The fat man, seemingly lost in thought, slowly said, “So it seems that the kid has been deceiving you all along, and damn it, it really was for your own good.”
“How do you figure that?” I asked.
“The Zhang family is a huge clan. For their own purposes, they’ve altered a lot of historical clues in the world. For example, if there are ancient texts pointing to the royal tomb at the foot of Changbai Mountain, they might replace certain parts of those texts after entering the tomb. Anyone who follows the earlier clues to find this tomb and obtains the ancient texts would take the fabricated evidence from the Zhang family as real history. Damn it, I feel that with their strength, they definitely wouldn’t just dig one pit for me.”
If the silent oil bottle knew that his family had completely tampered with historical clues and set dangerous traps at the ends of those clues, then from his perspective, as long as I entered the mystery, it would be like walking in a dark jungle filled with animal traps.
Based on his experiences living in Tibet, he probably wasn’t informed of the traps that existed when he took over as the clan leader. After thousands of years of conspiracy, which historical clues in this world are true and which are false? Does the oil bottle even know?
If he wants to uncover his own secrets, he would probably have to slowly sift through the many traps set by his own family. Perhaps this is why he keeps going back and forth between various ancient tombs.
I accidentally entered this mystery, and after just a few encounters, I found myself surrounded by zombie-like figures. Could it be that all these places are traps set by them, making everything extremely perilous? — These ancient tombs are all prepared to kill tomb raiders.
“Both of you,” a dwarf named Feng, who hadn’t participated in the discussion, said, “the craftsmen are over here.”
I raised my torch and saw that we had reached the end, where a low stone door appeared. In the stagnant water in front of the stone door lay a pile of human bones.
The state of these bones was quite scattered, but some at the bottom, pressed by those above, retained the positions they were in before death. It was clear that these people had tried to open the stone door but all died before they could get through.
“Do you think they were trying to escape through the stone door, or were they trying to keep whatever was outside from coming in?”
“They wouldn’t have died trying to keep the dead out. Damn, it looks like there was an accident here.”
Dwarf Feng squatted down, picked up a segment of bone, and with a little force, it crumbled to dust. The resulting powder made him cough.