"The more famous the ancient tomb robbing mechanism is, the more useless it is?"
Sun Yuan felt that he had really learned something. This was knowledge that would never appear in textbooks. "But the unearthing of the Nine Stars Pile proves the existence of a prehistoric civilization... Why would the ancients believe in something as illusory as curses and not technology?"
"So it depends on luck!"
Professor Xiang smiled and said, "We're lucky that some of them only use this kind of magical instrument to scare people. If we encounter a combination of the Mechanism Technique, Gu Art, and Curse Technique, it'll be very troublesome … For example, there are a few tombs from the late Yan Han Dynasty. Even now, it's still very difficult to explore. Just the periphery alone has found more than a hundred corpses of tomb robbers from different dynasties …"
"So, we are really lucky this time."
Sun Yuan nodded. He saw that Jin Gong had already pushed open the bronze 'Blood Curse Door'. He waited for a moment and signaled that there was no danger.
Professor Xiang immediately went up and touched the simple patterns on the bronze door. "Treasure, treasure... There are even words. Hmm, this is the ancient Yan Han language. Ever since Yan Han unified the language, all the words in the world have remained the same. This is written — 'Blood Curse... Break... Yellow Springs... Return...'."
"It seems that this tomb owner really trusts his own curses..."
Sun Yuan laughed.
If the other party was an ancient biochemist who played with Gu worms or mercury or other poisons, he might be a little afraid if he used some kind of Gu or Poison Technique.
But curses?
Sorry, this is the world of science!
As a young man who grew up in Cheyenne and a university student who was about to graduate, Sun Yuan held a contemptuous attitude towards all the theories of supernatural powers and gods.
"The air is normal, there are no traps... We can enter the main tomb."
Hu Gong walked over and said. A group of people entered the main tomb with searchlights.
What was surprising was that the air in the main tomb was not turbid. Instead, it felt slightly fresh, as if there was air flowing all the time.
This tomb was not big. There were metal carvings on all four sides. In the center was a huge coffin.
Professor Xiang was not in a hurry to switch it off. Instead, he looked at the wall carvings with interest.
"Normally, the tomb owner would record his great achievements in the form of murals and words to be buried with him..."
Professor Xiang wiped away the dust on the metal wall and looked at the murals carefully. "Eh? This terrain seems to be Xing Mountain... "
When Sun Yuan looked over, he couldn't help but be shocked.
The murals were already somewhat blurred, but the rough lines could still be seen clearly.
The mural that Professor Xiang was looking at was very simple. Two people were fighting in the sky. One of them was beheaded and his corpse fell to the ground, forming Xing Shan!
"This story is very similar to the Tian Xing that person told us!"
Sun Yuan didn't know why, but he felt his heart beating faster.
"Myths and legends?"
Professor Xiang's expression was a little disappointed. "Typical Yan Han's early style, combining all kinds of supernatural legends and myths into one! What a pity … I still wanted to study the true style of Yan Han's early period based on these murals! "
With the addition of Hu Gong and Jin Gong, more murals were cleaned up. Some even had a few lines of ancient text written on the side.
Professor Xiang pushed his glasses up and sighed. "It is indeed an epitaph. According to the tomb owner, he was a cultivator who called himself 'Huang Danzi'. Hmm, he was successful in his cultivation and formed a pill in his body. He was free and unfettered, ruling over a region. Later on, the Seven Bamboo School in the south revolted. He joined the Seven Bamboo School and fought against the army of the Northern Imperial Court here... Later on, one of their great commanders died and his corpse became Xing Shan. The Seven Bamboo School was defeated, and he was scattered among the people, hiding his identity. However, he couldn't live forever after the death of the Jiedi Tian Tong, so he built a tomb for himself before he died... "
"The Seven Bamboo School revolted?" Sun Yuan's eyes lit up. "This ancient sect took up a large part of Yan Han's history. It later split into White Lotus, Red Lantern, and other branches. It even merged with Daoism. There was also the Yellow Sky Society. They were all the gravediggers of the feudal dynasty!"
Of course, he remembered that this history paper was going to be tested on.
"Hmm, excluding the unreasonable parts, we can assume that this Huang Danzi was a leader of a peasant rebellion during the Yan Han period. He once led a huge peasant rebellion during the early stages of the Shenwu Emperor, but it was suppressed... During the early stages of the Shenwu Emperor, the world was indeed in chaos, and there were almost signs of separation. However, countless feudal lords and flood dragons were all leveled by a single sword. History called it the Shenwu Resurgence. Later generations commented that his political and military skills were even better than the founding ancestor Xiang Yu!"
Professor Xiang was slightly excited. "No wonder this tomb is a little strange. It's not in the shape of a noble, but it's a little overbearing... If he really was a general of a rebel army, then perhaps there's a seal or military seal buried in his coffin as proof."
"Then... I'm going to be promoted and rich!"
The worker of gold shouted and spat on his hand.
Sun Yuan looked at this scene and suddenly felt that it was a little funny. It was as if they had traveled back a thousand years and become some tomb robber in history, hoping to find some treasure in the coffin in front of them …
"Open!"
The coffin was only the outermost layer, but it was very heavy.
Hu Gong and the worker of gold worked together and even used some modern equipment to open it.
The few of them stretched their necks to look inside and immediately sucked in a cold breath.
The huge coffin was filled with jade, gold, cloth … In the center was a coffin that seemed to be made of green jade.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of the tomb robbers, they have to dig up the ones before Yan Han. Look, this old man is so particular. Just this green jade coffin alone is better than the Golden Silk Nanmu and the Thousand Year Gloomy Wood! This coffin is also a national treasure! "
The four of them were stunned. After a moment, the worker of gold swallowed his saliva and forced a smile.
"Hmm, it's indeed a national treasure."
Professor Xiang was a true scholar and was not dazzled by the gold and jade. He rolled his eyes slightly. "There's no military seal or seal. It seems like he was buried with him. Continue opening the coffin!"
Sun Yuan followed behind them and looked at the green jade coffin as it was opened. Suddenly, he saw a layer of blood flowing out from the cracks.
The next moment, everything returned to normal, as if what he saw was just an illusion!
'This … As expected, Yan Han's early tomb is so magical!'
'No, I'm a university student. I'm a science student.'
Sun Yuan hurriedly said to himself before looking at the coffin.
After opening the green jade coffin, a skeleton could be seen inside.
"Hiss …"
The sound of people gasping could be heard.
It was Professor Xiang and the worker of gold and Hu Gong. Their eyes were wide open.
They were all archaeologists, so it was normal for them to see skeletons.
However, this skeleton was obviously different from the others! After tens of thousands of years, the skeleton had become as clear as jade, like a piece of art!
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