There was no doubt that these words were secretly carved by a craftsman who recorded what he saw and heard. This craftsman was a Han who had been captured and forced to build this tomb.
It was a bit like what happened to Wang Zanghai, but Wang Zanghai was more capable. And based on how this craftsmans words were ssy and lacked focus, he seed to be an ordinary person.
I had seen a lot of ssages left by craftsn in many ancient tombs. So were those just saying they missed their families, so wanted to settle accounts, and so wrote poems. But all of them were engraved in inconspicuous corners next to the tomb owners, left as proof of these ordinary peoples vitality. They were all like us, with blood flowing through their veins and hearts beating in their chests.
When you were in a dangerous ancient tomb, you had to rember that it was also built by people back in the day. They ate stead buns and drank wine here while also talking about their families and children. Youd start to understand why knowing an ancient tomb was equivalent to knowing a person. If you could see them, then you could solve the traps they had set and also find the escape route they had left for themselves.
There were three more paragraphs of text on the wall, as follows:
The fourth paragraph said: When the atmosphere here changed, sothing very strange happened. After a long ti, the Mongols seed to go crazy. I think they knew sothing terrible that we didn't, so they went crazy.
The fifth paragraph said: The Mongols later died. A Tangut person was sent here to beco the leader, so we continued to build. I find it strange that the Mongols knew they would die. Why were they so afraid? Is there sothing more terrible than death here? But the secret is in the innermost part of this tomb. Its said that if you want to see it, you can buy off the Tangut.
The sixth paragraph said: I secretly went to that place to see it. I understand what the Mongols were afraid of now and Im also very afraid. Whoever you are, if you see this record here, you have to repay . You have to save . You must save . I will
The rest was cut off.
This last bit of text was very strange. It seed to be addressed to this persons contemporaries, but all the craftsn who built tombs should have known that their contemporaries at the ti werent allowed to enter the tombs. I didnt think this craftsman was a particularly smart person. Or he was scared senseless at that ti.
I carefully examined the stone children and found that the air inside the sackcloth bags had been pushed out after the stone children pressed the Wanshi at down into the coffin liquid. It appeared this was the cause of the childrens laughter I had heard just now. I didnt know if there was anything strange in the coffin liquid, so I reached my hand down and felt around. I touched a lot of hair and at scraps (all of which had been vomited by the giant corpse just now) but didn't feel anything else.
I sighed and looked at the engravings again; the descriptions were giving a bad feeling. These words werent carved at the sa ti, but were carved bit by bit in batches. And the fonts were different, which showed that this guy investigated a little bit and then recorded it here.
Moreover, that last sentence gave the sense that he wasnt unable to write what he saw directly, but that he was just unwillinghe wanted to make a deal first. He wanted to be saved before he revealed what the secret was.
That was troubleso, because based on the current situation, he must have died and was probably even among the pieces of rotten flesh in this coffin liquid. It was definitely impossible for a transaction to proceed.
But I was thankful that I was able to find such clues. If it had been in Mongolian again, I could only beat myself to death in this coffin. If that happened, at least my body would already be interred.
But who was this guy? I found it very interesting since this person seed kind of similar to . But feeling sympathy for a cunning craftsman from a thousand years ago I couldnt help but think that it was fate.
I was certain that there were a lot of clues outside, because he said that if there were any statues with strange eyes, then he was the one who had carved them. And just like in this coffin, there were hidden clues where the statues were looking. That seed to indicate that this matter wasnt over, but I had to get out of this coffin first.
When my hands ca out of the coffin liquid, they slled like rot and were slick with oil, which was a little sickening. I couldnt do much now since the oil on my hands ant that I couldnt even hold onto my flashlight, so I wiped my hands on the coffin wall until my palms felt a little more comfortable.
I didnt know what was going on outside, but since Poker-Face locked in here, I wouldnt go out and cause any trouble. I pressed my ear up against the coffin wall, but it was quiet outside.
Is it over or is the giant corpse still playing chase with them? Poker-Faces skills are getting rusty. He used to only have to do it once, so is he in bad shape today? Ah, maybe its because Fatty and I usually ss around too much and delay his training.
I thought of how that giant corpse's head could rotate and shuddered.
At this ti, I suddenly heard a child's laughter co from behind again. But this sound was especially like laughter.
I imdiately looked back and thought to myself, the air hasnt been exhausted yet. But under my flashlights glow, I saw sothing swimming in the coffin liquid. It left ripples in its wake but then imdiately disappeared.
Is it a fish?
I suddenly realized why the giant corpse had vomited into the coffin and cursed in my heart, shit! Was there sothing in its belly that it spit into the coffin to deal with ?!
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