Instructing the Archaeological Team, Was Actually Regarded As a Tomb Robber

Everyone walked along the path for a long time and no one knew how far they walked. The path gradually widened and they finally saw the exit.

Everyone climbed out and suddenly felt like they had been reborn and could finally stand up straight.

Especially Fatty Wang, this guy is covering his old waist. If he hadn't known that there was an underground palace waiting for him in front, he would definitely not have come in and suffered this fate.

Everyone looked ahead. In front of them was a very deep river, about ten meters deep and five or six meters wide. There was no water in the river.

Ye Chengdao: "This should be a diversion canal. The water from the moat is diverted from here. It keeps the water alive and will not stink. It also prevents the water level from flowing back. In the ancient tombs, there are strict regulations on the amount of water. , this is the thing that most affects the Feng Shui layout.”

There are river ridges for one person to walk on both sides of the canal, and there is a stone bridge on top.

"What now? Where do we go?"

After exiting the row of passages, they did not see the underground palace, which made everyone suddenly feel as if they had lost their direction.

Ye Chengdao: "Let's go along the river first. Since this row of roads has been dug to the back, there must be another one in front. It can't appear out of thin air!"

"That makes sense!"

Everyone walked along the river for a distance, and sure enough they found a hole on the opposite river wall.

The entrance to the cave was also blocked with corpses.

When the river was filled with water, no one would have thought that there would be a secret drainage channel hidden under the river.

Everyone didn't hesitate and got in directly.

Then he drilled back and forth from inside,

With the same technique and the same arrangement of channels, it can be seen that the person who dug this arrangement of channels is not an ordinary craftsman, but a master.

In fact, Ye Cheng felt that the person who dug the tunnel was probably Wang Zanghaibenwang.

King Wannu captured Wang Zanghai to help him build the tomb. It was impossible to let him out, and he would definitely be trapped here. It was reasonable for Wang Zanghai to build an escape passage in advance.

Moreover, although the wisdom of the ancients was not low, ordinary craftsmen still did not have this ability.

It wouldn't be surprising if Wang Zanghai dug out such a channel that could store air.

After another long time, they finally climbed out.

The place you came out of was a tomb made of black rocks. It was not high, and a person could barely stand upright, but it was very wide. There were many earthen jars neatly placed around the tomb, each of which was half a person's height. A rough estimate. There are more than a thousand cans.

"This place is so short and there are so many jars. What is it doing?" Everyone was curious.

Ye Cheng went over and took a look. The jars were all rotten, but he could vaguely smell a faint smell of wine, and there seemed to be some liquid in some jars.

"This should be a wine cellar used to store wine. It is wine for King Wannu to be buried with!"

"Oh, feelings, this Wannu King is still an old drunkard!" Fatty Wang joked.

On the four black walls, there are some simple reliefs, carvings of the emperor's banquet. The reliefs are not well preserved, which may have something to do with the fact that this place is connected to the outside world. Although the volcanic gas here is not that deadly, it is definitely corrosive. Stronger than ordinary air.

It is a miracle that the murals here can be preserved.

It's a pity that the saved pictures can only give an overview.

On the left and right walls of the tomb, there is a stone gate, and behind it is a dark corridor.

A stream of cold wind blew out from inside, making people shiver.

The light of the flashlight shines in, and it can't reach the end at all.

"If these wines are brought out, will they really be aged for thousands of years?"

"Haha, it's been a thousand years, are you sure someone dares to drink it?"

"The death-killing stick of Huangquan."

"It is estimated that the smell of alcohol has long since disappeared, and all that is left is water. At the ancient level, it was impossible to completely seal it."

"Hey, it's a pity that there are so many jars of wine."

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Netizens are still regretting the wine. The wine that could be given to King Wannu must have been very precious back then. Unfortunately, it was all wasted here.

Ye Cheng and the others were observing the surroundings, while Fatty Wang came to a wine jar and used a knife to knock open the earth seal on it.

Suddenly, a strange smell wafted out.

It has a slight smell of alcohol, whether it smells good or not, and whether it smells bad or not.

Fatty Wang took a few greedy sips and found it quite satisfying. His head felt dizzy and his cheeks became slightly red. It really seemed like he had drunk too much.

"Hey, let me go, the wine smells so good, this damn wine is old and good!" Fatty Wang sighed.

Everyone else also smelled the aroma of wine.

Ye Cheng glared at Fatty Wang, "A dog can change to eating shit, but you can't change the bad habit of having cheap hands!"

This guy was so unreliable that he just opened a bottle of wine.

Fatty Wang sneered, "Hey, little brother, this is a real magical wine. It is a wine that only the emperor can drink. Look, this wine has turned black and there is no water at all. This is the real wine." The aged soy sauce!”

As he said this, the guy took out his dagger and dipped it in to prepare to taste it.

Li Duoduo said: "This is expired food, Fat Brother, please take it easy."

Fatty Wang didn't take it seriously, "Hey, you don't understand. The cellared wine won't go bad after being stored for thousands of years. I heard that you can live forever if you eat the wine from the thousand-year-old wine. I heard that many people who drink it upside down can still live forever." Some of them go there just for the wine. If you try it, you’ll be fine. You’ll just have diarrhea at most.”

Everyone was speechless for a while when he said this.

Ye Cheng leaned over the jar and looked inside. It was indeed what Fatty Wang said. The wine had turned black. Logically speaking, this was still pure wine. If it was a century-old wine, it would definitely be sold at a good price. .

But if it's a thousand years, it's hard to say.

"Wait, what is that?"

Ye Cheng's night eyes saw the contents of the drink through the black liquid, and his expression instantly became strange.

Then he looked up at Fatty Wang, who was enjoying the drink with a satisfied expression on his face, and his expression became extremely strange.

He directly tipped the jar over and poured out all the liquid inside.

"Hey, let me go, little brother, what are you doing, wasting everything, squandering everything!" Fatty Wang became anxious when he saw the drinks spilled on the floor. He looked so distressed.

Others also didn't understand Ye Cheng's behavior.

"Take a closer look at what's inside!" Ye Cheng said in a deep voice!

Everyone looked underground and saw that inside the wine tank, which was as black as mud, there were many dark red flocs, like fragments of inferior quilts.

Not willing to give in, the fat man fiddled with it with a dagger. When he saw clearly what was inside, his expression suddenly changed. He ran to the side and started to retching. He kept spitting, wishing that all the liquid he had just eaten in his mouth would be swallowed. Spit it out.

Everyone else also saw what was hidden in the drink.

Those red flocs were the corpse of a baby that had not been completely soaked. The flesh had completely melted into the wine, but the skin and bones were still there, so it formed a broken cotton-like mass.

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