Thinking of the "Aurora" illusion composed of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of crumbling venom drops just above the dome, I immediately felt numbness from the spine to the neck.
Then he saw the dragon-horned red-tailed moth right in front of him, with venom slowly oozing from its tail.
I couldn't help but cry out in pain, the fat man's backpack might be seriously damaged!
What I care about is not the golden plate he just arrived, but the whole package of supplies.
Extremely toxic things can be acidic and corrosive.
According to legend, during the late Qing Dynasty, a venomous snake king that was rare to see in a century appeared in Zhejiang.
This kind of king snake is contrary to the natural law of ordinary snakes. The more it sheds its body, the shorter its body becomes. When people found it, its overall length was only less than half a meter.
The tail is short and the head is long. Crawling on the ground will leave black marks, and wherever it slides, it will make a sizzling and corroding sound.
If you climb through the bushes and touch the roots of plants, the grass will wither and rot in a few days.
The current situation is that all the ropes are with Fatty, as well as flares, detonators and other extremely important things.
At this moment, he was stirred up by the dragon-horned red-tailed moth, but he couldn't swing the dagger in his hand. Now he was using it as a rat weapon, for fear that the venom in the dragon-horned red-tailed moth's body would overflow in the backpack.
The contents inside must not be corroded by this unknown venom!
At this time, the fat man suddenly came to his senses. He also knew that he could not let the poisonous insect die in the backpack. He signaled us to retreat. He wanted to turn the backpack over and try to pour the dragon-horned red-tailed moth out of it.
Long Wu and I both took two steps back. I held the dagger in my hand tightly, prepared for the worst and ready to attack at any time.
As soon as we retreated, the dragon-horned red-tailed moth relaxed, the frequency of its wings waving decreased, and the green light spots on the poisonous weapon on its tail disappeared little by little.
Suddenly I thought, could it be that what oozed out just now was not venom? But a stinger similar to that of a wasp?
Otherwise, how could the squeezed out venom be recovered?
Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense.
When bees are in danger, they will show off the stingers on their tails to protect themselves. This is a typical practice of drinking poison to quench thirst.
Its stinger will pierce the enemy's body and remain there. Although it can achieve the effect of driving away the enemy, the bee that loses its stinger will die soon.
In this way, the reason why the dragon-horned red-tailed moth did not attack us just now is because it has not been fatally threatened.
Long Wu and I stayed away from it at this time. It felt that the dangerous aura was weakening, so it slowly took back the stinger.
I don't know what attracted it in the fat man's backpack. The dragon-horned red-tailed moth suddenly flickered its wings twice, retracting its bag like an umbrella, and began to burrow deeper into the backpack with its four furry bent insect legs.
Viewed from the back of the insect's body, the earth-colored wings of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth are transformed into the skin of a large spider, and the red-flamed abdomen resembles the most poisonous one - the red-bellied black wolf spider. If this dragon-horned red-tailed moth hadn't only grown four thin legs, it would really have been thought of as a giant spider lying on the ground!
There was no abnormality before the fat man went to the altar to secretly submit the sacrifice, but after he took the sacrifice, he even got one into his backpack. If it was just a coincidence, I would not believe it at all.
At the same time, I suddenly thought, shouldn't this dragon-horned red-tailed moth be in the Longquan Tomb of King Jing?
In "The Universe in the Tomb", Cheng Xuanqing recorded in detail the appearance and characteristics of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth. He encountered this flying poisonous insect in the Longquan Tomb of King Jing.
How come the poisonous insects in the tomb of King Jing appear here?
I was speechless for a moment, one was the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, and the other was the bricks and tiles of the Western Jin Dynasty.
From the Qin Dynasty to the Western Jin Dynasty, it spanned nearly five hundred years.
Five hundred years is not a long time. Back then, Monkey Sun was just living under Wuzhi Mountain for so many years.
But keep it short.
During these five hundred years, the Qin Dynasty fell, and there were dynasties of the Eastern and Western Han Dynasties, and then experienced the rise of the Three Kingdoms, until the Sima family usurped the Wei Dynasty and established the Jin Dynasty.
