025 White Wraith

The fat man was eager to try, and responded excitedly. As the direction of the engineer's shovel changed, he cooperated with me to push the air raft closer to the mark.

The air raft arrived in front of the stone wall in a blink of an eye. I told the fat man: "Don't be too happy. The wisdom of the ancients cannot be underestimated. They would not be able to carve a boat and find a sword."

After all, go and study the marks on the stone wall.

This stone wall is very smooth. It must have withstood the erosion of the river for many years. At this moment, my head is less than one meter away from the top of the water cave. It is in an oval arc, and the entire water cave is just like that. Like a giant gate, only much deeper.

He touched the mark with his fingers, clasped it hard, and picked off a piece of dark red paint. He held it in front of his nose and sniffed. Except for the smell of damp water vapor, there was no other irritating volatilization.

Gently crush the piece of paint, rub it with your fingers and it turns into dark red viscous juice. Looking up, the ceiling of the cave is wet under the illumination of the searchlight.

It is not difficult to guess that yesterday’s heavy rain

The groundwater level in the entire mountainous area will rise, caves may be filled with surging rainwater, and entire rivers will be submerged in torrent rainwater.

But at this time, the water flow in the river is gentle, like a black mirror. Where will the surge of rainwater go?

In waters lower than underground rivers, there is a great possibility of springs.

But what spring can handle as much water as a small reservoir in such a short period of time?

The amount of precipitation caused by heavy rains all day and night is extremely large, so naturally the sea is not a problem unless the waters, which are lower than the underground river, lead directly to the vast sea.

The dazzling light beams emitted by three strong flashlights were concentrated directly below the mark. Even with such strong light beams, the visibility of the Black River water under the light beams could only reach one meter.

Looking further down, it was dark and extremely turbid, as if countless floating objects were absorbing light into the body.

The fat man shoveled the engineer down and poured it into the water, stirring it vigorously.

Suddenly there was a dull stirring and echoing sound in the river, as if something in the bottomless river had responded. It was twisting its body slightly and looking up at our air raft floating on the river.

The fat man was messy, but there was no need to stop him at this time. When this mysterious mark was left more than two thousand years ago, the water level at that time must have reached the height it is today. Just relying on an engineering shovel of a few dozen centimeters cannot reach any trap.

Seeing that there was no response after stirring, the fat man had an idea and asked if he could tie a rope and put the engineer shovel down to see how deep the water was.

At this time, the underground river is as dark as night. No one will rashly put their hands in it. With the appearance of ancient creatures, the kind of white paper mummies that crawl on the bottom of the raft, no one knows what terrible thing will appear next. .

I firmly believed that the moat of the underground palace would soon appear after the air raft had drifted for so long, so I was in a dilemma.

Do we want to find out what this mark actually means?

Is it a danger warning?

Or the treasure code?

Adhering to the principle of finding out the truth, I tied the rope for the fat man...

The engineer shoveled into the water without encountering any obstruction, and slid down for more than three meters.

When the rope dropped to five meters, the rope in the fat man's hand suddenly loosened and made a small bend.

The fat man looked at me: "Why is it only five meters?"

I took the rope from his hand and shook it from side to side. Suddenly, the rope tightened again, and I felt a weight falling from my hand again.

The engineer shovel is still falling, and the depth below is far more than five meters!

But what was the obstruction just now?

I hurriedly pulled the rope back, trying to put the engineer shovel on the "knock" again, hoping to guess what was underneath through the vague touch.

But this time, I tried pulling back many times. No matter how high or low, whether left or right, the engineer shovel at the other end of the rope never touched the "knock" again.

"Kan'er" seems to have disappeared out of thin air!

I took a deep breath and prepared to try it carefully again.

The fat man said to me at this time: "If you want to plant flowers, they won't bloom, but if you don't want to plant willows to create shade, Lao Cao, you have been tinkering for a long time and you haven't found the right place yet. If you ask me, you still have to look at me on this matter. The point of the job is to sit on the bench with a bare butt, and be disciplined! Come on, give me the rope, and you can rest next to me for a while, and you'll be fine."

I was just about to say what a Xi'an native who has been living in the Northeast for many years told me about "Beijing movies", suddenly!

There is a feeling of a foreign object pulling on my hand!

This feeling was fleeting, and even gave me an illusion, and I was a little suspicious of whether there was something under the water that just grabbed my engineer shovel!

However, I still haven't figured out what happened just now.

A lot of bubbles suddenly appeared under the water!

At first it was just bubbling in a small area. The bubbles were as big as the palm of your hand. They swelled up on the surface of the water and then exploded.

Dark caves, dark underground rivers. This kind of sound makes people's bones go numb!

Immediately afterwards, the rope kept feeling like foreign objects were colliding with each other! There is a group of things, hurriedly colliding with the engineering shovel at the bottom of the water!

In an instant, the air raft was surrounded by water bubbles as big as the palm of your hand, and a large number of unknown objects were impacting the water at the bottom of the water!

