifice, a large number of tributes such as pigs, cattle and sheep would be thrown into the river and presented to the Dragon King to pray for good weather in the coming year.

The feudal rulers of ancient China admired the dragon to the extreme. They believed that the dragon was the supreme existence, and only the king of a country was worthy of being on an equal footing with the dragon. Therefore, the emperor was also called the True Dragon Emperor, and all the clothes, utensils, and even clothes in the palace were

Even if it is a bowl for eating, a dragon must be carved on it. If ordinary people dare to embroider a dragon on their clothes, it will be a crime of treason and the nine tribes will be punished.

In historical documents, the existence of dragons is mentioned many times!

For example, when the Yellow Emperor fought against Chi You, he got help from the dragon and defeated the fierce Chi You army. In the end, the Yellow Emperor flew up on the dragon.

For example, when Dayu was controlling floods, in order to calm down the roaring Yellow River, he forcibly built a huge sea-fixing needle, inserted it straight into the bottom of the river, and pinned the Dragon King. The Yellow River stopped flooding.

For example, in 1934, the dragon falling incident in Yingkou, Heilongjiang shocked the whole country. At that time, a black dragon stranded on the reed beach. The local people were frightened and came to kneel down one after another. As a result, the stranded dragon died within a few days.

The dragon rotted and died. Two large trucks were filled with its bones, and a foreigner took a precious photo. Unfortunately, after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, these dragon bones disappeared. It is said that they were secretly transported back to the country by the Japanese.

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But on the other hand, dragons are too illusory. Although we claim to be the descendants of the dragon, and the dragon ranks first among the twelve zodiac animals, humans have not found a real dragon fossil, bone, or even a single one.

There are no small scales.

Therefore, scientists have determined that dragons are the product of ancient people's YY. To put it bluntly, they are feudal superstitions.

But now Zhang Sanpao tells me that there is a very good chance that a living dragon king lives in this ancient tomb. Can I not be shocked? Can I not be confused? This has simply overturned my world view.

"I don't know if dragons exist or not. Maybe I'm overthinking? I just love overthinking." Zhang Sanpao smiled and said, but then he changed the subject and said: "But we have to do it.

We are well prepared. Since that thing can kill giants and men in suits, it must be ferocious and cruel. It will not let us go..."

Zhang Sanpao's words made us collectively fall into silence.

"Okay, let's look for any clues in this grotto! I don't believe it. Dayu set up so many traps just to guard an empty house? You have to dig three feet into the ground to find it.

"Grandpa took a deep breath and said.

We nodded repeatedly, and then divided our troops into three groups. Zhang Sanpao and I, Fatty and Wang Yuanchao, Grandpa and Uncle Ming, searched all around.

The scene in front of us is more like a quiet valley, but it lacks sunlight and small animals. From time to time, there are rushing sounds under our feet, as if underground rivers hundreds of miles in radius will flow through the one in front of us.

Fall.

Around the waterfall, there are huge rocks of different shapes standing. From our perspective, it looks like a forest made of stones.

Suddenly, Uncle Ming, who was responsible for searching the area around the boulders, turned on his flashlight and shined a light into the boulders. An excited expression slowly appeared on his face.

Then he took a deep breath and slowly walked into the pile of huge rocks.

I was just about to ask Uncle Ming if he had discovered anything, but I was stopped by Zhang Sanpao.

We saw Uncle Ming walking around like a madman among the piles of rubble. He also took out a pen and paper and typed out formulas like math problems. We were dumbfounded.

After half an hour, Uncle Ming finally stopped, walked to an inconspicuous boulder, and used enough strength to push the boulder down.

As the boulder was pushed down, there was a grunting sound of rollers sliding in the entire cave, accompanied by the sound of gears churning. Of course, the most terrifying thing was that I felt the gravel above my head falling down piece by piece, as if the whole cave was full.

It's like the cave will collapse at any time.

Seeing this scene, the fat man grabbed his backpack and shouted: "No, Uncle Ming, did one of the tendons go wrong and hit the self-destruct mechanism inside? It's over, the tomb is about to collapse."

I was also startled by a series of movements around me. You must know that all our escape routes have been blocked. If there is a landslide here, no one can escape, and we will all be buried alive!

Fatty and I immediately rushed into the pile of rocks, trying to pull Uncle Ming out.

But before taking action, my grandfather ordered: "Everyone gather their lights and go illuminate the waterfall!"

After Grandpa's reminder, we discovered that under the pool and waterfall, a huge bronze pillar was slowly exposed. This bronze pillar was bottomless and bottomless, as if it was straight into the sky.

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Three iron chains as thick as arms hung down from the bronze pillars, swinging unsteadily, and occasionally making a clanging sound of metal.

Around the bronze pillars, there are many blue candlesticks placed. The candlesticks are filled with a thick layer of grease and emit bursts of strange aroma.

Seeing the bronze pillars and candlesticks, the fat man turned around and asked Zhang Sanpao: "Brother Pao, didn't you say this is not Dayu's tomb? Then how come there are traces of sacrifices?"

"Idiot, these things are not dedicated to Dayu..." Zhang Sanpao didn't know if he was frightened, but his tongue was a little tied when he spoke.

"What is the sacrifice? Can you get oil and water?" the fat man asked.

"Haha, I'm still dying." Zhang Sanpao said quietly: "It seems that my previous conjecture is correct. There really is a dragon in this ancient tomb, and these candlesticks are dedicated to it.

Dragon King, and that copper... copper pillar..."

"It's the Dinghai Shenzhen that suppresses the Dragon King!" I screamed without waiting for Zhang Sanpao to finish.

"Yes." Zhang Sanpao nodded.

"Damn it, doesn't that mean the dragon king is under the waterfall?" the fat man said with a pale face.

"Almost! But we have no retreat. We might as well go and see the so-called Dinghai Shenzhen, and maybe we can find a chance of survival." After Zhang Sanpao finished speaking, he held the emergency light in his hand.

Uncle Ming saw Zhang Sanpao eager to try, as if he wanted to pass through the pile of rocks and go straight to the bronze pillar in the center of the waterfall, so he immediately stopped him: "Be careful, those piles of rocks are full of traps..."

"That's right, please don't move around." Grandpa agreed.
Chapter completed!