Five hundred years is enough to turn the sea into a mulberry field.
But the ancient tombs underground will not change, because once the crustal movement occurs, large tombs will only collapse in front of the mountains or be destroyed underground.
Earthquakes, shaking out ancient tombs, happen from time to time.
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However, along the way, I always paid attention to the topography. At least until today, there has never been a catastrophic earthquake in this area.
Although the possibility of severe earthquakes has been ruled out, the crustal movement is indeed occurring extremely slowly.
The closed Zhelong Valley is an example.
I believe that this Zhelong Valley must have been a secret passage leading to Bilong Mountain thousands of years ago, but today, this secret passage is gradually closed and locked.
When the fat man saw the dragon-horned red-tailed moth trying to burrow deeper into the backpack again, he cursed angrily: "Damn it, this damn fluttering moth really knows his stuff!"
"Could it be that you're attracted to that big piece of gold? Why are you digging in so hard?"
The current situation is extremely embarrassing. The bugs are trying their best to get inside. If the backpack is turned over suddenly, the valuable materials inside will inevitably be involved.
The fat man impulsively wanted to catch the dragon-horned red-tailed moth alive with his gloved hands.
However, he still held back in mid-air. The anxious one is baring his teeth.
The fat man said to me anxiously: "Old Cao, think about it quickly. Did you mention any countermeasures in your book? How did Master Cheng pass this level at that time!"
I told the fat man: "First of all, you have to understand that these two are not the same tomb at all! How can there be any countermeasures! Back then, Taoist Cheng only deliberately left information about the dangers of this insect, and did not mention anything about its natural enemies or things to restrain it. "
After saying this, I suddenly had an idea. Could it be that the reason why Cheng Xuanqing did not record the solution was because he had no chance to encounter the natural enemy of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth?
Could it be...
hiss---
I seem to understand!
At the same time, the fat man next to him became even more anxious.
"There is a mouse in the net pocket, and it can't be carried or taken! Aren't you anxious?" The fat man looked at the insect scurrying around anxiously. This kind of job of throwing rats away was the most uncomfortable. According to the fat man's character, he wanted to put the bullet in the hole. Shoot a few shots at the insect's four legs.
The conjectures in my mind connected together, and I told the fat man excitedly: "Books are dead, but people are alive. I have a solution!"
"Close the zipper and carry it on your back!"
"Ah? Are you still letting him stay here?" The fat man's expression was very suspicious, wondering if he heard wrongly.
"Yes! Hurry up, let's go back to the entrance of the underground palace!" I was ready to go, urging the fat man not to hesitate anymore.
The three of them ran wildly on the way back. I told them that we had always overlooked a detail. The green light spots emitted by the dragon-horned red-tailed moths on the dome changed after the blackbirds gathered at the entrance of the underground palace.
This is actually a set of chain insurance and a double insurance!
I suspect that the blackbird may be more poisonous than the highly poisonous flying insect such as the red-tailed moth.
There are countless red-tailed dragon-horned moths, which are like the stars in the sky. They are probably the food of blackbirds living here.
They have lived here for thousands of years, and the population of the redtail moth has been controlled by the blackbird.
When outsiders are discovered to be invading, Blackbirds will be the first to arrive and assemble.
Once a large-scale gathering of blackbirds occurs, the dragon-horned red-tailed moths on the dome also regain their freedom.
The swarms of blackbirds are like an interception net in the sky. Once this barrier disappears, the dragon-horned red-tailed moths will immediately head towards the underground palace!
Once the original relationship between the eater and the eaten encounters an external invasion, it will immediately give the illusion of sharing the same hatred!
In this embarrassing situation where there is a wolf before and a tiger behind, the author who designed this chain must not have thought that the intruder would dare to turn back.
After all, the black cloud-like flock of blackbirds appears more breathtaking and more dangerous.
The reason why I took the risk was because I knew that if I wanted to break this plan, I would have to dare to take abnormal steps. This time, I firmly believed in my judgment.
I firmly believe that this "cooperation" between the red-tailed moth and the blackbird is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. Once the tiger's belly is deflated, the collaborators will lose their lives.
