Chapter 30 of Yunding Tiangong: Gate Hall

"What are you doing? Come down!" I shouted anxiously. In such a situation, he actually climbed up the beam. I really don't know what's wrong with his brain.

The fat man ignored me. He was very agile and reached the top of the beam in just a few steps. He turned around and said, "Why are you panicking? I'm not a three-year-old child. I'll come down if anything goes wrong." As he said that, he walked along the beam towards the corpse closest to him.

I suddenly realized that the fat guy was eyeing the Type 56. This guy had been feeling uncomfortable without a gun, and now he was not excited to see such a good gun. I was used to this guy being disorganized and undisciplined, and now I was furious, and there was nothing I could do about him.

The fat man took a few cautious steps. His weight was so great that the entire eaves of the gate hall shook with his footsteps, making an unsettling sound, and a lot of wood chips fell from it. We stepped back reflexively, fearing that the fat man would collapse the entire structure above our heads.

Pan Zi patted the garbage on his body and cursed: "Take it easy, or you'll ruin all of us."

The fat man made an apologetic gesture and strode to the side of the corpse. The first thing he did was to pick up the Type 56 rifle from the corpse, take it in his hand, immediately unload the chamber to check the bullets, then throw it to Pan Zi, then pick up the bullet bag from the corpse, put it on his back, and finally go to see the corpse.

I watched the fat man take off the gas mask of the corpse bit by bit. Inside the mask was the face of a middle-aged foreigner, his whole face was distorted, his complexion was blue, and his mouth was strangely wide open, as if he was screaming when he died. Death should be instantaneous, so the expression at the time of death was so frozen.

I saw his face was turning blue, and I shouted, "Don't touch him. Judging from his face, he must have died of poisoning."

The fat man nodded and put on his gloves. Then he looked at the ropes that were hanging the bodies. These people definitely didn't hang themselves on them, so what were these ropes about? We all wanted to know.

However, when the fat man went up to take a look, his expression was still very confused.

I asked, "What did you find?"

The fat man said: "These look like hair..."

"Hair?" I asked curiously.

The fat man nodded. "It's pretty damn long, how come all these people are women?" The fat man lifted the body a little, "No... this hair comes from his neck, it's not hair, damn, is it really pubic hair? This foreigner is amazing, his pubic hair is so long."

As he said this, he had already taken out a dagger, intending to cut off the dead man's "hair" and put the body down for me to see. However, after he cut the "hair" twice with the dagger, it did not break, and seemed to be very tough. He then took out a lighter and wanted to burn it to see.

I thought to myself that I didn't want to see such a corpse, so I yelled at him, "Forget it, I'm not interested in seeing a corpse. Come down quickly and stop it. It will be troublesome if it's poisonous."

The fat man thought so too, put away his lighter and replied, "Wait a moment, it'll be there soon!" Then he ran towards the other corpse, and it seemed that he didn't want to let go even if there was a gun.

I looked at the corpse and it didn't seem to be dangerous, so I didn't try to stop him. He did the same thing as before. He went to the corpse, hooked the gun down, threw it to me, and then tried to pick up the bullet bag of the corpse. At this moment, I suddenly saw the corpse's hand move.

My mind tensed up and I suddenly realized something was wrong. The fat man was about to take off his gas mask. I hurriedly shouted, "Wait! This guy seems to be still alive! Don't take off his mask!"

The fat man exclaimed, "Really?" He took the pulse of the corpse, his face changed, and he quickly took out a lighter and burned the "hair" on it. The corpse immediately fell from the beam. Monk Hua and I caught him and put him on the ground. Monk Hua put on gloves and turned his neck, and saw that the "hair" hanging the corpse seemed to grow from the man's back.

Monk Hua flipped his eyelids again, shook his head and said, "He's not dead yet, but he's almost dead. His pupils are almost dilated."

I saw that this person seemed to be Chinese, so I asked habitually: "Is there any hope?"

Monk Hua shook his head: "There's no need for us to save him. Firstly, we can only let him hold on for a little longer, and it will be even more painful when he dies. Secondly, it will be troublesome to take him with us."