The fat man screamed and cursed: "The bear carries a pole and pokes a hornet's nest wherever he goes! I say boss, please think about the records in "The World in the Tomb". What is there in this water? Do we have to do the best? Bad plan!"

We headed towards the underground palace along the waterway. It has nothing to do with the records in "The Universe in the Tomb". At this moment, we have to treat it as a strange ancient tomb.

There was no time to explain too much to the fat man.

Suddenly, countless white paper floats appeared on the water.

The entire underground river surface was like dumplings that had just been boiled, with all the white stuff originally lying on the bottom tumbling up.

These white paper floats are as thin as door panels, some face upwards, and some face down with their limbs hanging down. You can see that the faces of the floats are all staring at us.

Fatty and I had both been invaded by this terrifying white paper man just now, and now it was like a nightmare reappearing.

"Da da da" The fat man fired three bursts, each of which hit those pretty girls between their eyebrows.

I fired five bullets from my pistol, and all of them hit a drifter on the head.

I punched five big holes in the float's head, but there was no sign of it sinking. I calmed down and realized that these dense floats were slowly gathering and then floating in one direction.

Exactly the direction we came from!

Directly behind the air raft!

The fat man wanted to continue shooting, but I stopped him: "Wait a minute! Don't waste bullets yet, I think I know what these are!"

Over 300 AD, it was the Western Jin Dynasty. At that time, the practice of singing and recording strange and anecdotes was prevalent. Countless stories about gods, demons, and ghosts were passed down orally among the people, and there were even eyewitness descriptions by "witnesses".

At that time, the prevalence of this kind of trend was inseparable from the theory of immortal alchemists, and Buddhism and Taoism were widely spread. For a time, five-year-old children could also explain that mortals need to survive the tribulations to become immortals.

But in AD 316, on the eve of the "Five Chaos", a rumor of "white terror" suddenly spread among the people. It was said that a magician who was about to become an immortal suddenly saw the earth cracking and the river flowing backward in his sleep. Strange evil things like white paper pricking people appear in the world. They eat human blood and swallow human bones.

The more people eat it, the clearer the facial features become. The originally empty pale face, as it continued to eat special groups, finally all five senses appeared, becoming extremely ferocious.

However, in that year, the Wuhu Rebellion incident suddenly occurred. In this crisis of destroying the Western Jin Dynasty, the Han people almost died!

Since then, this revelation about the "white terror" has been passed down. The white paper pricks on the facial features of people who eat human blood are also a sign of impending disaster.

The fat man swallowed and then said: "Then...the ones that will lie on our backs, there are so many that are popping up now, but they all have five senses! Where do they suck blood from?"

I shook my head. What I was most concerned about now was not these white paper figures, but the dynasty in which they appeared!

During the Qin Dynasty, it was obviously impossible to produce so many white oil papers. Papermaking only had a major breakthrough during the Western Han Dynasty. It was Cai Lun's improved papermaking technology! Even so, the finished paper at that time was very crude and inferior!

How come there are so many paper figures in an ancient tomb that was actually built in the early Qin Dynasty?

At this moment, the white paper figures that appeared strangely around me were like nothing in my eyes. I stared into the distance. The searchlight could only illuminate a distance of more than ten meters. There was still a black hole in front of me, as if there was some strange steep slope waiting for us!

I took a deep breath and immediately concluded that if I could really find the tomb door along this waterway, it would definitely not be the Longquan Ancient Tomb! As for the specific dynasty, I need to see the construction structure of the mausoleum, the Feng Shui layout, the carvings on the stone gates, and the arrangement of the antiquities before I can understand it.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. Now that I have figured out the origin of these white resentful spirits, I asked Fatty not to provoke them again.

These paper figures have been infused with some kind of resentment when they were made, or the blood of a dying person, or the remains of a person who died in extreme fear.

This kind of special oil paper will not melt when exposed to water, and the resentment sealed in it will accumulate indefinitely until they explode the moment they see a living creature!

The mandrill that was sucked into a mummified corpse is a living example. Some "blank paper ghosts" must have broken through the restraints and floated near the entrance of the cave. They were found and fished out by the unlucky mandrills passing by. Unexpectedly, his body was controlled by the white-paper resentment , and he wandered in the cave until he died without eating or drinking. He even turned into a mummy and was still controlled by the resentment.

What we just touched must be some kind of mechanism, and the "white resentful spirits" inside came out in full force. It seems that the people who left this mark should be the group of craftsmen who escaped.

It's just that we may have misunderstood. This is what they marked for themselves because they were afraid of accidentally touching the trap when they fled!

The fat man nodded, but then shook his head, squeezed the butt of his gun and asked me: "But, why didn't these white ghosts attack us?"

I pursed my lips and asked the fat man to look behind me, and said to him: "Don't forget, there is a thousand-year-old turtle behind us that just died! Its blood has completely dissolved in the river, and it is impossible to say that the effect of warding off evil spirits has disappeared, leaving behind The only thing that gives them is the smell of blood! This kind of bloodthirsty thing must have smelt it! Also, it may have something to do with the turtle blood on your forehead. You must not wipe it or get it wet!"