"Then we should catch a few more! I'm afraid this one is not enough for those blackbirds to stuff between their teeth! Besides, what if we can't attract their attention?" The fat man learned about my plan and immediately felt that he should catch a few more. .
The whirring sound caused by the vibration of insect wings in the air behind him became more noisy and chaotic, getting closer and closer. I looked back and told the fat man: "It's not as troublesome as you. Look behind us. Do you still need to arrest us in the current situation?"
When encountering such dangers, the conventional idea is to find a new route, avoid the pursuit of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth, and also avoid the entrance to the underground palace. Otherwise, you will have to face hordes of blackbirds that are eyeing you.
The original builder who built this underground palace used a series of double insurances, and I decided to go against the grain.
Just take a gamble!
To live toward death is the way to live!
The most frightening path is often the one with the greatest chance of survival!
There have been so many bizarre things happening in these strange ancient tombs in the outer Jin Dynasty and the inner Han Dynasty. It is hard to imagine what jaw-dropping things are waiting for us next.
The original meaning of exploration is gradually being replaced by the desire to live...
There were three people when they came in, but when they returned to the entrance of the underground palace, they turned into three people plus a poisonous dragon-horned red- tailed moth.
At this time, the sour and rotten smell around him had become very strong. Even though he was wearing a gas mask, he could still feel the horror of it.
A large number of Nanweng Immortal Stones were piled under the two fish-scale human statues, and it was the smell emitted by these things.
I don't know what's going on with them, but I just feel the tip of my tongue is a little sore and spicy, and I'm worried that the gas has penetrated from the gas mask.
For this Longquan Tomb expedition, in order to streamline the luggage, the gas mask purchased by Fatty was a simple filter mask. I didn't choose the top-heavy strong airtight gas mask.
But what is most anxious and worrying about right now is not this sour gas.
The swarms of insects were already flying towards me from behind. Just by looking at it, my whole palms were numb and I was breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Thunder God sings first - even if it rains there won't be much"
At this time, the fat man came to his senses, gritted his teeth, stared and shouted nervously: "His grandma is so happy, this is denser than raindrops! There are also two flares, let me hit them!"
Fatty's idea was correct. Faced with the sweeping attack like locusts passing through, only flares could withstand it for a while, but it was only a delaying tactic.Unless there are hundreds of flares at this moment, facing such a large number, two flares can only allow us to breathe a few more breaths of air.The fat man didn't even care about the red-tailed moth in his backpack. He just opened the backpack and started searching for flares.The dragon-horned red-tailed moth was disturbed by the fat man's sudden move, and was about to attack when the fat man grabbed his head and threw it away.The dragon-horned red-tailed moth circled in the air, and then found its balance. It flapped its wings quickly, and a small green light spot appeared again on its scarlet abdomen.I hurriedly looked at the fat man's gloves, but fortunately there was no obvious abnormality.It must have been that the poisonous insect didn't react either.There i
Although it may have lived here for thousands of years and is very familiar with every brick and tile inside, I can't help but feel very annoyed if I let it watch the show like this.After all, no one wants to be a cricket in a clay pot, letting outsiders watch.At this time, the fat man became extremely confused and said, "Hey, let me tell you! That's not right. Blackbirds can even eat dragon-horned red-tailed moths, but for thousands of years, what have satyrs eaten? Do they eat stones and soil?"The blackbirds around were falling closer and closer, and they were busy eating, and a lot of bird droppings were dropped.Since the filter mask has become ineffective, various smells fill the air one after another, and the unique stench of poultry is dominant at this time.These bird droppings are like bombs dropped blindly by bombers. You never know when one will explode on your head. What makes me even more worried is that this black poison is full
I stretched out my hand and waved it, saying that this matter is not important now, and I don't care what the profiteer boss wants to do to him when he gets out.But the fat man thought that I was waving my hand and reassured him not to worry about it, so he started to tell me not to persuade him. No one could persuade him in this matter. He just had this temper. He would risk his life to repay those who were kind to him, but he would never let go of those who wanted to harm him.I quickly asked him to take a break and said to him: "The most important thing now is to rearrange your backpack and stop making any noise."By the way, I looked at the golden plate that the fat man took out. The boy held it tightly in his hand!It was finally pulled out from between his fingers.He took this thing out of the sacrifice pit, and it was heavy in his hand. No wonder the boy hugged it like a wife.The fat man packed his backpack, pulled out a can in hi