I said, "He's not dead yet. It doesn't seem right to leave him here, does it?"

Monk Hua smiled and shook his head, as if he thought I was funny. He drew out the saber from his waist and pulled the man's neck up. I immediately felt something was wrong, so I quickly grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"He's been poisoned now, and it will be very uncomfortable for him to die. I'll bleed him so he can die more comfortably."

I was stunned when I heard this. What kind of logic is this? Just when I was about to shake my head and say no, the "corpse" suddenly convulsed, and its hand suddenly grabbed Monk Hua's hand, opened its eyes, and the person was still shaking.

"Monk Hua was startled, and he quickly pulled his hand away and took several steps back.

The man looked at me, then at Monk Hua, and it was obvious that he had regained consciousness. He suddenly stood up and screamed in pain. I couldn't hear what he was screaming, so I tried to hold him down, but he was very strong and Monk Hua and I were thrown away. The man rolled over and over on the ground, screaming heartbreakingly, his mouth opened wider and wider, to the limit that a human could never open, and his neck swelled up as if it was about to explode, and a large amount of smelly liquid came out of his mouth.

Pan Zi couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he pulled the bolt of his gun, and with a "bang", he sent the man away.

The sound of the gunshot was beyond my expectation. My ears suddenly hurt. I saw that Pan Zi's shot hit his heart directly. A large amount of blood gushed out of the body. The body twisted twice and then stopped moving.

"What was he yelling just now?" Monk Hua was sweating profusely and asked, "Did anyone understand?"

"He was speaking Hakka, and I couldn't understand much of what he said, but it seemed like he was saying 'back, back'," said Ye Chengdao.

"On his back, is there something strange on his back?" Monk Hua turned the body over and wanted to cut open his clothes to see what was on his back.

I looked at the blood everywhere and started to feel dizzy. I turned my head away and asked the fat man to come down quickly.

The fat man was still squatting on the beam, looking down at us, and had already lit up a cigarette. When he saw me turn around, he immediately said, "Don't rush me, you're almost as bad as my mother. I promise Chairman Mao that I'll come down after I finish this cigarette."

I thought to myself, how can you smoke with a gas mask on? But when I looked at him, I was suddenly stunned, then my scalp exploded, and I fell to the ground with a scream.

Behind the fat man's shoulder, a strange white face with eyes wide open appeared. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a strange person lying on the fat man's back. The fat man didn't seem to notice it at all.

Several people were attracted by my shouting. They turned around and saw Ye Cheng yelling strangely. They all took a big step back at the same time. Pan Zi reflexively loaded the bullet with a "click" and raised his gun, but he did not shoot.

(It's strange, I don't know why, but I've never heard of anyone shooting zongzi with a pistol in a tomb. I've never heard of it. I don't know if it's the rule of our ancestors, or if doing so would have some unknown consequences. Later I asked Monk Hua, and he said that the superficial reason was that many corpses had corpse poison. If it was just a moldy zongzi, the gunshot would destroy it wherever the corpse water splashed, and the sound of the gun would easily cause trouble. But he didn't know what was actually going on.)

The fat man was thinking about how to stuff the smoke into his gas mask, and was startled by our movement, not knowing what was going on. But when he saw that Pan Zi's gun was pointing at the side of his head, he knew it was not aimed at him, and he immediately realized something and turned his head to look over his shoulder.

When he saw this, his face met that face. The fat man was stunned for a moment. The cigarette in his hand fell onto the beam and he froze there.

The person lying on the fat man's back huddled behind the fat man's shoulder with a ghostly look, and did not make any reaction when the fat man turned his head. The two of them just stared at each other with affectionate eyes.

Where did this person come from? My mind was buzzing. When we came in just now, we used the flashlight to scan it once . Although it was not very careful, such a big person would definitely not be able to hide. In other words, when we came in just now, this "person" was not here, so how could he suddenly appear on the fat man's back?

Could it be that Aning and his gang had been bewitched by some evil spirit here? Or were they simply the wronged souls who died in this imperial mausoleum?

