Daomu Biji

The size and scale of the stone chamber are very ordinary, without any polishing or relief. I obviously found that my first reaction with the flashlight was to look for a passage to continue moving forward, while the fat man's flashlight was to look at what was inside.

There are wooden boxes all around. If you don’t look carefully, you might think it’s a short coffin! In the middle of these boxes, there is a coffin. This coffin looks particularly strange—not that it looks like it, but it seems like it shouldn't be placed here.

The boxes around were very messy. It felt as if someone had moved these boxes and made a place to put the coffin here. The problem was that the coffin wasn't even placed in a straight position, it was placed sideways and haphazardly.

Fatty is particularly interested in boxes. He kept telling me to just look at one box, but I firmly stopped him. We came to the side of the coffin and saw many strange tools that were completely rusted next to the coffin, but at a glance we knew they were modern tools.

"Someone has been here before, but it's not my brother and the others. It seems like they've been here a long time ago."

The fat man kicked the tools a few times. I looked at the tools and found that they were small accessories used to make supports, hoisting, sliding, and upper shoulders. They seemed to be used to transport the coffin.

"It should be from the archaeological team in the late 1970s. This coffin seems to have been lifted out of nowhere:"

The fat man picked up a small part from the ground, blew it and said, "Do they want to transport this coffin out?"

I set my sights on the coffin.

The coffin was made of wood, and the four corners were covered with iron sheets for protection. The coffin had not been opened and was left almost intact.

"Why?" I asked. "This coffin is not very eye-catching, and besides, they didn't transport it out!"

"Don't say it. Don't guess what the archaeological team is thinking. If you do, you'll be miserable." Fatty said, "Don't worry about it. Keep moving forward. God wants you to know. You will definitely know if we can know about this coffin." Where did it come from? There are more clues."

"Wait!" I said. I suddenly saw a strange phenomenon on the surface of the coffin. "Have you seen this coffin pattern somewhere before?"

"Where have you seen it?" The fat man was puzzled.

I said: "We are upstairs. The coffin we saw in Zhang Qiling's tomb also has this pattern. Could it be that this is also the same generation of Zhang Qiling?"

"If it's here, then it's the first generation Zhang Qiling." Fatty said. After speaking, he looked at me, clicked his tongue, and grabbed my hand, "Wait a minute, Tianzhen, I have a few words to remind you. you"

"What?"

“Could it be that these coffins are what the archaeological team wants to transport out of the ancient tomb?

And maybe it’s the first generation Zhang Qiling? If so. You think, inside this coffin. Could there be any key secrets hidden? Of course, all this is just my speculation, but think about your past struggles. When things get to this point, once we go out, we will never come in again. I put myself in your shoes and think about it for you. Do you want to open this coffin and take a look? "

"Is it your own imagination?" I asked him.

The fat man shook his head seriously: "No, I just want to go out safely now. I am thinking of your past days. Maybe the answer lies in this coffin. You will know after opening it. Innocent, it will open in three minutes, since you Wondering. You should try it.”

I looked at his expression. Realized he didn't seem to be joking. but. Everything he said is indeed correct, and his speculation is also very reasonable.

"You're right:" I looked above my head, and there seemed to be no movement. Just said, ‘Damn it. Come on, open it and take a look.”

It is troublesome to pry the coffin without tools: we took out the iron thorns and found that the top of the wooden coffin was so tight that no gaps could be found. Finally, the fat man looked down with sharp eyes. Said: "Put it on the wrong side! Put it on the wrong side! The coffin is placed on the wrong side. They really don't respect people!"

I lowered my head and looked - sure enough, the coffin had been turned upside down. Because it is a square coffin. So it doesn’t look strange no matter how you put it.

The fat man and I made a gesture. We found that with the physical strength of the two of us, it was impossible to turn the coffin over. And from this perspective. It was also impossible to pry the lid off the coffin. The fat man said. do not care. Drill the hole from the back of the butt, and then drill through the bottom of the coffin!

We use iron spikes as hammers. Maybe he beat the fat man hard little by little to comply with the three-minute agreement he said. Soon he smashed a crack in the bottom of the coffin. It's easier to deal with if there is a crack. We insert the iron thorn into it and hold it out for a while. We made a crack in the bottom of the coffin as long as an arm and as wide as a Coke bottle.

The fat man inserted the iron thorn into the crack and stirred it. I said, "Push everything inside aside. I want to see the family tree on the back of the coffin lid." The fat man said, "Push it aside and don't get everything out!"

Fatty is really good at pulling off sheep. I ignored him and asked him to quickly put his hand into the coffin. Soon he grabbed something and pulled it out. Only halfway, the fat man yelled.

What he pulled out turned out to be the hand of a wet corpse.

"Don't be so surprised. It's not like you've never seen it before!" I said.

"That's not it. Look at your fingers." He said,

I saw that all the fingers on this hand were wearing rings. The fingers glowed with a very strange light, not like a gemstone or gold metal. Moreover, the shape of the ring was very strange - just by looking at it, I knew that it could never be the style of the Central Plains. It was probably something from the Western Regions, or even from Nepal at that time.

The fingernails of the wet corpse were very long, but they didn't look dangerous. The fat man took off the rings one by one, put them directly into his pocket, and said, "I was frightened by the claws on this hand." Jump! I thought the Zhang family was a very simple and low-key ethnic group, like my little brother, they just need to breathe in the wind and drink the dew every day."

I thought to myself, it’s so precious to support my little brother! For such a big shot, even the phone bill to call the police station to report a disappearance is much higher than a few antiques. We are friends with this guy - I heard some other people say that the price of the mute Zhangjia Lama is terrifyingly high, and the appearance fee must be higher than Jay Chou, even though he can't sing a single song.

