Chapter 95 Zhu Youxiao

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is fleeting. Liu Dashao hesitated, and then carried Zhang Enpuri without hesitation and rushed out of the outer tomb.

Everyone ran a long way inside like crazy, and didn't stop gasping until they were sure that the mummifieds did not follow again.

Once the danger is over, some ideas that have just been ignored and deliberately suppressed keep coming to mind.

Liu Dashao did not turn on the flashlight. He stood in the dark and suppressed his inner emotions. He pretended to say calmly, "Master, you just now..." Liu Dashao rubbed his mouth a few times and couldn't say anything.

"We can't go back." Zhang Enping stood in the darkness not far from me and said faintly, like the sound of the wind blowing.

... Yes... We can't go back yet... For the sake of the village, for hundreds of innocent people, we can't go back anyway...

Liu Dashao pulled out a wry smile. In any case, we have to solve this impending disaster... even if... sacrifice our own lives... right?

"Let's go and find the master." Liu Dashao straightened his mood, turned on the flashlight and walked in front of him.

Zhang Enpu pulled Liu Dashao behind without saying a word: "Go behind."

Liu Da Shao shrugged his shoulders without any protest, and stuck out his tongue at Tian Guoqiang next to him.

After walking a short road in silence, he saw Zhang En Pu in front of him suddenly stop.

"What's the matter?" Liu Da Shao asked doubtfully and walked to his side.

The front is no longer a long tomb, but a huge tomb, which is definitely more than twice as big as the previous ear room.

There is a slightly transparent blood-red stone platform in the center of the tomb. The sky above the stone platform is like the sky. There is no expected coffin, no funeral goods, and there is nothing in the whole tomb except the stone platform.

"This..." Liu Dashao frowned and said hesitantly, "This should be made by Xueyu, right? Why does this look like an altar? Where's the coffin?"

Not only that, the ground in front of us is full of bullet holes and fresh blood stains, as if there had been a fierce battle here.

Zhang Enpou was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Liu Dashao and others are full of worries, anxious but helpless.

Zhang Enpou suddenly raised his foot and walked to the stone platform. I quickly followed up.

Liu Dashao touched the stone table with his hand and wanted to know what it was made of.

There is mottled red-brown dry powder on the stone platform, which sticks to your hand with your hand.

Liu Dashao rubbed it with his fingers, and the powder firmly adhered to his fingers. He rubbed for a long time, but only rubbed off a little unsticky powder.

"This is blood exhaustion." When Zhang Enpou saw Liu Dashao's puzzled face, he opened his mouth to remind him.

"What is blood exhaustion?" Liu Dashao is particularly curious about the name he has never heard of.

Zhang Enpuri explained: "Blood exhaustion is a kind of medicinal material formed after the blood clotting and drying of the dead. It has a miraculous effect on hemostatic stasis and absthesis.

Liu Da Shao nodded repeatedly and rubbed his fingers desperately to rub off the blood on his fingers.

Medicinal herbs, that's what it is said, but it's strange that the blood clots of the dead don't feel disgusting, even if it can come back to life...

That's right! A white light flashed in his mind. Medicinal herbs that stop bleeding and stasis!

"Master, take off your clothes quickly." Liu Dashao greeted him. He didn't care about nausea and rubbed both palms on the stone platform. They were stained with reddish-brown blood before lifting them up.

Seeing that Zhang Enpuri had not moved, Liu Dashao said toughly, "You choose, I'll help you, or lie down and rub it by yourself."

Zhang Enpuri hesitated for a moment and took off his clothes, revealing the wound on his body. Liu Dashao motioned to him to remove the bandage, pressed it on Zhang Enfu's wound, and nagging, "You made a lot of money this time. Look, such a good medicine is still free and unlimited. Look at you, ouch, the wound is torn, and you don't feel any pain? Well, I admit that if I don't let the wound crack again, it will hurt dozens of times more than the first injury..."

Finally, he finally wiped the wounds on Zhang En Pu's body with a layer of blood exhaustion, and Liu Da Shao almost touched the stone platform.

Liu Dashao helped Zhang En Pu wrap the bandage back and comforted him, "It's a little dirty. It's better than nothing."

Zhang Enpuri wore clothes in silence.

Liu Dashao walked to the upper left corner of the stone platform.

Just while rubbing the stone platform, he touched a strange bulge in the upper left corner of the stone platform.

The stone platform is engraved with auspicious clouds around it, but there is only a huge carp carved on the stone platform, and the bulge is the eyes of the carp.

It is said to be a carp, but it doesn't look like a carp.

The fish's face is disgusting and cracked, and the scales on its body are a little broken. The whole fish body seems to be stitched together again after being torn, and even several obvious cracks penetrate the fish's body.

These cracks should not be intentional by the sculptor, because I have never heard of deliberately carving the pattern into such a broken appearance. Based on my many years of antique experience, no dynasty can be so trendy.

But why is there such a crack?

Liu Dashao touched the lines of the fish curiously. When he touched the fish's eyes, he didn't expect that the fish's eyes were pressed down by him all of a sudden!

With a crisp "kaka", the stone platforms separated between the two began to crack from the middle. It's not that the mechanism generally shrinks to both sides, but it does crack, as if someone smashed the stone platform with a hammer under the stone platform.

By the time everything calmed down, the stone platform had already exposed a wheel-sized hole.

Liu Da Shao looked at the hole in shock.

"Don't move." Zhang Enqi frowned and looked over to see what was going on in the cave.

For a long time, Zhang En Pu looked up at Liu Dashao and said, "There is a dead pit below."

Dead pit? How can there be a dead pit under the stone platform?