I have seen a lot of strange things, but when I was in the gloomy underground imperial mausoleum, my scalp suddenly tingled and my hair stood on end. I couldn't help but feel as if something was lying on my back, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

The fat man's face was pale and he was sweating profusely, but he was a big shot after all, and he had already reacted by now. He didn't dare to move, but I saw his hand slowly make a pistol gesture, probably asking Pan Zi to shoot.

Pan Zi waved his hand and asked him to move his head over so that he could aim more easily. At this time, Monk Hua raised his hands and said softly, "Wait, let's take a look first, it's not a living person."

"Can someone who looks like this be called a living person?" Pan Zi asked softly.

Monk Hua waved his hand to stop him from talking, and he moved his flashlight slowly towards the place behind the fat man's shoulder. The flashlight shone on him, and the man turned his head towards us. I saw an indescribable face, the whole face was sunken. There was only a big hole in the nose, and the eye sockets were deep and deformed. The two eyes reflected the flashlight like a flashlight, and the mouth looked like an owl.

Panzi hesitated, his gun loosened, and he looked at us, "What the hell is a night owl?"

I thought to myself, how is that possible? The air quality here is like this, basically no living things can exist, and night owls can't survive here. And if this is a night owl, then it's too damn big.

But just looking at this face, it really looks alike. Night Owl makes no sound when flying. Could it be that he flew down from the roof silently and landed on the fat man? How come the fat man didn't feel anything at all?

The fat man's face was covered with sweat like a waterfall. He was still asking Pan Zi to shoot, while his hand began to reach for the dagger on his waist. Perhaps seeing that we didn't react, he couldn't help but take action. I quickly waved to the fat man, telling him not to move, and not to force it before we figured it out.

The fat guy bared his teeth at me to express his protest?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed his teeth, the person on his back seemed to be stimulated. His sunken face twisted and he leaned back. Suddenly, his mouth opened wide. Wow ! It had two-inch long fangs. It was definitely not a bird. Moreover, it was getting bigger and bigger, and soon it exceeded the limit of what a human could open.

I saw that it was bad, the fat guy was going to be in trouble! Pan Zi pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder, aimed at the mouth, and was about to shoot, but suddenly there was a "whoosh" sound, a strong wind flew in front of me, and something was thrown in from outside the gate hall, hitting Pan Zi's gun. The gun tip tilted, and a series of bullets swept up to the fat guy's ear. The fat guy was scared and cursed: "Where the hell are you shooting?"

I turned around and saw Chenpi A-si and Shunzi rushing in. Chenpi A-si yelled at Panzi, "Put down the gun!"

The thing above had already bitten down on the fat man's neck. The fat man bumped his head against the thing and knocked its head away. Then he turned around and used his backhand to pry open the mouth of the thing behind him, trying to throw it off. But he didn't know how the thing got on his back and he couldn't throw it off. The fat man shouted, "Damn it, someone come and help!"

Ye Cheng pulled out his knife and tried to go up, but I yelled, "No! The beam is going to collapse! Fatty, jump down quickly!"

The fat man didn't hear anything and was still shouting, "Hurry up, you heartless people!"

Chenpi A Si swung his hand violently, and an iron bullet hit the fat man's foot. The fat man cried out in pain, his foot loosened and slipped, and the whole beam tilted downward with a click because of his action. The fat man lost his balance all of a sudden, and fell down.

The beam was so high above the ground that it was not safe to fall down. Fortunately, there was a body hanging below. He pulled it hard when he came down, which buffered the force in mid-air, and he fell heavily into the rubble on the ground. We rushed over to take a look, and we were all stunned: the thing behind the fat man was gone, there was nothing...

I suddenly remembered the bullet holes on the pillars and immediately realized that something was wrong. I waved my hand and said, "That thing didn't fall down! Be careful above your head!" Before I finished speaking, a shadow flashed past my head like lightning, and Shunzi rolled on the ground, with three blood marks on his left shoulder.

I immediately raised my gun, but the old 56 was much heavier than I thought. I couldn't hold it steady. I raised it twice, but the muzzle didn't rise. The fat man got up, grabbed my gun, and swept it around the top by feel. A lot of tiles fell down. We raised all our flashlights to illuminate him, but when the gun mist cleared, there was nothing on the top. I didn't know where the thing just now had gone.

