Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

Wu Xie looked at the pattern on the stone pillar in front of him, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly shouted.

"I see!"

"The mountain god temple outside was the place where the ancestors of Zhelong Mountain worshipped the mountain god! Later, this area of ​​Zhelong Mountain was conquered by King Xian and became his subordinate or slave. King Xian sent a large army to conquer the mountain god in the cave and built his mausoleum here."

Li Changsheng smiled slightly and nodded in approval.

"You guessed right, this is indeed the tomb of King Xian!"

Professor Sun gently stroked the patterns on the stone pillar without saying a word, while his daughter, Sun Xiaomei, seemed a little downcast and began to tell the story of Zhelong Village.

Originally, King Xian had a personal guard. After King Xian was buried, the personal guard was stationed at the foot of the mountain, and over time, it became Zhelong Village.

In other words, both Professor Sun and Sun Xiaomei are descendants of the Prince Xian's personal guards.

Initially, the villagers of Zhelong Village, following the instructions of King Xian, would occasionally use the secret passage behind the mountain to go to the mountain god temple to offer sacrifices.

However, as time went by, the descendants of these guards gradually became greedy and wanted to obtain the gold and silver treasures and the secret of immortality from the tomb of King Xian.

However, even the King Xian guarded against it, and various secret passages and mechanisms blocked Zhelongzhai for over a thousand years.

Professor Sun has studied for many years and has only figured out that the entrance may be related to the toad's nine-turn loop in the mountain god temple. However, he is neither a tomb raider nor a tomb raider, and he does not understand the Shaking Dragon Classic or the solution to the Nine-Turn Loop Formation.

Professor Sun snorted softly upon hearing this, and said quietly, "Speaking of which, I should thank you two. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to enter the tomb of King Xian."

After saying that, he shook his head and urged Wu Xie, "Stop looking, keep going!"

Wu Xie pursed his lips, took one last look at the patterns on the stone pillar, and thought to himself that the so-called mountain god was probably just an ignorant mistake by the ancient mountain people who mistook the wild beasts in the cave for the mountain god.

After leaving the area around the stone platform, the four went back into the water.

The water in the underground river was icy cold, but even colder was the muzzle of the gun pressed against Wu Xie's back.

This made Wu Xie even more annoyed that he hadn't brought the Chicago typewriter with him.

After walking for a while, the river gradually became shallower.

From initially covering the waist, it gradually came to only cover the ankles.

The dead drifter that had suddenly appeared and disappeared earlier did not reappear, which relieved Wu Xie, who had been on edge the whole time.

Thinking of the dead drifter, Wu Xie decided to speak up and break the silence.

"Brother, speaking of which, I actually saw a dead body when I was a child. My third uncle took me to the coastal area for archaeology before. It was an underwater tomb, which is said to be the tomb of the younger brother of the Marquis of Haihun in the Han Dynasty."

"The archaeological team excavated a burial pit by the sea, but there was nothing inside. There were no human remains, not even animal bones."

Wu Xie's words quickly piqued Sun Xiaomei's curiosity.

She was a folklore student, and although it was different from archaeology, she was just as interested in these strange and unusual things.

Seeing that Wu Xie suddenly stopped halfway through his story, she couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

Wu Xie sighed, his tone suddenly turning sinister.

"Then, the very next day, hundreds and thousands of dead bodies suddenly appeared on the sea not far from the archaeological team's camp. And by nightfall, they all came back to life, crawling up from the sea to attack the archaeological team's camp. Several members of the archaeological team died and were forced to evacuate."

"Later, I heard from my third uncle that the government sent an artillery battalion there, and they bombarded the area with artillery for three days and three nights, and then there were no more dead bodies."

At this point, Wu Xie smiled mischievously.

"Of course, the grave is gone too."

Sun Xiaomei was stunned, unable to tell whether Wu Xie was making up a story or if it was true.

To her surprise, her usually taciturn and irritable father suddenly agreed with Wu Xie's words.

"The incident involving the sea dumplings in the South China Sea was classified as top secret in China, and only a very small group of people knew about it. I was once transferred there to specifically study these sea dumplings that had been blown to pieces."

Sun Xiaomei stared wide-eyed in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Dad, why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"You were only a few years old then, so of course you wouldn't know."

"Was the matter clarified after the investigation?"

Professor Sun only mentioned it briefly, but remained tight-lipped about the sea rice dumpling incident. Even when Sun Xiaomei pressed him for details, he refused to discuss it.

But he unexpectedly mentioned Wu Xie's third uncle, Wu Sansheng.

"Wu Xie, your third uncle Wu Sansheng, I met him once back then, we were colleagues in the investigation team."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie immediately became excited.

"Professor Sun, you and my third uncle are old friends, so why are you still..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Professor Sun pointed a gun at his back.

"Who says your third uncle is an old friend!"

Professor Sun snorted coldly, then turned to look at Li Changsheng.

"And you, impersonating a professor from Zhejiang University. Do you think I'm stupid? What era are we living in? A single phone call would expose you. But you actually know how to read the ancient Dian script, I really can't believe it!"

Li Changsheng nodded knowingly and said, "So you deliberately didn't expose us, just to see what Wu Xie and I were up to?"

"Indeed, it seems that you two have given me a great surprise. Wu Xie is indeed worthy of being a member of the Wu family. He easily broke the toad formation and opened the entrance to the tomb of the King of Xian."

After listening to Professor Sun's words, Wu Xie finally understood everything.

He originally thought he had fooled Professor Sun, but little did he know that the other party knew everything and was just playing with a child.

This thought only flashed through Wu Xie's mind. What puzzled him even more was that Li Changsheng was so strong, so why didn't he make a move along the way?

As they walked and talked, they finally arrived at the end of the underground cavern.

At the end of the cave was a small opening with obvious signs of human excavation. Wu Xie poked half his body out and shone a powerful flashlight inside.

"There's a drop in elevation in the hole below, estimated to be seven or eight meters above the ground, so we'll need to rappel down."

The large natural cave in front is the front section of the gourd lying horizontally, and the opening in front of you leads to the back section of the gourd.

The difference is that the latter half of the gourd-shaped belly has a height difference compared to the front.

Sun Xiaomei suddenly remembered the image she had seen on the stone pillar: ancient people riding dugout canoes, carrying large toads on long poles, and extending them into the cave entrance for sacrifices. She suddenly understood.

"I understand now. Our ancient ancestors worshipped the mountain god here, so the mountain god in this cave is the one depicted in the picture?"

Wu Xie said, "Not bad, your observation is quite meticulous. I checked, and this should be the place. There are probably more than just the Mountain God in the cave below; there are quite a few other dead bodies too."

Besides the mountain god, the patterns on the stone pillar also depict eight black-faced, fanged mountain gods with many dead bodies floating beside them.

At that time, Wu Xie thought to himself that this mountain god must be the king of the dead, which is why he was able to become the mountain god.