The bone-piercing cold skin pressed against him, Zhang Qiu shivered from the cold, his eyes were dim, but his thinking was very clear, his soft and cold lips ran along his side face to his neck, like a hibernating snake, slowly In the quiet space, only his own gasp was heard, and the other party didn't make a sound at all...
Not like a person.
The bone-cold snake coiled up, as if it wanted to swallow him into the darkness.
For a moment, he met a pair of bright and indifferent eyes in the darkness.
Zhang Qiu suddenly sat up from the bed, looked around with bewildered eyes, saw a familiar residence, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's this dream again." Zhang Qiu raised his hand to wipe off the beady cold sweat on his forehead, suddenly felt nauseous, and couldn't help but go to the bathroom with bare feet, lying on the toilet and retching.
All lights in the room are turned on.
Zhang Qiu's face was pale, he pinched a sour plum and threw it into his mouth, only then suppressed the discomfort in his stomach.
In just a few seconds, sleepiness made his eyelids droop again. He had clearly just had a nightmare, but within a second he was sleepy again.
Drowsy, nausea, sour taste.
God knows he used to hate eating sour things the most.
Zhang Qiu felt that there was something wrong with him, and moved the sour plum vaguely in his mouth, lying on the bed wrapped in the quilt and thinking for a while, it seemed that he had become like this not long after he came out of that tomb more than a month ago.
more than a month ago.
A summer resort was being built in the Qinling Mountains. When excavating the ground, an ancient tomb was accidentally discovered. The excavator was aimed at the entrance of the tomb, revealing a stone tablet carved with simple and simple writing.
The first batch to enter was the Shanbo archaeological team and his professor. The professor specializes in oracle bone inscriptions and bronze inscriptions, and is well-known in the Shaanxi archaeological circle. He has cooperated with the Shaanxi Bo archaeological team, and immediately took him to see the world, which can be regarded as applying theoretical knowledge to practice.
The tomb has never been stolen, if not for this unintentional excavation, it is unknown how long he would have been buried in the Qinling Mountains. A group of people cautiously entered from the entrance of the tomb. It was obviously a June day, and Zhang Qiu shivered from the cold as soon as he stepped in. Although there was no wind, he could always feel his ears rustling. He followed behind the professor, his expression was tense but excited, his movements were cautious, he didn't dare to say a word, his eyes looked around through the dim light.
This time it was a tomb of a rush repair nature, and the hole was so big, who knows who the owner of the tomb is, and whether the cultural relics inside would be like the terracotta warriors, causing some irreparable destruction due to air circulation.
The tomb is square and very large, one layer after another. The outermost layer of wood is a little yellow. I don't know if it's because of the lighting or the yellow itself. The wood looks very strong and there is no corruption at all.
"It's a five-story coffin." The professor said, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice, "This is a large tomb at the level of a prince."
The leader of the archaeological team answered, ""Gouzi·Li Lun Pian" said, "The coffin of the emperor has ten layers, the princes have five layers, the doctor has three layers, and the scholar has another layer." Looking at the color of the wood, it looks like a cypress tree. I don’t know which dynasty it belongs to.” The light shone on the stone tablet at the top, “Look, Mr. Fang, there is an inscription here, but this word—”
The professor went up to look at the stele, Zhang Qiu followed behind and didn't squeeze in front, he was not qualified to come down, it was for the sake of the professor, now he just needs to be an invisible person.
"This, this word..." The professor's voice was trembling with excitement, and he controlled it for a while before he said, "It looks like it was from the Shang Dynasty, but the traces are somewhat different. Look at these words—"
The pronouncing the words in the professor's throat was vague, and after waiting for a few seconds, the professor finally confirmed it, and he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes, "Gumu Kingdom, it turned out to be Gumu Kingdom!"
Zhang Qiu was taken aback by the professor's appearance. He had been enrolled for almost a semester, and he had never seen a professor with such an expression on his face.
Gumu country
Zhang Qiu was confused, but the archaeologists beside him understood, and the expressions on their faces were exactly the same as the professor's.
Then the archaeological team speeded up the process and began to process layers of coffins. They were eager and curious to know the identity of the owner of this tomb that had been buried for more than three thousand years. The right eyelid on the outermost coffin kept twitching, faster and faster.
"Open! Open!"
"what!"
"Why are there so many corpses?!"
A crowd of people in front screamed and retreated, the lights flickered and went out, Zhang Qiu was pushed by someone, and the whole person took two steps back to the corner of the wall, his hands lost weight for some unknown moment, and he went straight down fell down.
Before the cries for help came out, Zhang Qiu Baji fainted. Before he fainted, he seemed to see a pair of cold and crimson eyes.
When he woke up again, he was lying naked on a super large jade bed, surrounded by oil lamps, brightly shining, looking ghostly, a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body, and he looked down at the large red marks on his chest , and the one between the legs—
Thinking about the content of the dream, Zhang Qiu's face turned blue and red, and before he could gnash his teeth and curse, he heard footsteps and someone calling his name, so he quickly put on a T-shirt and pants.
"Thank God, I found you!" The archaeologists were relieved when they saw that Zhang Qiu was safe, and then they noticed the surroundings.