"What the hell is this thing?" The fat man was still frightened.

"And you still ask us? You didn't feel it lying on you, what are you doing?" Pan Zi cursed.

The fat man was furious and was about to curse back, but suddenly he stopped. We turned around and saw that weird face had popped out from behind Pan Zi's shoulder and was looking at us quietly, and Pan Zi himself didn't notice it at all.

We all immediately moved away from Pan Zi. When Pan Zi saw our reaction, his face turned green and he shouted, "What are you doing?" Before he could turn around, the thing behind his shoulder suddenly opened its mouth and showed a mouthful of fangs.

The fat man raised his gun and fired a burst of shots. With a bang, half of the thing's head was blown off. Immediately, green water splashed everywhere, splashing all over us. An extremely unpleasant smell filled the air.

I thought I had it figured out for a moment, but then I looked again and something was wrong. There was actually a vague face inside that huge mouth that was half a head!

"Damn it!" I heard Shunzi yell softly, and he pounced and bumped into Panzi, who was knocked flying. After he fell to the ground, he turned around and sat up. I don't know when the saber was in his hand, and he stabbed behind him with his backhand.

But the thing behind him had disappeared. The person sitting behind him was Shunzi, who had just hit him. The knife went straight at him. Fortunately, Shunzi reacted quickly and pressed down his hand, twisting it around, while shouting, "Who fired the gun just now?!"

The fat man immediately raised his hand and said, "Me!"

"And me!" Pan Zi also raised his hand.

Shunzi didn't know why, but suddenly there was an unquestionable temperament in his brows. He waved his hands and said, "Those who fired the gun stay! Everyone else run! Keep running forward! Don't look back!"

I looked and counted, oh, all our people are left behind, what should I do? Wouldn't I be killed if I followed Chenpi Ah Si? I hurriedly raised my hand and said, "I...I forgot, I opened it too!"

Ye Cheng and the others didn't know how to react at first. At this time, we heard the sound of tiles breaking from the roof of the gate hall. It seemed that many things were climbing up the roof of the hall. The number was unimaginable. Several people were terrified and didn't know what had happened.

"It's too late, don't leave!" Shunzi shouted.

Chenpi A'Si glanced at us, waved his hand, and said to Monk Hua and the others, "Let's go!" Then the three of them quickly ran out of the front hall.

I felt strange, but the situation did not allow me to think too much. The sound of tiles breaking above my head became more and more frequent. Fatty threw his bullet bag to Panzi. Both guns were loaded. We formed a circle and asked Shunzi: "What on earth is up there? What should we do?"

Shunzi said in a deep voice: "I don't know."

"Then why did you let them run away?" Pan Zi rolled his eyes.

Shunzi said, "I just want you to separate from that old man. This is not my idea. It's your third uncle's order."

When we heard this, we all turned to look at him, thinking, what is this, my third uncle ordered? Pan Zi asked, "Then who are you?"

"Don't ask so many questions." Shunzi said, "I will take you to see your third uncle now, and you can ask him yourself when the time comes."

My whole body tensed up, and I was about to ask: Is my third uncle also in this imperial mausoleum now? Suddenly, there was a series of shattering sounds above our heads, and tiles fell down like rain. We all looked up, protecting our heads. In the flashlight spot, we saw countless shadows moving, and they all seemed to be the same thing as before.

Shunzi waved his hand and said, "When you fired the gun just now, there were noises everywhere in this dead woods, and they all gathered here."

"Then why don't we run?" Pan Zi listened to the crawling sounds around him, which were so dense that he couldn't tell the number, and asked nervously, "Aren't we just waiting to die here?"

"Wait until they go a little further away." Shunzi looked behind him and saw that Chenpi A'Si seemed to have run far away. He turned to him and said, "Let's go!" Then he patted us and ran towards the exit of the front hall. We followed closely behind him.

