In the twelfth lunar month of the sixth year of Zhenshun, the snow on the top of Dancui Mountain has not yet melted. Zheng Kuaiduo, the supervisor of Qintian, stepped on the broken ice to inspect the Fengchan Platform construction site. This royal project, which cost 100,000 people, was nearing completion, but he always felt like there were a pair of eyes peeping from deep inside the mountain.
"Sir, water is leaking from the mine in the southwest corner!" Li Zheng, the manager, came over with sweat on his face to report.
Kuai Duo frowned and followed, feeling the biting cold air as soon as he stepped into the tunnel. The torch reflects the dark red lines on the rock wall, which look like layers of scales upon closer inspection. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the rock wall suddenly made the sound of gold and stone, and a blue liquid seeped out of the cracks, glowing with a strange light under the firelight.
"Quickly exit!" Kuai Duo shouted sharply, but before he could finish his words, a dull roar came from the ground. Dozens of boulders fell from above, completely blocking the retreat. Li Zheng screamed and was buried under rubble, while Kuai Duo was overturned by the air wave and rolled into a hidden cave.
The cave was filled with the smell of rotting corpses, and dozens of corpses dressed in bronze scales were kneeling around the central stone platform. There are three bronze fish with snake patterns placed on the stone platform. The fish eyes are embedded with luminous pearls, glowing coldly in the darkness. What's even weirder is that densely packed incantations are engraved on the backs of the corpses, and the lines outlined with cinnabar are still as bright as blood.
"Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji..." Kuai Duo recognized this as the orientation arrangement of the Big Dipper. When his hand touched the copper fish, the stone platform suddenly cracked, revealing a bottomless hole below. A fishy wind blew towards my face, and there was a faint sound of dragging chains.
