"Japan is a nation that people hate and admire.”Yang Lang thought to himself. Turning around to look outside the shack, Yang Lang pointed at the bones on the ground and said," That should be a grave robber! Let's continue searching. There should be more clues.”
" Sigh, let's look around." Fatty shone his flashlight around and soon found an iron box.
"Open!"
Fatty used a knife to open the iron box, revealing the things inside.
"Luoyang shovel, rope!"
Hu Bayi looked around and said," I can't be wrong. The people outside are the grave robbers." There must be a side hole that they dug nearby!”
"Then let's look for it. If we find it, it will save us a lot of trouble!”Yang Lang said.
"Find him!" Hu Bayi gave the order, and a few people and a few dogs started searching around.
Yang Lang followed the plot and searched around the tree, but he couldn't find it. It seemed that the saying that transmigrators were not omnipotent was true.
In the end, Yingzi still fell into the side hole, not knowing if it was a coincidence or the inertia of the plot.
"Brother Yang, Brother Fatty, come and save me! I fell into a hole. It's dark here and I'm so scared!”Yingzi's voice could be heard faintly from the cave.
Yang Lang, Fatty, and Old Hu followed the sound to the cave. This was a hole that was a few feet square. The originally spacious hole was covered by the roots that had grown for decades, and only a little space was revealed. Just like the cave in his memory, the side cave was pitch-black, and a cool aura came from inside.
"Get the rope!" Hu Bayi said to Fatty.
Yang Lang looked at the few dogs that were in the way and quickly pushed them away.
"Yingzi, are you alright?" Yang Lang asked.
"Alright, Big Brother Hu, I'm not afraid!"
"It's too dark, I can't see clearly!" Yingzi said.
Hearing Ying Zi's words, Yang Lang told Hu Bayi," Ying Zi fell in suddenly. A person's eyes would not be able to see clearly when they suddenly enter the darkness from the sun. They would need time to adapt to the light below.”
"We brought Zhaoming's things, so we don't have to worry about this!”
At this time, Fatty brought the rope and a few people's equipment. The three of them tied the rope to a two-foot-thick tree beside the hole and climbed into the hole along the rope.
"Brother Hu, slow down." Yingzi looked at Hu Bayi who was the first to go down and reminded him.
Yang Lang slid behind Hu Bayi and quickly hid to the side. He knew that if Fatty's 200-pound weight pressed down on him, he might vomit blood.
"Alright, I didn't hurt my bones. I'll be fine after resting for a while!”Hu Bayi looked at Yingzi's ankle and concluded.
" I'm coming down." Fatty Wang's voice came from behind.
Once he stood firm, Fatty Wang shone the flashlight around. Then, he asked," Old Hu, is this a tomb?”
Hu Bayi had been busy looking after Yingzi, and now he looked at the environment under Yang Lang and Fatty Wang's torchlights. "This really is a tomb."
"Then what are we waiting for? "Let's get to work." Fatty Wang handed a folding shovel to Hu Bayi. "Since we're already here, let's just treat it as an adventure."
"What else did you prepare?" Hu Bayi asked.
"I got it from the old secretary. There's still Glutinous Rice!" Then, he handed the black donkey hoof to Yingzi.
"What is this?"
After about fifty to sixty steps, they arrived at the tomb. A stone door fell to the ground. It was obvious that it was done by grave robbers decades ago.
Yingzi held the flashlight and shone it on a relief embossed of a furious King Kong playing a pipa. She was so frightened by the bull's eyes of the King Kong that she cried out.
Yang Lang and Hu Bayi turned to look at her and found that she had already raised her black donkey hoof in front of her.
"Don't be afraid, this is a mural!" Hu Bayi said.
"It's not a mural, it's a embossed!" Yang Lang said. Then, he shone his flashlight on a embossed. A few people were walking in the forest with horses. One person was holding a horn and seemed to be ready to blow it. The rest of the people were holding short axes, javelins, bows, and arrows.
" This is hunting," Yang Lang said." Wu Fa, fur coat, felt hat, longbow, and a gyrfalcon. This is a Jurchen!" Then, for some reason, he added,"Golden Tartars!"”
" This should be the owner of the tomb." Hu Bayi nodded and shone his flashlight on the surrounding walls. Yingzi followed behind him.
"This is a battle on the battlefield.""Victory.""Captured.""Also, this is the title of Marquis."
"So the owner of this tomb is a general?”Yingzi asked.
" Old Hu, Brother Yang, come over and take a look!" Fatty Wang shouted from the other side.
The few of them followed him into the ear chamber at the back of the tomb, which was the room for the funerary objects.
"Look, this general is really poor. If it's not scrap metal, it's just pots and jars.”
If this was in the game, one could almost see Yang Lang marking Fatty Wang's head with a big "”. He had to make a few more exclamation marks in bold and red!
"These weapons are worthless, but pots and pans might not be.”Yang Lang said," Would it be an ordinary vessel that could be buried with a general? Moreover, these were jars from nearly 800 years ago.”
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