Outside the gate hall, you can see the derivative hall of the Shinto shrine. In front of you appears a twenty-arch long bridge of white marble. On the bridge hang two coiled dragons made of unknown material, entwined along the railings on both sides of the bridge. The jade color is extremely good, and there is not a single gap. It seems to be carved as a whole. Under the bridge is the moat of the inner imperial mausoleum, and it is unknown whether there is water underground.

We had only run a few steps when a strong wind blew up from behind. We all rolled over. The fat man fired back with a random shot. A slight scream was heard in the darkness. I didn't know what he hit, but a ball of something fell into the abyss under the bridge.

There was a sense of restlessness in the darkness, and I had a vague feeling that this thing seemed to be able to fly, but when I swept the flashlight wildly, I couldn't see anything.

We got up and continued to run. There were bursts of noise above our heads as if something was hovering close to our scalps. The fat man was running and firing at the sky. Soon we reached the bridge. Suddenly, I felt something hit my back and I fell out. I turned around and got up, but before I could react, the fat man hit me with the butt of his gun past my ear, and I felt something fall out of my back.

Looking back, I saw a black shadow struggling to get up. Pan Zi raised his hand and shot it in two, and then the fat man fired a few shots into the sky. The tracers of the bullets flashed, and countless shadows hovered over our heads.

"What on earth are these?" I gasped.

"There are too many. We can't kill them all. How can we get out?" Pan Zi shouted and asked Shun Zi. "Where is the Third Master? How can we get out?"

Further ahead is the second hall of the Four Dragon Tower Hall. When I get there, I will inevitably meet Chenpi A Si again. To be honest, I feel very stressed when they are together. Besides, I now know the whereabouts of my third uncle. I can't wait to find him and ask him what is going on.

"Your Third Master should be in the underground palace." Shunzi said.

"Underground palace?" The fat man used the butt of his rifle again, but he didn't know what he hit. "Great, damn, it's easier. Where is the entrance to the underground palace?"

Shunzi said, "I don't know."

All of them were stunned for a moment, and looked at Shunzi. From his expression, they knew he was not joking. The fat man scolded: "You said you would take us to see him, but the imperial tomb is so big, how can we find him?"

Generally speaking, the formal entrance to the underground palace is the third dragon building along the sacred road, the Heavenly Palace, but it must be pressed under the bronze tripod. There are more than 70 blue bricks and lead slurry and molten iron armor waiting for us. The modern engineering corps cannot dig it in ten days or half a month, but there must be a secret entrance to the underground palace, and it should be inside the imperial mausoleum building, on the central axis. The entrance to the underground palace of Cixi's Mausoleum is in the mausoleum palace screen wall, but in this situation, there is no time to dig a hole.

Shunzi was very calm, lowered his body, and said to me: "Your uncle said that this is the place where the 'Xuanwu Rejects Corpses' are. He said that if he told you this, you would naturally know where it is. Think about it and see if you have any impression of it."

I was surprised when I heard this. "Xuanwu Rejecting Corpses" was a joke. It was a place with the worst feng shui in the world in Feng Shui theory. This place was the same as the "Nine Dragons Coiling Flowers" in the theory. It was a theoretical treasure cave and didn't exist in the world. I asked, "Did he really say that? Did he say anything else?"

The book on burial says: "The earth has four forces, and the qi comes from eight directions. Therefore, the left side of the sand is the Azure Dragon, the right side is the White Tiger, the front side is the Vermilion Bird, and the back side is the Black Tortoise. The Black Tortoise hangs its head, the Vermilion Bird flies and dances, the Azure Dragon winds, and the White Tiger bows down. If the situation is the opposite, the law should be broken and the death should be broken. Therefore, the tiger squatting is called holding the corpse, the dragon squatting is called jealous of the master, the Black Tortoise does not hang its head and rejects the corpse, and the Vermilion Bird does not dance and flies away..."

Shunzi lowered his head and looked around, and said hurriedly, "No more. Your third uncle seemed to be hiding from someone at the time, so he was in a hurry. Your third uncle arranged for me to meet you in the village and take you into the mountains, and then bring these few words."

I listened and suddenly stopped, speechless. If this is really the "Xuanwu Rejection Corpse", then if he is buried here, his descendants will die out, his wife will cheat on him, and anything will happen. Why is there such a big grudge between Wang Canghai and Emperor Wannu?

