The morning mist on Huashan South Peak was a strange pink. Tang 꿦 was squatting by the Yangtian Pond chewing a meat dumpling. Oil droplets dripped into the water, causing ripples. Qin Feng suddenly grabbed him by the back of the collar: "Don't move!" A corpse wearing a combat suit was floating between the clouds reflected on the water.
"This, this is the tour guide Xiao Liu who disappeared three days ago!" The ranger Lao Zheng's machete fell to the ground with a clang. Su Chen used a branch to open the collar of the corpse, and there was a burnt Q mark on the back of the neck. Tang 꿦's body fell to the bottom of the pond, startling a group of fish - the fish's belly was glowing a strange golden red.
"There's something at the bottom of the pool!" Qin Feng took off his coat and was about to go into the water, but was stopped by Lao Zheng: "No! This pool is connected to the dragon vein. Two years ago, a geologist..." Before he finished speaking, the water in the pool suddenly boiled, and the reflection of the Big Dipper emerged in the blood-colored mist.
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The chain of the Qianchi Chuang was still swinging, and Tang 꿦's trekking pole poked a loose stone step. Qin Feng pried open the bluestone slab, and a moldy oil paper package was stuffed in the interlayer - half a Huashan tourist map from the Republic of China period, marked with "Yunv Peak Hidden Soldiers Cave".
"This ink stain is made of cinnabar mixed with human blood!" Su Chen used a magnifying glass to look closely, and the edge of the drawing was covered with tiny seal characters: "Nine tripods return, dragon raises its head." Tang suddenly pointed at the rock wall: "Look! There is a reflection in this bird's nest!"
Old Zheng used a machete to pick up a bronze bird whistle. The tail of the whistle was engraved with the standard number of the Qin army's arrowhead. The mountain wind swept through the whistle hole, and the whimpering sound could be vaguely heard as the neighing of war horses. In the distance, the sea of clouds was rolling, and a flock of crows were startled in the direction of the Jade Maiden Peak.
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A half-length climbing rope was hanging from the vines hanging from the cave. As soon as Tang pulled the rope, he was drenched in the smelly liquid. "Corpse oil!" Su Chen's flashlight illuminated the top of the cave - dozens of dried corpses were hanging upside down like bats, with faded Q-shaped cloth strips tied around their waists.
Qin Feng counted the arrow holes on the cave wall: "The shooting angle of the Qin Dynasty's three-edged arrows..." The sound of a mechanism suddenly interrupted his words. Tang 꿦 knocked over a stone pillar while running away, revealing nine broken bronze animal heads, with fresh meat scraps hanging from their fangs.
"This is a sacrificial pit!" Lao Zheng's machete got stuck in the pit, "Last year, a group of grave robbers..." The sound of iron chains dragging on the ground came from deep in the hole, and six pairs of green eyeballs lit up in the darkness.
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Three gray wolves approached with bloody fangs bared, and Tang trembled as he waved the torch. Qin Feng suddenly threw the bird whistle into the air, and the shrill sound frightened the wolf leader back. Su Chen took the opportunity to ignite the residual oil in the beast's mouth, and the flames burned along the grooves to create a picture of the Big Dipper burning the sky.
"Follow the line of fire!" Qin Feng pulled up the paralyzed Tang 꿦. The flames outlined an escape route on the cave wall, and at the end of the stone door was engraved "No one allowed in". When Tang 꿦 knocked against the door, he felt a sticky object - half a human skin map with teeth marks.
The stone door burst open, and a chilly wind blew paper money in the air. Sinuo's origami dragon was nailed to the door lintel, its beard stained with fresh blood.
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In the dilapidated Zhenyue Palace, the incomplete statue of Emperor Zhenwu holds a broken sword. When Tang was wiping the altar, the mechanism was triggered, and the floor cracked, revealing a secret room. Nine bronze lamps were arranged in a Bagua formation, and blackened finger bones were soaked in the lamp oil.
"This is the Seven-Star Life-Extending Lantern Array!" Su Chen counted the missing lanterns, "If there are two more, it will be a dead end." Qin Feng turned the incense burner, and a jade ring fell out from the bottom of the burner, with the words "Zhao Zheng" engraved on the inner wall.
Old Zheng suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground, with a red centipede crawling out of his neck. Tang Yu blocked his nose with incense ash: "This is Xiangxi Gushu!" There were footsteps outside the palace gate, and the word Q on the sleeves of seven black-robed men was faintly visible.
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In the mist-shrouded Canglongling, the wooden planks of the cable bridge were artificially loosened. Tang Xiao hugged the stone pillar and howled: "I'm afraid of heights!" Qin Feng suddenly discovered that the vines on the opposite cliff were arranged abnormally - there was actually a hidden poem: "The dragon returns to Huashan, and the tripod stabilizes the world."
Su Chen cut the vines, revealing the stone inscription "Huashan Inscription" covered by moss. "Look at the signature!" Qin Feng's fingers trembled as he touched the seal of "Li Si". Tang Li's trekking pole poked into the secret compartment, and a rusty Qin crossbow rolled out, with half a jade disk stuck in the arrow groove.
As the pursuers approached, Lao Zheng suddenly grabbed the Qin crossbow and shot the iron chain. The black-robed man fell off the cliff in agony, and his pupils turned bloodshot: "The Nine Cauldrons need a living sacrifice..."
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Following the glimmer of the jade disk, I walked into the Black Dragon Pond, where a nine-foot bronze tripod was sunk at the bottom of the pond. Sinuo's white robe shone green in the moonlight, and her blood-red jade was exactly the same as the one on Kunlun Mountain.
"You are too late." She inserted the jade into the ears of the tripod, "Before Xu Fu sailed eastward..." Tang Feng suddenly threw out her meat clips and smashed the mechanism, and the water from the pond poured back into the tripod array. Qin Feng took the opportunity to knock over the main tripod, and black liquid gushed out from the cracks on the tripod, instantly corroding the jade.
Sinuo fell into the deep pool with a crazy smile, and the mist from the splashing water condensed into the Big Dipper. Su Chen picked up the half-broken bronze tripod ear, and on the inside was a miniature map engraved - next to the mark of the First Emperor's Mausoleum at Mount Nishan, a new blood-red word "End" was added.
Some time later, at Huashan Railway Station, Tang was fiddling with the tripod-ear keychain: "Can this thing open Qin Shi Huang's coffin?" Qin Feng suddenly pressed his shoulder - on the "Map of China" in the waiting room, Sinuo's origami dragon was sitting at the "J" bend of the Yellow River.