After entering the main tomb that they had longed for, everyone found that the "bed" in the middle was empty, and they couldn't help but feel surprised. Could it be that the living dead that Mu Hai'er said has moved? Or not here at all? But according to Liu Banxian's calculations, this was the center of the entire tomb. Businessmen and later the court hollowed out more than half of the mountain in order to place the owner of the tomb here. But the owner of the tomb? Where did he go? "Or is this really a bed? Could it be different from what we imagined? It's not a place where a coffin is placed, but a platform used for sacrifices?" Hai Dongqing carefully approached the two-meter-long and one-meter-wide platform. After getting closer, he discovered that the crystal clear platform was not made of white jade, but seemed to be carved from some kind of age-old ice. It turns out that the table looks like white jade, because it reflects the light of the candlelight, so it looks completely white. After getting close to it, Hai Dongqing felt a layer of cold hair on the back of his hand and his fingertips became slightly stiff. This kind of coldness and bitingness seemed familiar to her. The suffocation she experienced in the ice lake in her dream seemed to come back to her, but it was much weaker here now. "This is thousands of years of ice." Ma Xiaoyu resisted the urge to reach out and touch it and murmured: "I touched something like this when I was in Malaysia."
"Da Ma?" Liu Banxian shouted, "This is Southeast Asia. It's hot and humid all year round. When it's coldest, you only wear a shirt outside your short sleeves. Where can you get such a big piece of ice?" "I didn't say it was such a big ice cube." Ma Xiaoyu had a smile on her face. "When I was a child, a group of very mysterious Persians always appeared near the village every year. They were merchants from West Asia. West Asia is a drier and hotter place than ours. However, the goods they brought here to sell were... There are ice cubes. Buckets of crushed ice are wrapped in sawdust, covered with straw and cotton quilts. A copper coin can be touched once. It is said that it is ten thousand years of ice. Unless you throw it into the fire and bake it for a long time, it will never melt if you put it in the bright sun. At that time, my aunt led me to the Persians and gestured to me to put my hand on the ice and touch it. It was bitingly cold, and the touch felt like being burned by fire, but it didn’t hurt, it was just hot. . " "Is it hot?" Yin Xiu asked. "Yes, it's hot." Ma Xiaoyu's eyes turned into crescent moons, "I still remember it." "From what you put it, if ten thousand-year-old ice can be found in a hot place like Malaysia, it would not be surprising to have such a big ice block here." Liu Banxian clicked his tongue in surprise. Although the temperature in the Changbai Mountains was lower than that of the surrounding areas, it was also underground, so it would only get colder. Preservation of ice cubes would not be a problem here. However, this ten-thousand-year-old ice is so beautiful that it looks like a crystal clear gem and a clear and transparent water. There is not even a bubble or a crack in it, so that no one can look at it. Can't take my eyes away. He did not dare to touch the ice bed, but after walking around it, he said firmly: "Except for placing a noble person lying here to make his body immortal, how can there be such a platform?" Any other usage?” Hearing this, Hai Dongqing silently withdrew his hand, feeling that his fingertips seemed to be stained with the smell of salted fish, which made him feel disgusted and disgusted. Even the ice bed, an unparalleled and exquisite work of art, seemed to have lost value in his eyes. It's just an ice tray with salted fish, what's so cool about it? Liu Banxian saw the disgust in Hai Dongqing's eyes and said slowly: "Brother, how many antiques, ceramics, calligraphy and paintings we play with are all brought here from underground by those craftsmen. Those things are somewhat tainted with smell, but no one dislikes them. They just feel that it is the weight of history and adds an immeasurable value.