According to old man Chenpi, the feng shui here should be extremely good, so how could it be the "Xuanwu Rejecting Corpses"?

I suddenly regretted not paying attention to these things before. If I could understand some things when I came here, I should be able to understand their meaning now.

Fatty also knows these things, and even knows a little more than me in some aspects. He was also confused at this time and shouted, "Bullshit, it's impossible. How can the Xuan Palace of the Imperial Mausoleum be the place where the 'Xuanwu Reject Corpse' is located?"

Pan Zi fired another round to push away the thing that was forcing down, and turned back to say, "It's not impossible. Feng Shui is about people. Didn't you hear what the monk said? There are no people buried in this imperial tomb. Maybe this strange pattern difference is related to this!"

I know that Pan Zi's words were purely spoken in anger. With the weak national strength of Dongxia Kingdom, all its strength and resources must have been poured into the construction of these buildings. The only one who could initiate such a huge project was King Wannu. Moreover, I don't believe that the last King Wannu at that time still had such prestige. The construction of this imperial mausoleum must have been mixed with some religious elements. At that time, King Wannu was very likely a religious idol who was both human and god.

The bronze fish says that all the slave kings in history were evil spirits that came from the earth. I don't think this can be understood directly. The information on the bronze fish must be hidden somewhere else. What it specifically means may only be known after deciphering the two bronze fish in my hand.

As we were talking, we had already retreated to the end of the stone bridge. Beyond that was the square of the imperial mausoleum. In the darkness, we could see two stone tablets standing side by side at the end of the stone bridge. Both were more than 10 meters high. One of them was broken and was carried by a huge black bixi. Not far behind the stone tablets was a towering huge black shadow.

I know this is the 'Imperial Mausoleum Boundary Monument'. Behind the monument should be the longevity steps leading to the 'Rebirth Hall', which is also the gate to the netherworld. The 'Imperial Mausoleum Boundary Monument' can be said to be the real dividing line between the human world and the netherworld. Because the place behind the 'Imperial Mausoleum Boundary Monument' is inaccessible to the mausoleum keepers . Hundreds of years ago, when the imperial mausoleum was closed, no one has set foot on the area opposite the boundary monument.

The moment I saw the stone tablet, I suddenly had a very ominous premonition, as if something was waiting for us in that huge black shadow ahead, in some corner of this dead silent inner city of the imperial mausoleum.

At this moment, the fat man running in the front suddenly stopped and opened his arms to block us all. I went over to take a look and found that the end of the stone bridge had collapsed. There was an abyss about three meters wide between the stone bridge and the 'Imperial Tomb Boundary Monument' opposite. When the flashlight shone it, there was a dark mist and it seemed that there was water, but I didn't know how deep it was.

"What should we do?" I looked at Pan Zi. Without thinking, Pan Zi raised his gun and said, "What else can we do? Jump over one by one, quickly!"

When I saw the distance, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. How far can those people in the Olympics jump? About eight meters? More than three meters is not too far, but for someone like me who doesn't exercise all day, it's really difficult to jump over it easily.

The fat man on the side had handed the gun to Shunzi, then stepped back a few steps, took a run-up, and then suddenly jumped, strolling through the air, and rolled onto the stone ground opposite. Shunzi threw the gun to him again, and then threw our equipment over first. Then Shunzi also jumped over, and Panzi wanted to cover me and let me jump first. I looked at the abyss in front of me, and I said to die, so I shouted to the fat man on the opposite side, pulling me up.

The fat man agreed readily. I stepped back a few steps, gathered myself, and sped up suddenly. Unfortunately, just when I wanted to jump, Pan Zi suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait!"

At this time, I couldn't stop the car anymore. I jumped high and rushed to the other side. I subconsciously looked back, wondering why Pan Zi called me.

When I looked up, I saw a huge black shadow swooping down from my upper left, grabbing the back of my collar in mid-air, and hooking its claws on my clothes, pulling me to the side. I lost control of my position in the air, and then the claws loosened, and I somersaulted and fell into the abyss.

