Chapter 39 of Yunding Tiangong: The Expedition Team Ten Years Ago

Shunzi didn't cry in the end. After a moment of excitement, he relaxed and respectfully combed his father's hair. However, the body was severely dehydrated and the hair fell down when touched. After a lot of effort, his father looked like Ge You. I know that this kid must be feeling bad. Maybe he had a lucky chance that his father was still alive for ten years, but now that chance is gone, he can be said to be relieved or desperate.

Fatty and Pan Zi didn't know what was going on. They were confused and sweating. I simply told Fatty and Pan Zi my guess. Believe me, I was not wrong.

The fat man also shed tears after hearing this and said, "My old man died early. He worked for the country all his life as a revolutionary, but in the end he was labeled a counter-revolutionary. Shunzi, I understand your feelings, but people should always think on the bright side. Ten years later, father and son can be reunited. God is taking care of you. Look at it more positively."

When the fat man started crying, Pan Zi's eyes also became wet. He said, "Okay, okay, you all still have a father. I have never seen my father. The Third Master has always been like my father. Now his life or death is unknown."

I hurriedly said, "You are sick. Shunzi didn't even cry. Why are you two joining in the fun? Go and see why they died here."

Since they could walk in here, there is no reason why they couldn't get out. They must have died here in an accident. We are also in this tomb now. I don't want to follow in their footsteps. At the same time, I also feel that the appearance of several bodies here is a bit strange. Shunzi's father didn't say that he was just a guide. According to Shunzi, the other few people also insisted on entering the mountain when it was not suitable to enter the mountain. They should not be ordinary tourists. Do they have any ulterior motives? Is it a coincidence to enter here? I must know.

We went to search these people's backpacks, and found all kinds of things in them, including rotten Song Kua Kua novels, notebooks, pencils, cowhide ropes, marching tents, old flashlights, old Swiss Army knives (which were still usable), the 1986 edition of the Korean-Chinese dictionary, bubble gum, old lighters, wine bottles, lipsticks, sanitary belts, medicine boxes (including gauze, alcohol, cotton and several kinds of medicinal liquor), military compasses, and so on.

The novel was How the Steel Was Tempered. It was an old book, and I didn't dare to open it. It would definitely fall apart if I opened it. The notebooks were all old work notebooks. I saw my father use them when I was in elementary school. There were three notebooks in total. When I opened them, I saw that they were all recording some accounts and phone numbers. These were the functions of notebooks at that time. In addition, there was nothing to prove their identities. Most importantly, no one brought their ID cards.

We put all these things in a row. They are almost fully equipped. Although they are not as advanced as ours, it should not be a problem to get out. No matter how dangerous the environment is, these equipments can cope with it.

This is strange, I thought to myself, no matter what, if they have the ability to leave, they should die on the way out, not sitting here, waiting to die. Could it be that they are reluctant to leave the treasures here? This is even more impossible.

If that's the case, is there something strange about dying here? I suddenly felt an ominous feeling in my heart. I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in this tomb watching us without leaving any trace. I couldn't help but shudder.

The fat man on the side looked at the things we displayed, and suddenly sighed, saying, "Comrades? Have you noticed that something is missing from these things?"

We were all thinking about it. After hearing the fat man's question, we looked at the things carefully. But in my concept, I felt that all the indispensable things were there. I really couldn't think of what was missing, so I asked him, "What's missing?"

The fat man said, "Food! There is no food! No one has any food in their bags."

As soon as he said that, we were startled and looked at the row of things again. As expected, they were all equipment and there was nothing that could be used to fill our stomachs.

I was surprised and asked, "There is really no food. This means that these people did not die in an accident. If they died in an accident, it would not be such a coincidence that everyone has no food. That's not right. Did they...eat all the food and starve to death here?"

This doesn't make sense. As long as there is water, a person of normal size can survive for a month from starvation to death without food ( don't argue with me if you are 2.27 meters tall and weigh only 90 kilograms). If they wanted to get out, they wouldn't starve to death here. If these people starved to death here, there is only one explanation: they couldn't get out.

When I thought of this, I remembered that the tomb door in the underwater tomb would disappear. I quickly jumped up and ran to the pile of gold objects to shine a light on the tomb door we came in through. However, the tomb door was still there and did not disappear at all. I breathed a sigh of relief, but was afraid that the door would suddenly disappear, so I was a little at a loss.

The fat man knew what I was worried about and said to me: "If we really encounter that situation, we have explosives on us this time, so we don't have to be afraid." I felt a lot more at ease.

"Could it be like this?" When he couldn't figure it out after thinking it over and over again, Pan Zi asked Shun Zi, "Do you know how many people were in the expedition team your father led?"

"It seemed like there were only seven people, my mother said, but that was just what she saw. She didn't know how many people there were actually. Anyway, my father left with seven people."

"Then there are... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, a total of 6 bodies, and at least two people are missing." Pan Zi said: "These people died here, could it be that those two people were greedy for money and killed them, and two of them ran away."

I shook my head to deny it. There was no sign of fighting between these people. Judging from their movements and expressions when they were dying, they were curled up together. They didn't seem to be poisoned, nor did they die from external forces. What made me feel uneasy and I had to find out the cause of their death was that the expressions of the corpses were very uniform, all revealing a deep despair, as if they were trapped in a hopeless situation.

This was the first time I saw such a corpse, and I couldn't let it go. I had a hunch that what happened here must have been very complicated, and the more I speculated, the more I felt an indescribable chill and uneasiness surrounding me. The creepy feeling that something was watching us from this pile of gold became more and more obvious.

After thinking for a long time without any idea, Fatty and the others couldn't hold back and wanted to start fiddling with the gold. This time I calmly stopped them and said that I couldn't let go of these dead people dying in the pile of gold. Let's not move for now and don't forget the purpose of our coming here.

As soon as I said that, they came to their senses. All of a sudden, the fat guy thought of something and said, "I was really dizzy. I forgot what I came here for. The mark led us here, and the door was blown open, but there is only a treasure room inside? There is no coffin. I know what the mark means. It means there are funerary objects. The mark must have been left by Aning and his team so that their second team can transport the treasures."

I said, "The door might have been blown up by the bodies, but this is just a tomb for burial objects. The coffin is definitely not here. We need to go in the opposite direction."

Although it doesn't make sense, I always thought this passage was the main passage, with the tomb door on one side and the center of the underground palace on the other. Now it seems that it is not. So is this passage still not the main passage? Then how big is this underground palace? It's like a maze. Thinking about it reminds me of those marks. Is it really because the underground palace is too complicated that they left these marks?

"What should we do with those things?" The fat man was a little reluctant.

I said , "Just take one of them and it will be enough for you to live a carefree life for half your life. Don't be too greedy, and you can come back later."

After seeing the bodies, the fat man was obviously worried, but it was impossible for him to leave everything behind, so he picked up a few small gold items and put them in his pocket. Shunzi insisted on taking his father's body out and carried the body on his back in a backpack. The body was dehydrated and had no weight, so it was not difficult to carry.

We took one last look at the glittering pile of golden agate, hardened our hearts, and filed out of the explosion under the tomb door.

As soon as I walked out of the tomb, I heard the fat man say "hmm" again. I already had a premonition in my heart, so I quickly turned on the flashlight and shone it around, and I couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

The murals on the tomb passage outside were surprisingly different from when I left just now. I didn't know when the red murals all turned into black shadows of people with huge heads.