For this reason, those who make counterfeit goods will hide things in cesspits and bury them for several years just to get that special smell. " "what……" Hai Dongqing became more and more disgusted, "Forget about the bottles and basins, can the paintings and calligraphy be placed in the tomb? Are you not afraid of being..." "Hey, don't put it inside the coffin, put it outside." Liu Banxian knew what he was worried about, "Just roll up a few layers of oil paper, or wrap it in cowhide or something, to ensure that it is impervious to water and fire. Those local masters who go down to take out the calligraphy and paintings can't dismantle them right away. The older they are, the worse they are." Be cautious. You have to dry it in the dark room for a few days, then find a good day, find a knowledgeable master, burn incense and wash your hands, so that there are no oil stains or water droplets on your body, and use your yin power to gently peel off the cowhide, calligraphy and painting, and don't call it. Damage the slightest bit, so that you can sell it at a good price and not ruin the thing. " Liu Banxian said happily, and seeing that Hai Dongqing also listened attentively, he couldn't help but take out his fan and fan his chest, shaking his head. "There are a lot of details and rules here, brother, do you know..." "But, where are the funerary objects?" Yin Xiu suddenly asked. Liu Banxian put away his fan with a snap and glanced at Yin Xiu with a strange expression, "Brother Yin, are you a little tight lately? Didn't you say that you only fight first, not backwards?" "These are two different things. Who said I was going to get rich?" Yin Xiu gestured around and made a gesture of holding a basin, "Where have the jars, bottles, gold jewelry, and so many funerary objects gone?" Only then did Liu Banxian react, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Yes, so many things?" He looked around and found that the place was empty. Not only was the bed of ten thousand years of ice empty, there was nothing on the ground. This is obviously not the specification that a main tomb chamber should have. This is the place where the owner of the tomb finally rested after a long or short splendid life, waiting for his ascension to immortality. His favorite things during his lifetime should be placed there. Why is it said to be a splendid life? Because the specifications of this mausoleum are destined to leave his own traces in the long history, even if the books recording his name and life are lost and burned, perhaps one day he will still have an influence in some form. for future generations. Such a person, compared to those slaves and hard-working farmers, his life should certainly be brilliant. Ritual vessels made of bronze, long swords inlaid with precious stones, clothes woven with gold threads, and armor engraved with his name, none of these things that should be lying here quietly exist. However, outside the tomb, the burial pit where so many people died has proven that the owner of the tomb was buried with extremely high standards. There is absolutely no way there is nothing here. Even if the owner of the tomb has a request to come and leave innocently, stupid bureaucrats and sad relatives will never save money on this necessary place, leaving it looking shabby and empty. In this cold, dark underground, cut off from all thoughts, only those equally cold burial objects remain with the owner of the tomb. How can anyone ignore it? After following Liu Banxian around again and discovering that there were no mechanisms or secret doors here, Yin Xiu suddenly turned around and looked at Ren Qi up and down. "What do you think I am doing? Can I find those burial objects for you?" Ren Qi said coldly. "I'm not asking you to find it." Yin Xiu shook his head, "Didn't you say that before? The people in the imperial court like to take care of the ancestors [borrowing] things. Could it be that the original treasures here were borrowed by them?" "How do I know this?" After saying this, Ren Qi also thought about it seriously and recalled it. After thinking for a long time, he seemed to have never heard of any large-scale tomb robbing activities organized by the imperial court in addition to stealing wood from the tomb of the former Ming emperor. However, thinking about it on the other hand, since it is a tomb robbing activity, it must be disgraceful and shameful. Of course, the fewer people know about it, the better.