My mind went blank for a moment, and I didn't know what to do. Everything was in slow motion. I saw the fat man rushing over and jumping up to grab me in the air, but his hand just brushed past my collar. Then Pan Zi raised his gun and fired three bursts at my head. The bullets whizzed past, and then I fell into darkness. Their flashlights disappeared in an instant.

The process of falling was extremely fast. I turned several times in the air, and a series of thoughts flashed through my mind instantly. What is below? Below is the moat. How deep is the general moat? Is there water? Will I fall to my death, or will the sulfur water here melt into a pile of bones?

Before I could think of the answers to these questions, my back hit an object similar to an iron chain, and my whole body was almost broken. The pain made my eyes blur. Then my body spun around the iron chain and fell down again. Before I could recover, I hit another iron chain. This time, because of the cushioning just now, the impact was not serious. I reached out to grab it, but I grabbed nothing and continued to fall.

This series of impacts made me dizzy, and I even lost the curled-up posture when falling. Then I fell heavily to the ground face up. I could hear a muffled sound from all the bones in my body, and then my ears buzzed and I could hear nothing.

Shunzi was stunned by the slap, not knowing what was going on. Not only him, but everyone else was also stunned, not knowing what happened to Chenpi A Si.

For a moment, I even thought that Chenpi Ah Si wanted to get us out of the way and kill Shunzi to silence him, but then I thought that was not right. First, he was over 90 years old, and it would be difficult to kill a retired regular soldier even if he attacked by surprise; second, our way back still depended on Shunzi, so he would not take this opportunity to kill him to silence him.

I didn't quite understand Chenpi A's behavior, so I patted Shunzi and told him to be careful.

I don't know if Shunzi realized it or not. He glanced at me and followed Chenpi A Si.

We immediately turned around and continued running along the sacred path. Fortunately, we had thrown away a lot of our equipment, otherwise no one would have been able to endure such an intensity of exercise.

This sacred road has a total of six stone gates, which represent the six realms of reincarnation in Han Buddhism. The Jurchens believed in shamanism, and traces of Han design can be seen everywhere.

I ran so fast that I couldn't help feeling a little dizzy. The exposed skin on my body began to itch. It was obvious that the air around me was really bad.

Before I knew it, the flashlight's light could already illuminate some black ruins, and soon I reached the altar at the end of the sacred road. Behind the altar, on the sixty dilapidated stone steps, was the main entrance to the imperial mausoleum.

In the traditional burial concept, mausoleum and tomb are often confused. In fact, mausoleum and tomb are two different things. Mausoleum is an above-ground building used for sacrifices and burial ceremonies, while tomb refers to the underground palace.

Tombs do not necessarily have to be in the same place. Many of them are located thousands of miles apart. For example, the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan is located in the middle of the Ordos grassland in Inner Mongolia. However, the coffin in the mausoleum only has camel hair attached to Genghis Khan's soul. No one knows where his body and burial objects are hidden on the grassland.

This Yunding Palace has a three-layer structure. The palaces we see above our heads in the underwater tomb are symbolic spiritual palaces. Together with the underground imperial tombs and the royal tombs underground, they constitute the Three Thousand Worlds and also symbolize the changes in the identities of the Ten Thousand Slave Kings, gods, humans and ghosts.

The architectural style of the entire imperial mausoleum is very similar to that of the Ming Palace. When viewed from the cliff, it is huge and majestic. Due to the large amount of black stone used, it is spectacular and a bit weird and mysterious. However, as soon as we entered the mausoleum, this feeling disappeared. All we saw was desolation and ruin. If it weren't for some large temple-like buildings still standing there, we would inevitably be disappointed.

There is poor air circulation here, and there is no strong wind or sun. The buildings here should be well preserved. How come they are in such a dilapidated state?

We walked up the huge steps that could accommodate ten carriages at a time and entered the main gate of the imperial mausoleum. The huge mausoleum gate had collapsed long ago, and the huge door panel with nipple nails fell to the ground. We walked in as if no one was around.