Liu Dashao looked into the hole doubtfully.

"Ah!" Liu Dashao exclaimed, "Isn't this the things that have been peeled in the pile of pottery figs?"

Those mummed corpses are still lying on their companions' bodies and biting crazily. Hearing his cry, they stopped and raised their heads one after another, staring at Liu Dashao resentfully with blood-red eyes, with a mixture of minced meat and blood foam hanging at the corners of his mouth.

They are still so disgusting... Liu Dashao frowned and resisted the impulse to vomit.

But they seem to look different from what we have seen before.

Their meatball-like bodies are actually agitating in a large-scale way. With the rhythm of contraction, blood flows out of the folds of their skin.

"Master...Master..." Master Liu was so nervous that he stammed: "They... they are not, are they going to blow themselves up, right?"

Zhang Enpou said lightly, "It should be about to give birth."

"Birth...birth..." Liu Dashao stared at those people in horror: "What are you giving birth to?"

Zhang Enpuri shook his head slightly and said nothing more.

So what are we going to do now? Watch how mummified corpses breed offspring? How to be a live tutorial for a birthing father-in-law? Damn, if it can't be born later, will you still go down to help it give birth?

Liu Dashao quickly ran to Zhang Enpou: "Let's go before those unknown little monsters are born. God knows what dangerous things will happen to them. Besides, I can't stand watching a pregnant woman give birth.

"Go!" Zhang En Pu looked around warily and stood up to invite everyone to explore further.

Everyone stood up one after another. Tian Guoqiang walked in the front with a double-barrel shotgun, and the white dick was at the end. Liu Dashao and Zhang En Pu walked in the middle, holding a flashlight and lighting the front and back.

The road ahead is getting flatter and flatter, and a whole piece of slate gradually appeared on the ground.

"It seems to be almost the end. Be careful." Zhang En Pu reminded.

Liu Dashao has been vigilant under his feet because of the previous incident. When Zhang Enpuri said this, he raised his head and glanced at the surrounding environment.

This is a fairly wide corridor.

How to describe it? It's a little as wide as those big alleys in Beijing, and the top of the wall is a long distance from my head.

Liu Dashao went to the tomb for the first time in his life. I don't know what other tombs are like, but he has a little emotion in his heart.

The tomb wall is made of a large piece of blue stone, and there is only one thin line at the splicing from the surface. Some pictures are heavily painted on the blue stone with gorgeous colors. The content is probably the life of the tomb owner.

The first picture shows the magnificent hall. In the middle of the hall, there is a man who is smaller than the person kneeling in the painting. A tall man in front of him is putting a crown on his head. There were many ministers kneeling down in the hall, but there was obviously a sneer at the corners of the little man's mouth.

The second picture depicts the situation in the study. It was still the little man who knelt on the ground, holding a box in his hand and presenting it to the emperor.

The next few pictures are the construction process of some emperor's tombs. Liu Dashao quickly browsed it and confirmed that the villain was Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian, the younger brother of Ming Xizong, and the adult must be Zhu Youxiao of Ming Xizong himself.

The last few pictures depict Zhu Youxiao died of illness and was sent to the mausoleum by thousands of miles. Zhu Youjian ascended to his place.

Liu Dashao looked at it one by one, and his eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper.

Until he saw the last picture, his surprise finally burst out.

The whole picture of the last painting was rendered with red paint, which shocked him deeply at first glance.

In the painting, Zhu You held a long sword and sat on the throne again.

Liu Da Shao didn't know whether it was his psychological reason or whether his painting skills were too superb. He could even see the proud and cruel light in Zhu Youxiao's eyes and the slightly raised corners of his mouth. Everything was so clear and countless.

He closed his eyes and did not look at the blood-red mural again.

"Hmm?" Zhang En Pu suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Liu Dashao opened his eyes and asked.

Zhang En Pu walked to the last mural, reached out and touched it, and said, "There is also a doorway on the mural here, which seems to be double-layered."

Zhang Enpou said that he gently cut the red paint with his nails.

There is a layer of black under the keyed place.

Zhang En Pu continued to clear the murals quietly.

Liu Da Shao was surprised to see that the mural was deducted little by little, and a new mural gradually showed his head.

A black background is in sharp contrast to the painting covered on it.

A corpse mountain, compared with the previous ten thousand burial pits, it is simply a small witch.

On the corpse mountain, Zhu Youxiao proudly despised countless corpses, stepping on a corpse with one foot and holding a long sword in his right hand!

Just as everyone was looking at the painting, Zhu Youxiao in the painting suddenly raised his head and stared at everyone fiercely. His eyes turned almost bloody red.

Liu Dashao took a cold breath and involuntarily stepped back two steps.

Not only him, but everyone, including Zhang En Pu, was shocked by this situation.

"Don't be afraid. This is just a technique of painting by the ancients. After a long time, Zhang En Pu calmed down and walked back to the team and said lightly, "This is not a double-layer painting, but a three-layer painting. The first layer is the layer of Xizong and Emperor Chongzhen we saw before, the second one is Xizong stepping on the corpse mountain, and the third one is the current one. It's just that the second one is made of a special pigment, which will gradually evaporate after being exposed to the air for a long time. It feels like the characters in the painting are moving.

Speaking of this kind of moving painting, in fact, Liu Dashao has heard of it. Now there are still some charlatans pretending to be fortune tellers and use this kind of painting to cheat money. It was just that what had just happened was really unexpected that he was shocked.

Who would have thought that there were so many famous paintings hidden on the wall of the tomb.

"What exactly does this painter want to express?" Liu Dashao asked, "Isn't it just to scare away tomb robbers?"