He took off the last ring and then handed it to me to look at: "Come on, innocent, take a look and evaluate it as you like."

"Didn't you say you are not interested in making money?"

"I didn't say. I said you should open it and take a look. But I didn't say I wouldn't take advantage of it. It only takes three minutes to open a coffin, and it only takes a few seconds to hold the coffin. It won't delay you."

I took a look. That's a jade ring. The value cannot be estimated, so he said: "Wandering between garbage and national treasures, I will go back and ask for you. Now hurry up and continue."

"You don't need to say anything," the fat man said, and he directly took the hand of the wet corpse and pulled the whole corpse out of the coffin bit by bit. When the corpse's head was pulled out from the gap, I couldn't help but gasp.

"This corpse's hair is so long?" I asked. The corpse's hair was so long that it covered many parts of the corpse.

The fat man took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and said: "The hair of the ancients was very long. The so-called long hair was fluttering and disheveled. Have you seen many ancient dramas where the prisoners have disheveled hair? Each one of them could be in a Sassoon advertisement." "

I shook my head and said softly: "But it's not that long. This hair is so long that you don't need to bother others even if you want to hang yourself. It's probably enough for skipping."

The fat man said: "It's not surprising that many people's hair will grow for a long time after they die."

I thought to myself, how is it possible? With the length of this hair, it must have been growing for hundreds of years. It has already grown into kelp! But I didn’t want to think about it anymore, so I said, “Yes, don’t worry about it. Hurry!”

The fat man first touched the corpse with an iron thorn and found that there was no sign of corpse transformation. He then searched the whole body and found nothing else. Just threw it aside. After the body landed on the ground, it seemed to have been oxidized, and it was smashed into several pieces - it had shrunk badly, and now it became in pieces.

I thought it was very disrespectful and apologized immediately. The fat man ignored it completely and said: "A corpse that cannot transform into a corpse is not a good corpse. There is no need to be taboo about such unmotivated people." As he said that, he held up the flashlight and continued to look inside the coffin.

"This is the ancestor of the Zhang family after all." I said.

"Stop talking nonsense. Did you find what you were looking for?" the fat man asked me.

But at this time, I realized something was wrong. I grabbed the fat man. Horrified: "Damn! Why is the liquid in this corpse green? Is it Milotuo's corpse?" The broken corpse was lying on the stone slab, and the clothes all over the body had rotted into balls of rot. Can't see what it looked like when it was originally worn. There was liquid flowing out of it, and it was a scary green color. The hair covered almost all parts of the face, and only the wide mouth on the face could be seen. There was quite a lot of liquid in the broken corpse, and it kept spreading on the stone slab.

This was the first time I saw such a situation, and I was covered in cold sweat. The fat man said: "It doesn't make sense! The corpse is a wet corpse, and all the body fluids should be mixed with the liquid in the coffin. Where did this green liquid come from?"

"In the bones." I said, "There is green liquid in the bones - it may be in the bones."

But what surprised me was that a villain like Fatty, who was so promiscuous, was obviously uncomfortable and shrank back. The arrogant arrogance just now disappeared instantly.

I patted the fat man and said, "Do you want to give me an explanation, or give me a suggestion - what should we do now?"

The fat man said: "Don't be joking, now is not the time to joke. I think of a past that I can't bear to look back on!"

I asked: "What happened in the past? Is this your old lover?"

"Your old lover is like this, all your old lovers are like this!" Fatty said, "I have a very good friend who died exactly like this corpse:"

The fat man pressed the chest of the corpse with an iron thorn, and tried to lift the hair on the corpse. A neck ring appeared in front of us:

"Sure enough," the fat man said.

"Stop it now, we have business to do!"

"This person died of a very serious corpse poison. The ancestor of this family must have died a very tragic death. He should have been buried alive after drinking Chinese medicine, and there were signs of corpse transformation after death. This green body fluid should It is caused by corpse poison entering the bones. Because they were buried alive, there was still cartilage at the time, so these body fluids were sealed in the bone marrow." The fat man said, "I have only seen this neck ring once, and it was used to prevent corpses from transforming. Look. There are a lot of ancient jade on it."

"Is there still danger now?" I asked

The fat man shook his head: "No. It shouldn't be. It's already like this. Even Zongzi is a disabled Zongzi. We don't need to be afraid. I'm just afraid that these things are poisonous. If too much is inhaled into the nasal cavity, it will cause trouble. Our respiratory tract is already affected. If it's damaged, it's easy for something to happen. However, from this point of view, this is definitely not the first generation Zhang Qiling."

"Why do you say that?"

"He has no precious blood, Zhang Qiling will not be poisoned by corpse poison."

"Then why are the patterns on his coffin the same as those on Zhang Qi's coffin?" I asked.

The fat man said: "Maybe that pattern is not a mark of identity. It marks that he died in an accident."

It is impossible to judge this. No one knows what the situation was at that time. I looked around - there were no signs of moving on the way we came in. This coffin must have been transported from inside. They took the coffin out from inside and placed it here haphazardly. This project is quite huge. Particularly consuming physical energy. If this thing is really not important, why do they put so much effort into it. How about lifting something that doesn't seem particularly important?

"Innocent!" The fat man called me from behind. I turned around and said, "What are you doing?"

"I was wrong." The fat man said, "This thing is still dangerous." I turned around and saw that the corpse on the ground had sprouted inch-long black hair. At first glance, it looked like a big hedgehog. . To be continued