Entering through the main gate is the gate hall of the mausoleum palace, the ancient burial book of the imperial mausoleum, the four dragon tower treasure hall, and the nine-tailed fairy car entering the underworld. This is the first hall in the four dragon tower. At this time, I already felt that the inside of my mouth and nose was as uncomfortable as burning, and I called on them to move faster.

The gate hall was about the size of two basketball courts, with bronze carriages on both sides. On the deep wall at the back, there were two black statues on each side, covered in dust. The statues had ferocious faces and cold, angry eyes, and seemed to be shaman totems. The auxiliary beams and pillars above had collapsed, and tiles were scattered all over the ground. Fortunately, it didn't rain here, otherwise it would have been flooded long ago.

We saw nothing particularly eye-catching, so we wanted to walk through the gate hall and towards the center of the imperial mausoleum. After walking a few steps, the fat man suddenly slipped and stepped on something. He cried "ouch" and fell on his back. The floor of the gate hall was full of broken tiles. This fall almost killed him, and he was in so much pain that he gritted his teeth.

I was immediately puzzled. If I tripped, I could still explain it, but how could I slip? The fat man also felt puzzled. He covered his butt and walked back to see where he stepped.

There was only a trace left by him when he fell. The thing he stepped on was gone. He looked along the trace and turned over a few tiles, but still nothing was there.

"Are you tripping over something?" Pan Zi asked the fat man.

The fat man shook his head and suddenly felt something. He waved for us to stop, squatted down and turned over one of his shoes.

We gathered around and saw that there was a bullet casing stuck in the spikes of his hiking boots.

Everyone's face changed. Pan Zi took it and smelled it. Then he remembered that he was wearing a gas mask. He pinched it with his hand and said, "It's warm. It must have just been fired from the gun barrel not long ago."

"Someone got here first?" I was stunned. Could it be that Aning and the others were so powerful that they could be faster than us?

But why shoot here?

"Light a fire and look around to see if there is anything else?" Pan Zi said.

Monk Hua immediately lit up the cold fireworks and turned up the intensity of the lighting. We looked around and saw chaos inside the gate hall. We dispersed and soon we found a large series of bullet holes on a pillar, which were caused by continuous shooting. We shot straight up.

"It looked like something was coming down the pillar, and the bullets were following it."

Pan Zi walked up, looked at the bullet hole, dug it, and shook his head, saying, "No, it's just the opposite. Look at the angle of the bullet's deviation. The muzzle is swinging up along the pillar."

The fat man shone the flashlight on the bullet hole, looking at it bit by bit, and finally he looked at the beam high above. We immediately saw a black shadow hanging on the beam.

Judging from the posture of the shadow, it should be a dead person, apparently a member of Aning's team, because I saw an old Type 56 rifle hanging on his shoulder, and the whole person was hanging there limply.

Everyone was shocked, not understanding how this person could die on the beam. We shone our flashlights over and saw the person's face. The dead man was a man, wearing a small nasal gas mask (this thing is very advanced, very light, and more effective than the one we wear on our faces. I only heard about it last, but I didn't expect to see it today). Judging from the shape of his face, he should be of Slavic descent. I don't know how he died. His eyes were wide open, but because of the mask, we couldn't see his expression.

The body was hung on the beam by something, but the distance was too far and it was unclear whether it was a rope.

Several people wanted to climb up, but Pan Zi stopped them. The man died so strangely, there must be something wrong. At this time, the fat man patted me and pointed to other places on the beam: "Everyone, there is more than one."

When we looked over, we saw six or seven more corpses on other parts of the beam, hanging in the air like hanged ghosts.

These people were all wearing mountaineering clothes and carrying Type 56 domestic rifles. I couldn't help but feel something was strange. The Type 56 rifle has great destructive power. With this thing in hand, even a zongzi would not be able to withstand more than a dozen bullets. What killed them? And even if there had been a gunfight here, how could these corpses run to the beam?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. We couldn't stay here for long. I called a few people and asked them to quickly pass through the gate hall. This place is weird.

But when he turned around, he found that the fat man was gone. When he used the flashlight again, he found that the fat man had stepped on the statue on the side and was climbing up the beam.