Chapter 109 The Story Behind the Mural
Below seemed to be a tomb hall, which was very wide, with black stone slabs on the ground. In the middle, there was a four-meter-high pottery sculpture of a majestic general riding a horse, with a broad forehead and a sword at his waist.

On the east and west sides, there are two arched stone doors that are one person tall.

On the north side is a five-meter-high and wide rectangular stone gate.

There are two stone-carved tomb guardian beasts - Pixiu - in front of the stone gate.

"Brothers, we are lucky. The main hall should be below. Let's prepare to go down to the tomb!"

Netizens' scalps felt tingling and goose bumps appeared all over their bodies with excitement.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Don't hesitate, I'll carry it for you if anything happens!"

"I'm giving you a gift, Lao Wang, hurry down."

"It's dark inside and I can't see anything clearly. Remember to bring more lights. I'm afraid I'll miss the scene."

"I always feel like there's something fishy going on inside, and it's chilling even through the screen."

The experts and other archaeologists were trembling with excitement.

General’s Tomb, yes, this must be a general’s tomb!

Wang Chen climbed up the centipede ladder.

Xiao Hui was helping him look after his luggage.

Wang Chen took out a pheasant and a candle from his bag.

This was what he had caught before, just for the purpose of exploring tombs.

"The area under the ancient tomb is sealed. Even if it is opened now, there may be no air. If I am unlucky, I may encounter poisonous gas. This candle and chicken can help me eliminate this danger."

Wang Chen explained and threw the pheasant down.

The pheasant flapped its wings a few times in the air and landed on the ground.

After observing for a while, Wang Chen made sure that the end of the rope tied to the tree was secure, threw the centipede ladder down, lit the candle, and slowly slid down.

"I suddenly realized that Lao Wang is really fucking professional."

"I suspect you are the master of tomb robbery!"

"The host must have watched too many tomb-raiding movies, hahaha."

"It's always better to be careful. Chickens and candles are indeed very useful. Don't ask me why I know this. I just searched for it."

Wang Chen is very careful.

He was now hanging in the empty darkness, the light from the lamp above his head and the candle in his hand seemed dim in the darkness.

The candle flickers.

This proves that the air in the ancient tomb is very thin.

Continue to fall.

Wang Chen felt that this ancient tomb was really deep!

It rained for ten minutes, and the sound of footsteps hitting the ground echoed in the ancient tomb.

Walking on dusty black stone slabs.

The first feeling was stuffy, cold and the air was filled with a mixture of damp, rotten, earthy and other smells.

Wang Chen took out a super bright flashlight from his backpack and stood there looking around.

Netizens in the live broadcast room held their breath.

The pheasants were running around clucking.

Wang Chen whispered: "Where I am now should be the main hall."

talking.

He moved cautiously and came to the entrance of the tomb at the back.

Through the gap, there are stairs outside, and below hundreds of stairs is the first tomb door that Wang Chen saw underwater before.

And underwater, there are many anacondas swimming.

Wang Chen suspected that when the tomb was built, some passages were specially left for these anacondas.

It is used to guard the tomb door.

Wang Chen slowly walked around the tomb hall.

He is sure now.

The owner of this tomb was definitely not an ordinary nobleman, he should be at the level of a king, and also a general of some importance.

"Activate veteran treasure hunter tips."

As the golden light swept across.

More than thirty golden lights lit up in the ancient tomb.

Wang Chen came to a prompt point.

This is a three-meter-long mural with many figures depicted fighting.

[Mural, Warring States Period, story engraved: Wang Ben became famous in Daliang in one battle, killing 540 enemies. Value: million]

"Wang Ben??"

Wang Chen looked surprised. As far as he knew.

Wang Ben was the son of Wang Jian, a famous general of the Qin State. He was cruel by nature and had made outstanding military achievements in history. He had flooded Daliang and defeated Qi State. He played a vital role in the battle of Qin State to unify the six kingdoms.

What he is most famous for is the torture and murder of Princess Liyang.

Wang Chen had seen this plot in a TV series when he was a child.

"What's painted on it?"

"Old Wang, please tell me something. I'm so anxious."

"The host is not an expert in history. He knows nothing if you ask him."

"Don't even mention the history masters. Even if you gather all the history researchers from all over the country together, you won't be able to come up with any results in three days and three nights."

"Fuck, is it that difficult?"

Of course, there are also many historians in the live broadcast room.

They also looked confused.

I can't understand it at all.

If you want to analyze the story expressed in murals like this one, you must first know the protagonist of the ancient tomb, and then look through layers of history books to check and verify them one by one.

Wang Chen glanced at the comments in the live broadcast room.

Fortunately, he has the black technology, otherwise, let alone this closed ancient tomb, there would be no signal even in the mountains.

He did not hide anything and explained: "According to my guess, the protagonist in the mural should be a general who fought for his country and killed the enemy. This must be the battle that made him famous."

The historians in the live broadcast room looked at each other in amazement.

Is that what you mean?
What you said seems to be right, but why the hell don’t I understand! ?
"After hearing what Lao Wang said, it does seem like that."

“Does the anchor know too much?”

"What's the big deal? Lao Wang knows everything. I'm not surprised."

Old fans are not surprised.

Anyway, Lao Wang knows everything. If you don’t understand, just ask him and he will definitely give you the answer.

Wang Chen came to the next prompt point,

This is a corner next to the mural.

There are several skeletal bodies below.

Seeing the corpse again, Wang Chen was not surprised at all.

He squatted down to check.

The clothes on the bones have rotted away, and appear to be from the Warring States Period.

The bones are intact and there are no injuries.

Wang Chen thought for a while and said, "Brothers, judging from the clothing of these corpses and the weathering time of their bones, they should be the craftsmen who built the mausoleum. There are no wounds on the corpses, so they are most likely starved to death here."

He had some doubts in his heart.

The ancient craftsmen were certainly not stupid, so they couldn’t leave themselves a way out?
Or is there something else going on?

at this time.

The phone rang again.

It’s Gao Yuchao.

Wang Chen was speechless. Why were there so many things happening at this critical moment?

"Hello? Director Gao."

"Xiao Chen, I'm Lin Hongtao."

"What's the matter, Mr. Lin?"

Wang Chen knew Lin Hongtao, and the other party had added him on WeChat, but apart from sending him some live broadcast learning documents, the two of them didn't talk about anything.

Lin Hongtao said helplessly: "It's like this, the director of the National Museum in Beijing called me and said he wanted to talk to you."

Director of the National Museum?
Wang Chen thought for a moment and said, "Then Mr. Lin, give him my phone number."

"Okay, be careful. If you need anything, just let me know. The company will always support you."

Hang up the phone.

Hou Shengping, director of the National Museum, called immediately.

An old and steady voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Mr. Wang, my name is Hou Shengping, I am the director of the National Museum and also the vice chairman of the Chinese Archaeological Association..."

Wang Chen interrupted directly, "Director Hou, please tell me what you want to say."

Hou Shengping rushed up in anger.

He said in a cold and tough voice: "What I want to tell you is that I hope you can put the overall situation first and leave this ancient tomb immediately. You are not a professional. If you continue like this, you may destroy precious historical relics!"

"Some cultural relics cannot be reproduced. If you rashly open them and destroy them, the cost will be unbearable!"

(End of this chapter)