Chapter 153 The night was dark, and there was only a weak light from a desk lamp in Chen Bowen's study. He was holding a letter made of parchment. There was no trace of the sender on the envelope, only a few ancient words mottled with ink. Chen Bowen gently opened the envelope. The handwriting on the letter seemed to be urgent, inviting him to participate in a study on the tombs of ancient generals. At the same time, Li Zixuan also received the same letter in her studio. Her brows were furrowed, and her heart was filled with curiosity and uneasiness. This invitation letter is undoubtedly a challenge to her many years of archaeological experience. A few days later, Chen Bowen and Li Zixuan met Wang Dachuan in an antique store. Wang Dachuan is an experienced antique dealer with a deep understanding of ancient cultural relics. There was a hint of mystery in his eyes, as if he knew that this tomb robbing trip was unusual. The three of them sat in a dark corner, and Wang Dachuan told them in a low voice the legends of the tombs and the frightening curses. Chen Bowen and Li Zixuan listened with rapt attention. They knew that this journey would be full of unknowns and dangers, but it would be worth it to uncover the veil of history. Finally, they decided to accept the invitation and embark on a journey to find the key to the ancient tomb. On a dark and windy night, the three of them came to a deserted mountain forest with the necessary equipment. The entrance to the ancient tomb is hidden by dense vegetation. Chen Bowen was one step ahead, scanning the stone wall with the beam of his flashlight, looking for the legendary mechanism. Li Zixuan followed closely behind, her eyes alert and firm, and every step she took was steady and powerful. Wang Dachuan looked back from time to time, as if he was wary of something. They carefully passed through a narrow stone gap. Suddenly, a stone slab moved slightly under Chen Bowen's feet, making a dull sound. Immediately afterwards, a hail of arrows shot out from the walls on both sides, making a whooshing sound. The three of them quickly dodged, back to back, and a tense atmosphere filled the darkness. "Be careful, there is a trap here!" Li Zixuan warned in a low voice, holding a short knife tightly in her hand, ready to deal with possible dangers. Wang Dachuan took out a roll of rope from his backpack and quickly tied a knot on a protruding stalagmite, signaling for others to follow. After a series of thrills, they finally came to a heavy stone door. The door is engraved with ancient symbols, which seem to tell unknown secrets. Chen Bowen studied these symbols carefully, trying to find a way to open the stone door. Under his command, the three of them worked together to push the stone door. Only a roar was heard, and the stone door slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading underground. They looked at each other, took a deep breath, and then walked step by step into the passage leading to the unknown depths. In the darkness, their footsteps echoed in the empty tomb, seeming to awaken the souls of the dead who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
As the three of them went deeper into the tomb, a musty and old smell filled the air. On the walls on both sides of the tomb passage, mottled murals can be seen vaguely, telling the heroic deeds of ancient generals. Li Zixuan gently touched these murals, trying to decipher more information about the tombs. They carefully walk through the intricate passages, and unknown dangers may be hidden at every corner. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of ominous premonition.
