Sure enough, when Yeyue went to the middle of the sky, everyone had already fallen asleep, leaving only a few people to watch the night. Bai Liang showed that he was not sophisticated enough. Under such circumstances, he could not fall asleep over and over again. He didn't know that this was the time when he needed to recharge.
In the second half of the night, a gust of night wind blew, and by the way, Bai Liang's happy shout came: "The lake has retreated! The lake has receded!"
When everyone ignited torches and rushed to the lake, before Bai Liang, there was already a huge tidal flat with sparkling water. The huge full moon hung in the night sky, adding a cold atmosphere to the scene before him.
This is a funnel-shaped lake, and there is still a large area of water in the center of the lake, but the huge tidal flat that is exposed is enough to achieve everyone's purpose.
To find the specific location of Yu Ji's tomb, it is necessary to hand it over to two professionals. Wu Da'er inherited the northern faction. In the northern plains, he is more concerned about position and situation. He abides by the craftsmanship of seeking dragons and acupuncture points, and mostly relies on Feng Shui to find tombs. The rugged terrain and numerous hills in the south make it difficult to see the surrounding situation at a glance. In addition, there are a large number of ethnic minority tombs that do not follow the constraints of Feng Shui, so they pay more attention to finding tombs from artificial traces and listening to the voice.
However, the tidal flats in this tomb of Yuji are flat, and the day-to-day scouring of running water has already concealed the traces of artificiality, and there is no exquisite feng shui, which makes people difficult.
In the end, Gu Nanshan said: "Brother Bai, I think you still have some arms in your hand. Those guns should be domestic aid supplies during the Vietnam War."
Bai Amai nodded: "There are also some black gunpowder and regular gunpowder in his hand, which is prepared for this situation, and it will be reduced for ten times."
After speaking, he ordered the Vietnamese to carry the gunpowder.
The traditional domestic tufuzi will not use gunpowder to open the way. Although they will not worry about protecting cultural relics, they still have to leave a bowl of rice for their peers. This is the sustainable development of the industry. But when the old-school people died, they stopped paying attention to these things. They didn't use gunpowder just because they were afraid of being heard.
But right now, there is no need to think about being inaudible. The Vietnamese lifted their trouser legs, wrapped the gunpowder in a tarp, tied one end of a long bamboo pole, pulled out the fuse at the other end, and shot the gunpowder into the mudflat.
There are no rules, just explode indiscriminately, anyway, there is a lot of gunpowder.
Under the moonlight, explosions were heard one after another, and the silt fountains opened and withered, and the air was filled with old methane.
After every wave of bombing, someone went to check the situation. When the seventeenth silt fountain disappeared, a bottomless hole appeared.
That location was already very close to the last lake after the sinking. If it weren't for the sinking of the lake, they wouldn't be able to find the entrance so easily.
Although I don't know why the lake level will decline periodically, it can only be attributed to a special situation that may be a siphon effect. However, according to Bai Liang's speculation, the fluctuation of the lake surface is consistent with the ebb and flow of the sea surface, that is, the rising and falling of the day and the night. They only have half a night to check it out. If the lake water rises again after a long delay and pours it into the tomb of Yu Ji with a large opening, it would be dangerous.
Everyone got ready quickly. The more people, the better. Bring Wu Dayan and Lao Chen. Bai Amai is happy. Gu Nanshan seems to be in his prime of life and may be able to help, but Liu Chengye, Fujian in the eyes of the money. The fat boss, Bai Amai is reluctant to take him.
After streamlining the team, Toon, Liu Chengye and a few Vietnamese remained on it.
Bai Amai, Bai Liang, Gu Nanshan, Lao Chen, Dahan, Wu Dal, and two more savvy Vietnamese stood at the entrance of the tomb of Yu Ji. (End of this chapter)