Chapter 22: Down the Well (Part 2)
There was dead silence in the dry well.
His breathing became heavier. Everyone couldn't believe it, and Xiao Qi, who was standing at the door, felt like he was listening to a foreign language. How come... is this the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor?
And this disbelief is accompanied by a kind of awe of the unknown, and a fiery anticipation for the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor - the first tomb in the history! Current science cannot open the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, but once they can find a way... the value of this will be incomparable to exploration!
They are most likely fighting against the greatest emperor of all time two thousand years ago, as well as the entire design team that built his tomb, including skilled craftsmen, Feng Shui masters, and eccentrics!
"Besides, there are too many mysteries in the history of the First Emperor's Mausoleum." Jiang Xian turned around and walked outside: "This is a serious matter, let's go out first. The mercury keeps flowing down, it's not safe."
Just as he turned around, there was a loud bang and a huge dragon-breaking stone suddenly fell, completely blocking the way forward!
"What's going on?" "How could this happen?" "Xiao Qi, did something happen to you?"
Suddenly, several exclamations rang out from the bottom of the well. Xiao Qi at the door was stunned. He raised his head and looked at everyone in astonishment, and said in a trembling voice: "No... I, I didn't move anything..."
Now is not the time to look for responsibility... All eyes turned to Jiang Xian. Since he had gathered the people on Shanhaidao, he had the obligation to lead the team. He also had the obligation to bring everyone out safely.
"The Eye of Yama has been activated. The mechanism of the entire tomb has been activated. Although we are in front of the door, there are also mechanisms here!" Jiang Xian said quickly, his eyes quickly swept across the whole place, and he shouted without reservation: "Release the rope!"
There was naturally someone at the wellhead. Hearing his voice, he was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds he asked suspiciously, "Captain Chu?"
"I fucking told you to let go of the rope! Quickly! Are you fucking deaf!!" Chu Ziyi shouted anxiously.
Although I don't know what the mechanism is, if I were facing the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor, I would have to judge it as extremely dangerous.
There was a panic above. At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Take... me away..."
Then there was a burst of violent coughing.
Anyone?
Everyone was stunned.
A secluded village, horrible plants under a dry well, deformed villagers... How could there be people alive in this situation? And they didn't even notice it?
"Who?" The Eight-Armed Arhat suddenly turned around, looking around with wide eyes: "Come out and talk."
“Ahem…” the voice seemed to have used up all its strength: “I… am here… take me away!”
Jiang Xian rushed over and suddenly found that there were too many tree roots piled up in a corner of the wall. He had only glanced at this place before, but he didn't expect that this place was hollow!
There was actually a living person trapped among the tree roots!
Through the gaps between the tree roots, he couldn't see clearly, but he could see that it was an old man. He was very thin, almost skinny. His hair was disheveled. His clothes were shredded. There was a faint flash of fear and pleading in his eyes - Jiang Xian couldn't even tell if he was a deformed person.
As if knowing what he was thinking, the old man said hoarsely: "I... am from this... village..."
" The only person...who is not deformed...save me!!"
He shouted the last three words with all his might. Jiang Xian immediately nodded to the side. Hong Si Niang stretched out her fair hand and grabbed it suddenly, with veins on the back of her hand exposed. With a loud clattering sound, the tree root was pulled down abruptly!
"Woo... woo woo woo..." Seeing the scene outside, the old man seemed to try hard to stand up, but he couldn't stand up at all. He greedily lay down, crawling on the ground crying, and finally, he burst into tears.
"Wuwuwu...Ah ...
"Hold on to me!" He carried the old man on his back. The rope had already been lowered from the wellhead. He grabbed it and pulled hard, and the two of them slowly ascended.
"Go! Go!" The long-lost freedom seemed to restore some of the old man's vitality. He pointed tremblingly at the bottom: "This is... the black mandala alien..."
Black Mandragora... Jiang Xian frowned, this name sounded familiar.
"It's a foreign death flower..." The old man tightly grasped Jiang Xian's clothes. Jiang Xian could even feel his body trembling: "There is a sulfur mine... Black mandragora takes root on it, and its body... is full of sulfur..."
His voice was very low, but it did not affect the hearing of the many masters present. When everyone heard it, they instantly felt the hair on their backs stand up.
The black mandala is filled with sulfur, and mercury flows out of the dragon's mouth... just a little spark and a big explosion will follow!
The explosion didn’t kill anyone?
This is not terrible. What is terrible is that sulfur, mercury, and high temperature produce...
Arsenic and frost!
And the toxic air!
No matter who it is, they will be suffocated to death here!
"Down here..." The old man took a breath and looked down with lingering fear: "There is a fire..."
"It's... called the Ever-Bright Lamp..."
"I've seen it in a book... It's also called... Ahem... It's also called, Yama's Eye..."
Everyone looked down at their feet in horror. After a few seconds, Ling Xiaozi took a breath and said, "Fortunately...Fortunately..."
Fortunately, they were ancient people and did not know the horror of mercury.
In his mind, he had already completed some scenes of the whole story: This should be an entrance to the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. The mausoleum keeper was guarding here. Once anyone stepped into this place, the eyes of Yama would light up, and then a series of killing moves with fire and poison would follow.
However, the ancients knew the toxicity of mercury, the extraction of arsenic and frost, and that soil could isolate mercury. But they did not know that mercury plus sulfur could affect the surrounding ecosystem!
Therefore, the tomb keepers may have changed after several generations. Over the generations, they gradually lost their minds and their bodies were no longer human. They could not remember the original purpose, so they built this well here.
