"Xianbei people? Whether it is the Xiangu Temple, or this tree 'hole' and golden boy 'hole', aren't they all built by Xianbei people? Why did Xianbei people also like to fight back at that time? Na asked in surprise.

"That brother, don't talk nonsense, you can't talk casually in the ancient epitaph, you have to respect the dead, what tomb robbery is not tomb robbery? Don't know the taboo? The ancient ethnic minorities in our country have always hated the people who 'touched' the gold and fought backwards, and they were punished with capital punishment if they were caught. ”

Chang Xiaoman said: "But no matter what nationality the tomb is, there can only be one tomb owner in the tomb, this is taboo, unless the tomb owner of this golden boy's 'hole' is him?" Isn't that logical? He doesn't look like a child, does he? ”

Ma Chengfeng cautiously approached, and picked the hat on the dead man's head with the blade of the short knife, and under the hat was indeed a miserable white skull.

"It's not a tomb robber, you look at his sitting posture, he sits peacefully, and there are no external injuries on his body, he didn't suffer before he died, he probably sat and died here voluntarily."

"Cheng Feng, are you really joking? Is there anyone in the world who voluntarily sits and dies in someone else's grave? ”

Ma Chengfeng said: "Okay, let's not worry about a dead person, why is it people's right to die?" Let's take care of ourselves first, and find out if there are any other mechanisms in the tomb. ”

Although the area of this stone chamber is not small, there are no other furnishings on the wall of the 'hole' except for the naturally formed convex and concave stone flutes, and there is not even a bright vessel, so it can be seen that this is not a tomb at all, or rather, it is tightly one of the suspicious graves of this golden boy's 'hole', and the copper plate mechanism in front of the stone 'hole' is only to attract the attention of tomb robbers, pretending to be a 'mystery' obstacle.

"You also said that this is not a tomb robber, not a tomb robber, how did he get in? How do you know the opening method of the Nine Deaths and One Life Copper Plate? "Then ask him.

Ma Chengfeng said that in some ancient tombs, it is common to see dead bodies of the same era as the tomb owner. Because the royal tomb of the nobles is huge, there must be a lot of craftsmen needed, but no one is willing to expose the exact location of their ancient tombs, so the owner of the tomb has ordered before he dies that all the craftsmen who built the mausoleum for themselves will be buried together.

Of course, experienced craftsmen will make a spare 'hole' in advance, and they all know that there will be such a hand. Wait for the broken dragon stone to fall, and you will escape. Ma Chengfeng guessed that this person must be the craftsman who built this golden boy's 'hole' in the first place.

Chang Xiaoman looked around the corpse and said, "But it's not right, since he is a craftsman, why don't you see a chisel and shovel next to his corpse?" ”

She was bolder than ordinary girls, and when she saw that the dead body had rotted into a white skeleton, she reached over and 'touched' the inside of the corpse's clothes. Although the corpse was not the craftsman who built the tomb, there seemed to be something hidden in his robe. 'Touch' feels a little thick.

"Cheng Feng, there is something in his arms?" Chang Xiaoman was overjoyed and took out a parchment booklet from the arms of the dead body.

Thousands of years ago, neither the ethnic minorities nor the Han people in the interior had any paper available, and the Han people used bamboo slips or silk for writing, and most of the Hu people of the ethnic minority used sheepskin.

This parchment scroll is a total of seven or eight sheets, at first everyone was worried that the fallen master wrote on it is Hu Wen that everyone could not understand, open a look, maybe people have foresight, at that time the ideological consciousness is very high, know the trend of national harmony. Therefore, I didn't use my own language, and just switched to painting.

"I like to draw, show me." Hu Xiaoli reached out and grabbed the parchment roll, holding a flashlight and watching curiously.

Everyone gathered around, but in fact, they didn't report much hope, and they could really count on this dead body to show them the way out? If there is really a way out, he himself doesn't have to sit and die in a stone 'hole', right?

But when you look around, the picture on this parchment roll is a bit confusing. You must know that the one who died, as Ma Ya guessed, was an ancient Xianbei person, and the Xianbei people were nomads in northern China, and the development of national culture was not as good as that of the Han people in the mainland. We Han people pay attention to poetry and songs, how can people have such leisure and elegance? If you don't go out hunting for a day, the whole family will starve and learn to paint?

The pattern on the parchment scroll was left behind by the old man who bit his finger in a hurry, and his painting was clumsy, like a stick figure drawn by a child of three or four years old, and he could only vaguely identify which one was a person, and the person had arms and 'legs', and the others could not be understood.

This is not to say that people's painting skills are clumsy, in fact, it is related to people's aesthetics, and the appreciation level of the ancients is definitely different from that of modern people. Ma Chengfeng: They are all young people in the new era who have received modern education, and they really don't know how to appreciate the art of that era when they look at this parchment scroll from thousands of years ago.

"This ...... This is...... Does it mean that all his people fell ill with the plague, you see? Many people fell to the ground. Hu Xiaoli acted as a translator for everyone.

"I'm ...... Little fox, a group of us didn't understand it, how did you understand it? ”

"Isn't that what it means? Are you stupid? "Hu Xiaoci is simple-minded, don't look at it as a fox fairy illusion, but her way of thinking is not the same as that of humans, it is relatively straight, so what ordinary people can't see through is better understood by her.

"Okay, I'll believe it...... Artist, you continue to translate, what about the next one? Ma Chengfeng patted her brain 'door' encouragingly, and Chang Xiaoman quickly opened his hand and glared fiercely.

"The little fox has grown up, don't always do it, it's a girl, do you have such a cousin?"

Hu Xiaoci flipped to the second piece of the parchment scroll, pointed to the simple and unsimple painting on the top and said, the leader of their tribe sent him to find an old fairy, you see, this is the mountain forest, there is a fog in the mountain forest, and there seems to be a pair of eyes in the mist, indicating that this old fairy is also good and evil, and it may be the hateful yellow skin.

Ma Chengfeng glanced back at the little girl, this girl had been listening carefully to Hu Xiaoli's explanation beside her, and her face turned white with fright when she listened to it, because this happened to be very similar to the legend of the Xiangu Temple in the Xing'an Mountains. If nothing else, the Xianbei tribe sent a general, who found Huang Xiangu in the Xing'an Mountains, and in exchange, the general promised to sacrifice Huang Xiangu to her as long as he could help them disperse the plague.

Sure enough, the third and fourth parchment scrolls are filled with this story.

In fact, there is no difference in this black joke, the common people in the Xing'an Mountains only remember part of the story, naturally, the ordinary people are mountain people, there is no culture, day by day except hunting is to sit together while 'smoking' cigarettes while telling black jokes to scare children to play.