Usually, the best way to crack the mechanism under our feet is to walk close to the wall, but this open environment does not give us any conditions for support at all.Unless a world-class long jumper comes to try, the whole body will "fly" through this seemingly disordered blue brick, but there is no room for error. If you step on the wrong brick, you may be shot into a porcupine.Squatting in front of the first line of blue bricks, I glanced at it with my flashlight for a long time. The fat man was holding his breath waiting for my answer. In fact, I didn't have a clue.From an abstract point of view, these blue bricks and gray stone look like half a game of Tetris.Just waiting for new players to fill the vacancies.If it is well filled, you can still survive. If you take a wrong step, you may be shot to death on the spot by rain arrows flying from any direction.I was leaning on my chin and thinking, when suddenly I stepped on the brick
I saw that the panic on the fat man's face had dissipated and was replaced by determination. I couldn't help but ask him, is this a matter of taking life and death lightly, and just do it if you don't accept it?The fat man put down his trousers, limped two steps, turned his back and said to me: "How do you say this? Although we haven't kowtowed to the ground yet, our sworn brotherhood has become a reality. How do you say that?" , I don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. Isn’t it true that some people regard this sentence as a slogan?”Among the three of them, I was the only one who was not poisoned by the strange poison. The fat man's words with his back turned to me made me very embarrassed.The fat man put his fist on his mouth and coughed twice, turned around and said to me with a smile: "Come on, Lao Cao. Give me back my bag and gun. Fatty, I'm going t
The pillar we chose is enough to support us moving up together without interfering with each other. Unexpectedly, the foot buckles prepared by the fat man in advance really came in handy. Using the tools, we climbed up easily.Halfway through the climb, Long Wu's ankle buckles suddenly stopped making a clicking sound as he climbed up. He clamped his legs around the pillar, half-wrapped one arm, raised the other arm, and looked toward the horizon like a monkey leaning on a flower or fruit tree. generally.He stretched his head and stared in one direction for a long time, and suddenly said that he saw Sartre hiding behind a pillar, his head still shaking, which was very strange.I quickly whispered to stop, and in an instant, the three people were more like three four-legged spiders, staying on the huge nanmu pillar. My mind turned and I came up with an idea. Since both of us are blind, we might as well play with this satyr.Immediately, I told the fat m
Sure enough, Sartre's fatal weakness is the two eyeballs that lead directly to the gate of hell!Sartre finally suffered from pain, and it was the first time I heard his miserable cry.This thing covered half of its face with a furry hand and actually made a baby cry!In the empty tomb, hearing this sound, all the hairs on my body stood up. You don't need to look to know that the fat man must be breaking out in a cold sweat.The cry of a baby reminds people of their original appeal and makes them extremely nervous."What the fuck! You're so evil, how can you make such a sound!" The fat man's ears were numb when he heard it. He picked up the Colt and poured a bunch of bullets down.This time, the sheep-headed satyr was hit by bullets and fell continuously. When it reached a place of more than two meters, it fell directly and fell heavily on the stone slab with a "dong" sound.By the light, Nasat sat up from the ground. At this time, it
The iron chains were stretched loudly, and the stone coffin hung in mid-air, majestic and motionless.Directly above the sarcophagus is the bottom of the pavilion, in the deepest part of the main hall, where the water from the mountain is pouring in. It seems that there is a golden pool blocking it, so that the "waterfall" outside the pavilion is not hurried or slow.A large section extends from the bottom of the pavilion, which acts as a natural barrier for the sarcophagus below. However, water vapor lingers day and night. If it were made of ordinary materials, it would have long since rotted into mud and would not be able to support the dragging of such a huge coffin.Immediately, I was even more fascinated by the dozen black iron chains, and I thought to myself: Could they be alien objects from the sky? And made by experts. Otherwise, with the smelting level at the time, it would be difficult to imagine how it was produced.Suddenly, I realized that