Volume 2Chapter 27, Untitled

I touched it after I returned and realized that it was the place where the arrow from the lotus arrow had just pierced. The four iron hooks were embedded in my flesh. Although they did not take my life, they still scraped off a few pieces of skin. Now the sweat dripped down and it actually stimulated the itch.

Not only not only that, but the other parts of my body that had been shot also began to itch slightly. However, this itch was still bearable, and I had no time to pay attention to these subtle changes in my body. After rubbing a few times, I continued to study this strange tomb chamber.

I did not understand the structure of ordinary Ming tombs, and I only knew a little about noble tombs. I did not know the difference between the two, so I had to reluctantly match what I saw with what I knew.

According to I think I am now in the left side of the hall, and the hall opposite me is the right side of the hall. The left and right side halls should be symmetrical to each other, and there should be a white marble coffin bed in each hall, with gold bricks (clear slurry bricks) on the surface of the bed. Now there is nothing like this, only a large pool.

This is one of the strange places, the other is the door between the two side halls, which should lead to the rear hall, where the coffin is placed. Why is there a coffin in the side hall now, and it is even in the shape of a basin? You have to know that this kind of basin coffin is from the Warring States period, and there would be none in the Ming Dynasty.

Speaking of the Warring States period, I also think of the bronze fish with snake eyebrows taken out of the palace of the King of Lu. These two places have found this thing, and here there is also a coffin that would only be found in the Warring States period. Is it a coincidence?

For a moment I was so confused that I couldn’t think straight.

At this time, I had already walked around the pool once and returned to the door. The large porcelain jar that I had used as a weapon was lying there. I had a thought and picked it up to look at the porcelain painting on it.

This should should be something from another chamber, but the single pattern does not convey any information. I only see a person in Ming Dynasty clothing standing on a mountain, looking down at a construction site, and there are several people in official clothing next to him. It seems that it is a scene of inspecting the construction site.

I can I can guess from the patterns on these porcelain pieces that the tomb owner must not have been a nobleman, but more likely a craftsman or architect. Only such people would have the ability and knowledge to use such an eccentric design in an ancient tomb.

Other people, even if they had the idea, would not have the ability to build it. There were not many talented craftsmen in the early Ming Dynasty. Judging from the scale of this tomb, it must have been a person of high status who could be counted on. This person not only had the qualifications to build a project as grand as the Ming Palace, but also had to understand feng shui and the art of the bizarre. It wasn’t difficult to guess who this person was.

I only thought about it for a few seconds, and a name popped into my head—Wang Zanghai.

This person can be described as a strange person. His mastery of feng shui can be said to be at the pinnacle of its art. Because of this, he was appointed to directly participate in the design of the entire Ming Palace, and also designed several major Chinese cities. At that time, one of his words even caused several cities to completely disappear in China. I also learned from ancient books that he had a book on feng shui, the content of which was extremely profound, and it could be said to be a glimpse of the heavens. Unfortunately, his descendants only copied a few copies, and the rest have been lost.

Moreover it is said that Shen Wansan’s underwater tomb at the bottom of the Silver Pond in Zhouzhuang was also designed by this person. Such a person, building such a tomb for himself, is more than enough.

I think my guess is very reasonable. Now, as long as I can find a little bit of textual information, I can know whether I am right or wrong. Unfortunately, the owner of this tomb seems to be illiterate and has not left any inscriptions.

At this suddenly, a few gurgling sounds came from the pool. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and I hurriedly used my flashlight to shine on it. I saw that in a corner of the pool, bubbles were beginning to rise, sometimes large and sometimes small, in bursts, without any regularity. It seemed that something was moving in the bottomless water.

I suddenly panicked, immediately picked up his gun and nervously stared at the bubble. Suddenly, a white thing rushed onto the shore, rolled over to the edge of the wall, and gasped for air. I was overjoyed to see that it was Fat Man. He had already taken off his shirt, revealing a big belly that was puffing up there. He saw me while panting, shook his hand, and said, “He-mother, I-almost-choked-to-death.”

I just was about to ask him what had happened when suddenly another person came up out of the water at my feet. I saw that it was the oil bottle that had also come up, also topless, but the black unicorn on his body was nowhere to be seen. He was obviously not as exhausted as the fat man, and just looked up and took a big breath.

I said left, and he let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly sat down, covering his wrist. I saw a black claw mark on his wrist, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The fat man After gasping for a while, he covered his stomach and sighed. I asked them how they got here. He spat a few times and said, “Don’t mention it. Fortunately, you didn’t see it. It scared me to death. Damn, fortunately, there was a hole under the stone slab under the coffin that led here, otherwise we would have died there.”

I was puzzled and asked, “What is so scary?”

The fat guy said to me, “Fuck, I can’t even describe it. In a word, there was something in the belly of the six-linked corpse.”