Fatso is also a man, being bitten like this and not making a sound, we didn't bring any bandages or hemostatic medicine. Cha Wenbin burned some incense on the spot, collected a small handful of ash and pressed it onto Fatso's wound. That one move made Fatso so painful that his mouth was about to twist over, then he tore off some cloth strips from his clothes and tied them up, barely managing to stop the bleeding.

  "What bit you?"

  Chubby didn't see clearly either, anyway he just knew he was bitten: "I don't know, anyway I reckon if it's one or two more beats slower, my family will be extinct."

  "There's probably a fish in this water." Cha Wenbin looked at the narrow river ditch and said, "Let's try once."

  He had a small cloth bag on his body, and in the bag was a row of silver needles. Taoist priests have always understood traditional Chinese medicine, and Zhang Wenbin also learned from Ma Suifeng. He heated the silver needles over the fire, bent them into a fishhook shape after they turned red, then took some thread from his clothes, broke off a piece of the remaining pancake, hung it on the hook and threw it into the water.

  After about half a minute, the water was still calm and quiet. The fat man, who had been injured, said with his mouth still open: "It only eats meat, not noodles, or else I'll cut off another piece from my leg?"

  "Alright, I'll go!"

  "Hush..." Zhang Wenbin said in a low voice: "There's a reaction." He saw his hand suddenly lift up, but the fish didn't come up, and the line was broken clean.

  But that was enough, because the thing had been pulled out of the water, a fish as big as a palm, which Zhang Wenbin saw clearly.

  "Piranha?" I've heard of this fish's name, it's said that if a cow falls into the water and is attacked by this fish, in just one minute only a skeleton will be left.

  Fatso, holding the golden hairpin, said: "The water below is full of treasures, that woman should have thought of it too. Using this method to prevent grave robbery, I've heard of it for the first time. Let me go back and get some fish gallbladder oil, and in a minute, I'll wipe them all out!"

  "It's all right, what about Yu Tengjing? Whether we can get out or not is another matter now."

  Cha Wenbin said: "I guess it's because the fat man was stabbed in the foot, and the fish smelled the blood and came, but I think we might have found a way out."

  "Where?" we asked in unison.

  "Water!" Cha Wenbin analyzed: "If I were the tomb owner here, I would definitely design it this way. The water here is diverted from that hidden river outside. Fatso found burial objects and coffins in the water, proving that someone was indeed buried here back then. We've searched everywhere, just this small area. The only thing beyond our line of sight is the water, and the most likely possibility is right there. Actually, if we can think of a way to block the source of the water, then this anti-theft water ditch will naturally lose its purpose."

  "Ah, come on, Master Zhang," said the fatty, shaking his head repeatedly. "This... we're not the reincarnation of Da Yu, you know. Asking us to control the flood is just too much..."

  "I think Cha Wenbin's approach is worth a try: 'How do we know if we don't try? The entrance to the river is only about two meters wide, and didn't we bring shovels with us?'"

  "Little Xia Ye, there are all stones here, no mud for you to shovel. Once you block this hidden river, we'll either starve or freeze to death."

  Cha Wenbin asked Pangzi: "A two-meter-wide river can't be blocked, what about a half-meter-wide one?"

  "It's worth a try."

  "That's easy, I've seen it before. The waterways here are dug according to the rivers on the Chinese mainland. So, following the two rivers on the map of China, they both ultimately flow into the eastern sea. Generally speaking, if our country is to be revered, the first choice must be the Yellow River. Let's find the Yellow River here and then find its estuary. If I were the tomb owner, I would definitely design it this way!"

  "Then where is his coffin?"

  Zha Wenbin said: "I'm thinking of one thing, what was Zhou Ziyuan doing when he came here back then? Peach Blossom Spring? I don't think so. The designer of his ancestral hall is no ordinary person. At least 10% of it has the same design as this tomb. Let's assume that's true, then what was Zhou Ziyuan's biggest task when he was sent here?"

  "Are you saying he was sent to guard the tomb?"

  "It's highly likely that you think the hundreds of coffins placed in the Zhou family ancestral hall are all respectable and dignified individuals, but after they die and are sent into the hall, there is only one outcome: being trapped inside forever, unable to reincarnate.

  Cha Wenbin continued, "I've had doubts for a long time. The fact that the ancestral hall itself is a mysterious and hidden place is already problematic. Which generation of descendants wouldn't hope for their ancestors to be liberated as soon as possible? Why would they send their own ancestors into the hall to be trapped? There's only one reason: nobody knows the true nature of that ancestral hall!"

  "That Zhou Ziyuan is really despicable, creating something that traps everyone inside with him."