In their subconscious, they may only vaguely remember that "this place is very important", but they don't know how important it is. This is why they kneel down and worship the dry well every night. This is also their only way to survive.
"Jiang, hurry up!" After figuring this out, Ling Xiaozi couldn't help but roar at the wellhead: "Tell them to have more people to pull it out!"
Jiang Xian had no time to talk to the other party at this time. The speed of pulling was not slow, but it was a matter of life and death, and it didn't feel fast enough. Just when he was finally pulled out of the well, he looked at the people around him with red eyes: "Where are the people?!"
“You said you wanted to get a rope, but you only got one?! Keep bringing it over… Shit, it’s too late!” He threw the old man to the person next to him: “Take good care of him! Don’t let him leave your side!”
Then he took off his clothes without hesitation and shouted to the other exploration team members: "What are you looking at? Take it off!"
"And you! Keep pulling!"
He quickly tied a few camouflage uniforms into a knot and threw them into the well without hesitation. At this moment, the whole village suddenly trembled.
It was like an earthquake. The ground shook slightly. Jiang Xian felt a chill in his heart, and his adrenaline surged. He knew that the "lighter" below had started to work.
Two thousand years have passed, and the burning time may not be that fast... The remaining time must be calculated in seconds!
At the same time, he felt the rope made of his clothes sink, and he immediately pulled it up with all his might without even having time to say a word.
Karala... Fortunately, this is camouflage. Other clothes would have torn long ago. But even if it is military camouflage, the clothes are still torn straight. Jiang Xian gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and his muscles bulged. He roared through his teeth: "Help... help!!"
Almost at the same time, several other hands also pulled up the camouflage, and at the same time, someone in the back was quickly lengthening the rope of the clothes. Immediately, someone grabbed the lengthened part and pulled it up desperately.
Click, click... the sound of a second hand seemed to echo in the air. Jiang Xian stared at the rope intently. At this moment, he couldn't even hear any sound. All his attention was on the dark wellhead.
Soon, the second camouflage rope, the third... all were lowered. Beside the wellhead, four teams pulled with all their might as if they were playing tug-of-war.
boom--!!!
A dull bang suddenly came from below the village, and in the entire village, the small stones on the ground rose an inch into the air!
The death knell sounded... Jiang Xian's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Gas mask!"
"Take out all the gas masks! Put them on everyone's faces! Quick! Quick!"
However, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. At this time, the doors of the houses in the village opened.
The villagers could no longer hide... The less intelligent they were, the simpler they were. They simply knew that they could not avoid the natural disaster. They walked out one by one, looking around blankly, and finally... landed beside their "holy place" - the dry well.
"Fuck!" Jiang Xian almost spat out a mouthful of blood when the villagers looked over. With red eyes, he shouted, "Five more people! Bring guns! Stop them!!"
One hand had already reached the edge of the well. Ling Xiaozi climbed out covered in dust and dirt. As soon as he came out, he called out, "Wulian Tianzun..."
Kakaka...boom!
A loud bang swallowed up all his next words. Jiang Xian instinctively looked back and saw that the whole village was covered with cracks, spreading rapidly towards the well!
These cracks rapidly expanded, and with the naked eye they became cracks, with pieces of yellow earth sliding down. Then... a wave of fire burst out!
Swish! In an instant, the fire wave rushed to a height of several meters. When it came into contact with oxygen, it instantly rushed to a height of more than ten meters!
As if Zhu Rong had descended from the earth, the waves of fire followed the cracks and spread wildly throughout the village. Immediately afterwards, there were several loud bangs, and this village... was on the eve of collapse.
That's too late……
Jiang Xian pulled up Chu Ziyi who had climbed up, and looked at Hong Si Niang and the Eight-Armed Arhat below, feeling caught in a dilemma.
"Hand!!" Hong Si Niang suddenly shouted. Jiang Xian instinctively stretched out his hand. At the same time, Hong Si Niang reached behind her waist and an old-fashioned pipe came out. The mouthpiece was a dragon head with a crook, and it hung steadily in Jiang Xian's hand.
"Fuck!" Jiang Xian cursed, and his whole body sank suddenly. The weight of two people hung on his arms. His hand muscles suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Up and down, life and death are connected through the wellhead, as if heaven and hell are looking at each other from a distance.
The next second, Hong Si Niang took a deep breath, and her whole body suddenly swelled up. The weight hanging on Jiang Xian's arm almost disappeared completely. Holding the pipe, she hung upside down, stretched and bent her legs, and actually hung on the edge of the dry well.
Jiang Xian didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately looked at the eight-armed arhat below. At the same time, a white light flashed and shot down accurately from the angle where Hong Si Niang had just been pulled up. Like a spiritual snake, it firmly wrapped around Hong Si Niang's arm.
That is Ling Xiaozi’s whisk.
The pressure on Jiang Xian's hands suddenly eased, and he used all his strength to shout, "Get up!!"
Both sides exerted their strength and managed to lift up the 160-pound Hong Si Niang!
At the moment when the opponent's body appeared at the well mouth, Jiang Xian had already seen that the opponent's feet were full of flames. The fierce fire burned the flesh, but the opponent could hold back without making a sound.
boom--!!
There was no time to celebrate for surviving the disaster. A blazing flame, accompanied by a white wave of air, broke through the dry well and rushed out of the well mouth like a demon out of a cage!
The entire village was already engulfed in a turbid white mist. From cracks after cracks, flames and white mist shot up into the sky, almost engulfing the entire village!
