He felt the resentful gaze behind him.
Hu Can subconsciously shivered.
"Elder Wang, don't join in the fun. Where did this mysterious jade vein and clone come from?”
"Even modern technology cannot be considered a success.”
Hearing this, Elder Wang fell silent. Indeed, even modern technology was very difficult to clone, let alone clone.
However, if Hu Can was really a clone, it would explain why he knew everything.
Furthermore, he had such a special bloodline. In addition, why had he been so mediocre for the first twenty years?
With many doubts, the group walked through the entire corridor.
At the end of the long corridor, an extremely exquisite stone door appeared in front of everyone.
With the appearance of the stone door, Elder Wang no longer had the mood to pursue Hu Can. Instead, he closed his eyes and looked carefully.
"This is the Eight Formation Diagram, this is the Five Zhang Plain, this is the Burning Camp, and this is the Seven Star Lamp.”
The carving on the stone door introduced Zhuge Liang.
Especially on the Seven Star Lamp. Among the seven oil lamps, only the first one was completely extinguished.
The ones behind him still lit up.
"It seems that Brother Zhuge Liang is still resentful about the extinguishing of the Seven Star Lamp.”
"That's right. I can't forget it even before I die!”
"Nonsense. That was the last second. Fourteen years of lifespan. Do you think it's a joke?”
"It's all superstition. It can't be true.”
"Have you read the official history? This is all fake.”
The netizens in the live broadcast room were instantly divided into two factions.
One was that there was no smoke without fire. Since there was a legend, it might be true.
The other was that the official history was the absolute truth, and it was all fake.
He looked at the heated discussion on the bullet screen.
Hu Can let out a sigh of relief. It was finally not aimed at me.
Old Wang, who had been watching for a long time, was full of doubt.
The carvings on the stone door didn't match up with the official history and novels. It was a completely different version of the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
"Little Hu, Zhuge Liang faked his death when he died in Wuzhang Plains.”
"Look here."
As he spoke, Elder Wang pointed to a painting. There were eight Zhuge Liang's in the wheelchair.
Although the other seven were drawn like real people, one could still tell from the details that they were carved out of wood.
It was rumored that after Zhuge Liang died, he was afraid that Sima Yi would send troops again, so he carved seven of himself out of wood.
To ensure the safety of the entire army.
However, there were eight of them on the stone door.
Hearing Elder Wang's question, Hu Can also walked forward.
He looked at the stone door from beginning to end, and his pupils instantly dilated.
Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, Elder Wang looked over.
"Old Hu, did you discover something?”
"Yeah," she said.
Hu Can muttered to himself for a moment before his fingers began to move rapidly on the door.
Dust fell from above.
A line that could not be any thinner appeared in front of everyone.
Seeing the appearance of this line, Elder Wang was also stunned on the spot.
On the stone door, this thread and not having this thread were two completely different stories.
The thin thread dragged Zhuge Liang's voice, and the end of it was placed on the Eight Formation Diagram.
"Elder Wang, Zhuge Liang might really not be dead.”
Hearing Hu Can's voice, Elder Wang nodded. He recalled the last line of the ""Today, I'm far away. I don't know what to say when I cry."
He couldn't help but sigh,"This isn't sending troops to fight at all. This is retirement."”
"Yes, he has indeed retired.”
Thinking of this, Hu Can looked at Elder Wang, and Elder Wang also looked at Hu Can. They said in unison,"It's not Zhuge Liang's!"
Hearing their judgment, the archeologists behind them were unhappy.
We're playing. If you say yes, then yes. If you say no, then no.
"How do we explain the Eight Trigrams Formation and the mural?”
The bespectacled man asked hesitantly.
Elder Wang was also caught in a mystery at this time, waiting for Hu Can to express his opinion.
"Aiya, who cares? We'll know once we open it.”
Everyone retreated, leaving only Hu Can and a few staff members in front of the stone door.
The pickaxes were embedded into the stone door. Everyone used all their strength, but the stone door still did not budge.
"Elder Wang, this can't be opened at all.”
Because they had entered the tomb after entering the water, they could not carry some heavy equipment.
However, the pickaxe was nothing compared to the Dragon-Breaking Rock.
Everyone was a little anxious, but Hu Can began to carefully study the marks on the stone door.
Then, he used force with his fingers and stabbed it into the stone door.
"Old Hu has given up on himself. He's using his finger to hit a rock!”
"Hair mound finger, I saw hair mound finger again, but this time I think it's hard to say.”
"Hiss ~ It hurts just looking at it."
Under everyone's confused gazes, he stabbed his two fingers into the stone door.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A slight cracking sound rang out from the stone door.
"It's over. Old Hu's finger is broken.”
This was the only thought in everyone's mind. They simply did not believe that a human's finger could be harder than a rock.
Crash ~
However, what happened next almost made their eyeballs pop out.
The stone door that the four men couldn't pry open had actually shattered.
A huge hole appeared on the stone door.
"Oh my god, Hair Hill Finger is so terrifying!”
"This is a f * cking finger, this is a machine gun.”
"With this skill, this ability, and this judgment, would you believe it if you said that you've never been to the tomb?”
He turned around and looked at the dumbfounded crowd.
Hu Can shrugged,"Don't look at me like that, I'll be shy."
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