  "I suspect Zhou Ziyuan was also set up by someone, he's a first-rank official in the imperial court and a civil servant, his loyalty is definitely not to be questioned. Sending him to guard this tomb, the status of the tomb owner can be imagined. Moreover, the designer of this tomb considered it for a long time, fatty, what was the highest-level tomb you did in Xi'an?"

  "That year I returned from Northeast, I really had no way out, after causing trouble at home and running to Xi'an to join the Liu San Ye's door as the lowest person. The highest level I've ever been to was that winter, it's said to be a Tang Dynasty general's tomb, third rank, the things inside were packed into three large bamboo baskets."

  "What if you were to find a royal relative, or even an emperor's tomb?"

  Fatso rolled up his sleeves and said, "Need you ask? Wait a minute, Old Zhang, are you saying that there's an emperor buried here?"

  "When Cha Wenbin said this, even I was shocked: 'The one who can make a first-rank official guard the tomb is not necessarily an emperor, but at least an empress dowager!'"

  "No matter who he is, Zhou Ziyuan's epitaph records that he was an official of the Song Dynasty and moved from Northern Song to Southern Song. At that time, the capital of Southern Song was in Lin'an, but Northern Song was in Kaifeng. Our ancestors were particular about returning to their roots, if it were me, I would definitely place the coffin in Kaifeng, which is exactly where it should be." Cha Wenbin pointed to a nearby river bend: "Kaifeng is next to the Yellow River, and being buried there would be the most reasonable thing."

  "But there are fish underwater..." The fat man had obviously learned a lesson from the strange fish's power. Indeed, the situation underwater was unclear, and even if Zhang Wenbin calculated that there was a coffin of a Southern Song emperor down there, they might not be able to retrieve it.

  "Grab the time, the volume of the coffin should be very large, if we fill the position of the coffin with stones, we can greatly shorten the amount of work. The rocks here are mostly limestone, and if we try our best, maybe it will work."

  Fatso struggled to get up and said: "Let me handle this, I'll dig, you two move the stones."

  I said with some concern: "Are you okay?"

  "It's better than being stuck here to death!" Fatso said, limping and staggering towards the stone wall on the side, while Zha Wenbin went to his estimated location and threw small stones into the water to determine their position.

  Constantly throwing big and small stones into the water, I really feel that we have a bit of Yu Gong's spirit, but fortunately, Zhang Wenbin's estimate was accurate. After about three hours, a small embankment was completed by us, but the gaps between the stones would still allow water to flow from upstream. At this time, Zhang Wenbin made a desperate decision: everyone took off their clothes!

  It was winter at the time, and we were all wearing a lot of clothes - sweaters, down jackets, and autumn pants. When the three men were left with only their underwear on, we stuffed all these clothes into the temporary dam, barely managing to block it up.

  At this time, the water level downstream of the dam began to recede rapidly, and then the fish in the water started jumping continuously. At that time, it had been 12 hours since we entered the pit, and the outside should have been daylight by now.

  A huge coffin, about three meters long and one and a half meters wide, gradually emerged from the water surface. Its surface was attached with a thick layer of white silt, which was the sedimentation of limestone. Fatso jumped onto the coffin and wiped away the silt with his hands. Immediately, a golden embossing appeared underneath, and even I could see that it was the tail of a phoenix...

  "It's really going to work!" Fatso excitedly ignored his own pain, using his hand to knock on the golden coffin, making a "thumping" sound. He immediately wanted to use the shovel to dig out a corner, but was stopped by Cha Wenbin: "Don't do it, in case we make a hole and really can't get out."

  The fat boy turned his head and saw that the water level on the temporary dam had already started to rise. With just a few rocks we piled up, it's estimated that it won't last long. At this time, the water level downstream was basically exposed, and countless black fish as big as palms were jumping back and forth in the ditch. Those sharp teeth were like sharp knives, and even if an elephant turned around and went down, it would be gnawed clean.

  It's even more unbearable below those fish, with countless large and small boxes scattered about, as well as some objects buried in the mud, some of which have already been exposed. As a miner's lamp sweeps by, the entire small ditch is filled with a dazzling array of treasures, that guy can almost blind people's eyes.

  My friend and I were both staring at these things, but we had a problem - they were all in the gutter, and those fish were still there. It was like a lion with its mouth open, and inside its mouth was a stack of gold coins. Do you go get them or not?

  This almost drove me and Fatso crazy!

  Cha Wenbin seemed to have no interest in these things at all, and immediately ran downstream, then shouted from there: "Come on, you two don't look at that useless thing anymore, or we'll freeze to death if we don't leave!"