Book 3: Chapter 57: Finally Have a Clue

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Book 3: Chapter 57: Finally Have a Clue

There was no doubt that these words were secretly carved by a craftsman who recorded what he saw and heard. This craftsman was a Han who had been captured and forced to build this tomb.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

It was a bit like what happened to Wang Zanghai, but Wang Zanghai was more capable. And based on how this craftsmans words were messy and lacked focus, he seemed to be an ordinary person.

I had seen a lot of messages left by craftsmen in many ancient tombs. Some were those just saying they missed their families, some wanted to settle accounts, and some wrote poems. But all of them were engraved in inconspicuous corners next to the tomb owners, left as proof of these ordinary peoples vitality. They were all like us, with blood flowing through their veins and hearts beating in their chests.

When you were in a dangerous ancient tomb, you had to remember that it was also built by people back in the day. They ate steamed buns and drank wine here while also talking about their families and children. Youd start to understand why knowing an ancient tomb was equivalent to knowing a person. If you could see them, then you could solve the traps they had set and also find the escape route they had left for themselves.

There were three more paragraphs of text on the wall, as follows:

The fourth paragraph said: When the atmosphere here changed, something very strange happened. After a long time, the Mongols seemed to go crazy. I think they knew something terrible that we didn't, so they went crazy.

The fifth paragraph said: The Mongols later died. A Tangut person was sent here to become the leader, so we continued to build. I find it strange that the Mongols knew they would die. Why were they so afraid? Is there something more terrible than death here? But the secret is in the innermost part of this tomb. Its said that if you want to see it, you can buy off the Tangut.

The sixth paragraph said: I secretly went to that place to see it. I understand what the Mongols were afraid of now and Im also very afraid. Whoever you are, if you see this record here, you have to repay me. You have to save me. You must save me. I will

When my hands came out of the coffin liquid, they smelled like rot and were slick with oil, which was a little sickening. I couldnt do much now since the oil on my hands meant that I couldnt even hold onto my flashlight, so I wiped my hands on the coffin wall until my palms felt a little more comfortable.

I didnt know what was going on outside, but since Poker-Face locked me in here, I wouldnt go out and cause any trouble. I pressed my ear up against the coffin wall, but it was quiet outside.

Is it over or is the giant corpse still playing chase with them? Poker-Faces skills are getting rusty. He used to only have to do it once, so is he in bad shape today? Ah, maybe its because Fatty and I usually mess around too much and delay his training.

I thought of how that giant corpse's head could rotate and shuddered.

At this time, I suddenly heard a child's laughter come from behind me again. But this sound was especially like laughter.

I immediately looked back and thought to myself, the air hasnt been exhausted yet. But under my flashlights glow, I saw something swimming in the coffin liquid. It left ripples in its wake but then immediately disappeared.

Is it a fish?

I suddenly realized why the giant corpse had vomited into the coffin and cursed in my heart, shit! Was there something in its belly that it spit into the coffin to deal with me?!