"Do you think they can do such a thing?" Yin Xiu only asked him this. "Of course." Ren Qi replied without hesitation: "Their ancestors are not from the pass, and no matter how hard they dig, they can't find their own heads. You also said that even Emperor Wu of Wei wanted to form an army and borrow some gold from the ancestors underground. Cao Cao can borrow Huahuawei, but the imperial court cannot?" "That's right!" Yin Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. However, when he thought about it carefully, the things buried here were not his, so what reason did he have to be angry? So he just asked Liu Banxian, "Do you think this speculation is reasonable?" "I'm not a detective. If Detective Yong was here, he could use some criminal investigation skills to look for shoe prints, fingerprints, etc., but he's not here. However, I also agree with your statement. How can anyone enter the treasure house and not take some souvenirs for themselves? If you bring one piece, then I have to bring one piece too. If a few people touch and lift it, won’t the entire tomb be gone? " "What about the owner of the tomb? Muhai'er said he had seen him, and he was lying here peacefully." Yin Xiu pointed to the ice bed and said with emphasis: "Not dead." At this time, Liu Banxian's face also became ugly, and he hesitated and said: "It's not like he has raised his body, right? Or turned into a zombie?" Ma Xiaoyu denied it, "This is not a place to raise corpses. The water, soil and location are wrong, and there are no conditions to form any zombies. Even if you lie here for a thousand years, as long as you don't get struck by lightning, and a cat happens to jump on you, you won't be able to get up, let alone turn into a zombie. " "But he is indeed missing." Hai Dongqing's face turned ugly, "For such a big man, the imperial court took away everything, leaving only the owner of the tomb here, and now he is missing!" Hai Dongqing was right. The treasures here had been looted, and there was no longer any value to preserve the place. However, the rebuilt bluestone steps in the second half and the repaired corridor all proved that the imperial court did not intend to treat this place as an abandoned mausoleum. There is even a possibility that they completed and completed the remaining roads, perhaps in order to wait for the owner of the tomb to wake up one day and walk out of the tomb along the newly built road, return to the ground, and enter the human world again. . Thinking of this, Yin Xiu had a bad premonition in her heart. "Is it possible that the people from the court did not touch the owner of the tomb, but before we entered here, or when we were first sent to the tomb, the owner of the tomb had already transformed?" Ma Xiaoyu suddenly frowned and said, "You mean, the businessman transported a zombie to this mausoleum?" "It is also possible that the body was not picked up before coming in, but was picked up when the time was right after coming in." Yin Xiu replied. "So, where is the zombie now?" Liu Banxian asked, but no one answered, but he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. When he was in Hong Kong Island before, he was almost bitten by a zombie. Fortunately, Uncle Ming and Master Yin Xiu arrived in time. However, at this moment, even though the descendants of the Southern Mao and Northern Ma families were by his side, his sense of security was not as strong as it was then. Because they were underground and in the "home" of the owner of the tomb, the tension felt like a thief breaking into the director's house or an explorer entering a certain earl's castle made people almost breathless. It wasn't until Yin Xiu slapped him hard on the back that Liu Banxian coughed a few times and his complexion returned to rosy. "What are you afraid of? There are so many of us, why are we afraid of a zombie?"
Liu Banxian nodded and said: "Brother Yin, you are right. Even when we were on Hong Kong Island, wasn't that Zombie King hacked to death by you? He even took off his head and kicked it like a ball!" "Hey, don't be too exaggerated. People will think I'm bragging." Yin Xiu patted his chest, "After all, that guy is just a thousand-year zombie king, not very powerful. Shouldn't I clean him up? There's nothing to say." "Wait." Ren Qi suddenly raised his hand. "What's wrong?" They both looked at him at the same time. "I mean, when I was in Hong Kong Island, I heard people talk about the Zombie King. The zombie was a military commander of our dynasty, but the court has only been here for more than two hundred years. Where did the thousand-year-old Zombie King come from? ?" Ren Qi asked. "Hey, let's round it up a bit." Liu Banxian didn't take it seriously, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Just like those real estate developers, a house of seven to eight hundred square feet has to be advertised as a thousand-foot mansion. This kind of thing has always been known as a house, so it doesn't matter." "I'm not worried about whether it's a thousand years or not." Ren Qi glanced at him with a serious expression. "What I mean is that the military commander Zombie King is less than a hundred years old, so you call him the Millennium Zombie King. The person lying here lived three thousand years ago, so shouldn't you call him the Ten Thousand Years Zombie King? " As soon as he said these words, the smile on Liu Banxian's face suddenly froze, which was even more scary than the statue in the wax museum. Yin Xiu was also stunned for a moment, remembering this terrible question. Boom!Boom!Boom! There was a sudden heavy sound in the wall on the other side of the tomb, as if something was jumping on the ground, moving forward, trying to get in here. Everyone's scalp was numb. (End of chapter)