nashuaworldcup Chapter 747 Don’t Promote Superstition
Chapter 747 Don’t Promote Superstition
Bai Wanwan pointed to the neatly stacked canvas bags on the side. She had them sewn by someone else. They were the perfect size and durable.
"Everyone come and take these backpacks. They are filled with three days' worth of dry food, and I've brought two extra boxes of tinder.
There are also black donkey hooves. They will be useful once we enter the ancient tomb."
Bai Wanwan looked at the team behind her and knew that tomb robbers in ancient times relied entirely on experience and brute force, unlike today when they have flashlights and high-end equipment.
However, this time they also prepared all the necessary things for tomb robbing, and she asked someone to make glow sticks.
She also carried a few homemade flashlights, which were made of high-intensity fluorite embedded in a copper tube. Although not as bright as a real flashlight, it could still illuminate the road a few steps ahead.
She brought five extra tinder sticks and stuffed her backpack with five or six days' worth of dry food and water.
After everyone had received their things, Bai Wanwan raised her hand and signaled, "Let's go."
The group followed the path to the cemetery and soon saw the newly dug hole.
The entrance to the cave was not big, just enough for a person to bend over and enter and exit. There was fresh soil on the edge, and you could faintly smell the dampness from underground.
I slowly climbed down the tunnel and landed on soft yellow soil. Looking up, I saw a bluestone door in front of me.
The door looked to be half a person's thickness, with intricate phoenix patterns carved on it and tiny pieces of jade embedded in the patterns. Although covered with dust, one could still see its former exquisiteness.
This is clearly the regulation of the Queen's Tomb. The stone door is tightly closed, and two strings of rusty copper bells are hung on the lintel. When the wind blows, a soft "ding-ling" sound is made, which is particularly harsh in the silent underground.
Naitang and dozens of his subordinates were guarding not far away. Their round eyes were bright and they were circling around the edge of the tunnel, making non-stop chirping sounds.
The pacifier beside him roared in a deep and powerful voice, shaking the air around him.
Batu was already staring at the tigers in fear, and was frightened by the roar so much that he shrank back and subconsciously took half a step back.
These animals are so well-behaved that they seem to have understood human nature and have clearly been trained to be obedient.
But he really couldn't figure out what method Bai Wanwan used to tame the beast like this. This girl's ability was even greater than he expected.
Milk Tea flapped its wings and said, "Hahahaha... We can rob tombs now. I can finally see what's inside the ancient tomb."
Who would have thought that these little friends’ favorite thing is tomb robbing. Maybe it’s because the novel they were told at the beginning was "Ghost Blows Out the Light", so they have a certain obsession with tomb robbing.
Bai Wanwan's gaze fell on the bluestone door in front of her, and her brows furrowed slightly. "Is this door really unopenable?"
The two personal soldiers who were in charge of exploring the way immediately stepped forward and replied:
"Girl, we've tried banging on the door and prying it open, but it won't budge.
It looks to be half a meter thick, and the stone is so hard that it cannot be broken by ordinary means."
Ah Zhi approached the stone door, looked around carefully, and suddenly pointed at an inconspicuous groove in the middle of the door and said:
"Look, girl, this bluestone door is carved out of one piece, without any hinges. It's secured entirely by this hidden lock in the middle.
This groove has a unique shape, as if it requires a token to open. We must first find the matching key, otherwise no amount of force will help."
Bai Wanwan's brows furrowed even tighter: "Where can we find the key now? If we knew where the key is, we wouldn't have to waste time here!"
Batu suddenly took two steps forward, staring at the groove on the stone door and said:
"Look at this one on me, right? It was left by our ancestors, who said it would be very useful in the future.
I originally placed it in a small box with the parchment scroll, and I thought it looked special, so I kept it with me all the time."
Ah Zhi immediately leaned over, his eyes lighting up, and he nodded repeatedly: "That's it! The shape fits the groove perfectly! Quick, take it off and try it!"
Only then did everyone see clearly that the key hanging on Batu's waist looked like a mini scimitar, and the pattern of its shape was quite similar to the grooves on the stone door.
Azhi took the key, squatted down carefully, aimed the knife-shaped key at the groove under the stone door, and slowly inserted it.
There were only a few muffled "boom-boom" sounds, and the bluestone door slowly rose up, and the ground shook slightly.
After a while, a dark hole appeared behind the door, and a smell mixed with rotten soil, old wood and mildew hit the face.
Bai Wanwan raised her hand to cover her nose and said to everyone, "Everyone, wait a moment and let the foul air inside dissipate before entering to avoid choking."
After waiting for about an incense stick of time, Bai Wanwan took out a torch from her backpack, lit it, and tentatively held it towards the cave entrance.
Ancient tombs have been closed for a long time, and it is easy for toxic gases such as carbon monoxide to accumulate. If the torch goes out, it means that the air inside is not enough to breathe, and it would be dangerous to enter rashly.
Fortunately, the flame of the torch was jumping steadily, with no sign of going out.
Bai Wanwan nodded, and several personal soldiers immediately held torches and carefully walked in front to explore the way.
Bai Wanwan followed behind, holding a torch to illuminate the surroundings. The tomb passage was paved with bluestone slabs. There was a thin layer of dust accumulated in the cracks of the slabs, which occasionally made a creaking sound when stepped on.
The stone walls on both sides are covered with colorful paintings. Although they have faded a little due to age, the pictures can still be seen clearly.
There are scenes of a woman sitting on a high platform accepting worship, scenes of her leading troops to war, and scenes of farming and sacrifice.
"These paintings should record the queen's life." She raised her hand and touched the paint on the stone wall, a little puzzled. "But according to common sense, these kind of life murals should be in the tomb chamber. How come they are here at the entrance of the tomb?"
Just as he finished speaking, the guards walking in front suddenly cried out in surprise. Somehow, the torches in everyone's hands went out at the same time, and the tomb passage was instantly plunged into darkness.
"What, what's going on?!" Batu's voice trembled, and he was obviously startled. "Could it be... something?"
In the darkness, all that could be heard was the rapid breathing of the crowd, and a faint "tick-tick" sound coming from nowhere, which was particularly creepy in the silence.
The pacifier roared and tried to rush out, but was stopped by Bai Wanwan: "What do you want to do? Do you believe I can slap you in the face?"
Milk tea cackles a few times and says, "It wants to see what's in front of it. It says it sees a shadow and wants to see if it's a ghost..."
Bai Wanwan coughed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Stop promoting superstition. This tomb passage is full of traps. Let's go slowly."
Bai Wanwan took out the fluorescent stone from her arms. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and an inexplicable chill climbed up the back of her neck.
Gu Sinian beside him reacted faster. When his eyes swept across the end of the tomb passage, his voice became tense: "There's something over there!"
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a slender figure vaguely passing by in the darkness, as if floating in mid-air. Before they could see its appearance clearly, it suddenly shrank deeper into the tomb passage and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Bai Wanwan held the fluorescent stone in her hand, her heart still pounding. The people around her even breathed softly, not daring to even breathe.