Zhang Qiu felt a wave of dampness behind him, and guessing what it was, his face immediately turned ugly. Fortunately, the archaeological team who came in later focused their attention on the environment here.
"My God! The lamp oil here is still burning."
"Captain, look at this jade bed..."
Zhang Qiu looked around, but he didn't see the man with crimson pupils before he fainted. He was in a trance, and his shoulders were heavy, which made him tremble in fright. Seeing that it was the professor, he was relieved.
Professor Fang looked worried, "Xiaoqiu, are you okay?"
Zhang Qiu is still troubled by the dream and the traces all over his body, but he can't say it out. He was a man who was fucked by another man in his dream. He still doesn't know if this man is a human or a ghost. No matter what he hears, it's all nonsense. .
I had no choice but to say vaguely: "It's okay, it's just a little cold." Changed the subject, "Professor, why are you here?"
"I found out that you were missing, and the big guys hurried to find you, only to find that there was an agency in the corner of the main tomb, so I came down." The professor said one by one.
It turned out that when the coffin on the fifth floor of the main tomb was dismantled, a green corpse emerged inside, which looked like a glow in the dark. It shocked people and caused some panic. The archaeological team was afraid that the corpse might be poisonous, so they hurriedly asked for support.
If it is really the tomb of the Gumu Kingdom, it is more than 3,000 years ago, the bones are well preserved, and the green light is very strange no matter how you look at it.
After the order was restored above, the professor realized that Zhang Qiu was missing. He searched for clues to find the mechanism, and came down directly, but the delay was five hours.
"Professor Fang has found something." The captain asked the professor.
The professor asked Zhang Qiu to follow him closely, don't lose any more, Zhang Qiu followed behind, walking a bit strangely, as if his legs were crossed, he was embarrassed for a long time, but he was relieved when he found that no one was paying attention to him, and he listened The professor said to the team leader, "I can't understand these words that look like sacrificial offerings."
Only then did Zhang Qiu discover that there were two-meter-long black pillars engraved with inscriptions in each of the nine directions around the jade bed.
"This tomb is really weird everywhere. The main tomb is full of corpses of the people buried with him, but the place below the main tomb is empty—" the captain suddenly remembered that Zhang Qiu had stepped forward, and turned his head to ask: "Little classmate, did you find anything when you fell in?"
Zhang Qiu was still hesitating whether to tell the truth, but before he fainted, he saw a pair of eyes. There should be a man inside, so he heard the person next to him say: "Captain, we have checked carefully, and there is no corpse. There are no funeral objects."
"I was thinking too much. Even if it is more than 3,000 years old, is it possible that I can grow my legs and run by myself?" The captain laughed at himself for thinking too much, and turned his head to concentrate on studying the inscriptions on the pillar.
Zhang Qiu is also confused at this moment, if the eyes are real and the marks on his body are real, then what is it that has fucked him
The lethargic Zhang Qiu didn't sleep well, he dreamed intermittently about what happened more than a month ago, and when he woke up, it was already past eight o'clock.
Bitterness in the mouth, the sour plum core that I ate last night was still in the mouth, and I quickly vomited, and when I brushed my teeth, I retched again, and the vomit was full of sour water. He arrived at the door of the laboratory out of breath, and before he could take a few more breaths, the door opened, and the people inside were taken aback by seeing him like this, "Why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Brother Huating." The other party was the professor's favorite student when he was in Beijing. Zhang Qiu didn't know what he was like now. He obviously slept a lot recently, but it seemed like he didn't get enough sleep. "Maybe I ran too fast, where is the professor?"
Huating poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Zhang Qiu, and said along the way: "The professor has gone to Shanbo, let me tell you to go home and have a good rest, so that you can recover your energy before starting school."
The school was on summer vacation three days ago. Zhang Qiu originally wanted to stay at the school and go with the professor to learn more about the tombs of the princes of the Gumu Kingdom in the Qinling Mountains. The tomb is full of weirdness, and 1,800 green burials were unearthed in the main tomb. The corpse, there is a jade coffin bed with a formation under the main tomb, but there is no tomb owner——Zhang Qiu is now starting to wonder if he sucked something that day and had hallucinations.
It's just that there's something wrong with him throwing up at any time now, and he doesn't force it after thinking about it, so he nods, "Then, Brother Huating, please help me, thank you Professor."
"I know you are curious, I will send you any new progress."
Zhang Qiu smiled embarrassedly, "Then thank you, brother."
He didn't live in the dormitory, but rented a house outside the school, so he simply packed his luggage, and Zhang Qiu went straight to the high-speed railway station to buy a ticket back to Yuncheng.
Three hours later, Zhang Qiu arrived in Yuncheng. When he got out of the car, he was top-heavy and covered in cold sweat. The pale-faced waiter next to him asked a few questions. Zhang Qiu thanked him for his kindness, "No, I have someone to pick me up." Saw his dad.
"dad!"
Zhang Qiu shouted happily, but saw his father coming from a distance, staring at him and frowning, his face became uglier as he got closer, and finally swept his stomach, before Zhang Qiu could ask any questions, his father spoke.
"In your belly—"