The mobile phone should have just been thrown down. When I picked it up, it was stained with blood and water, and I felt bad: "It seems that there are not only a group of us here, but also some people who are injured. This mobile phone will definitely not fall from the sky."
When I opened the phone book of my mobile phone, I saw that there were only a few numbers in it. They were all foreign calls, and there was no other information. The third uncle said, "Anyway, we can't go to them, or it's important to hurry up." I looked around and there was no clue, so I had to go on. But when I saw such a modern thing in the wilderness, I always thought it was a little strange. So I asked the old man, "Has anybody else entered the woods besides us lately?"
The old man laughed and said, "Two weeks ago, there were a group of people, about 10 or so, and they haven't come out yet. It's a dangerous place, Grandpa. We can come back now."
"Isn't it a monster?" Dakui said, "Tell you, our little grandpa, even thousands of years of zombies will kowtow to him, with him, what devils and monsters, are not in the words, right?" He asked the bottle, which did not respond at all, as if he were air at all. Da Kui touched a nail. He was upset, but he couldn't help it.
We stuffily went to the darkness of the sky and the earth, and finally arrived at our destination before 4 p.m.
We have seen more than 10 military tents which are almost intact. The quality of these tents is very good. Although they are covered with rotten leaves, they are still very dry and clean inside. There are many articles for daily use in the tents. We flipped over them randomly. There are many scattered equipment and nobody's corpse. The old man should have done that. It's not a lie.
We even found a generator and several cylinders of gasoline. The engine was wrapped in oil steps, but most of the parts were rotten and out of shape. Fat Kui tried to start it, but it didn't respond at all, but the gasoline was OK. I turned it over and found that all the things had been torn off the labels, even the labels on the tents and their backpacks. It seemed strange to me that these people didn't want anyone to know where they came from.
We made a fire in the camp and had a simple dinner. The old man looked around vigilantly as he ate, fearing that the monster would suddenly rush out and hang him. The taste of the compressed food was really bad. I almost drank a few mouthfuls of water.
As the bottle was eating and looking at the map, he pointed to a place on the map where the fox's face had been drawn: "We must be here now."
We all gathered together and he went on to say, "Here is the place for sacrifice, and below it should be the sacrificial platform. The sacrifice accompanied by burial may be just below it."
The third uncle squatted on the ground, picked up a handful of soil, put it under his nose, smelled it, shook his head, took a few more steps, touched another hand, and said, "It's too deep to bury, we need to look at a few shovels."
We joined the threaded steel pipe, connected the shovel head, and three uncles stepped on the ground with their feet and stamped several prints to indicate the position of the shovel. Dakui first fixed the shovel head, then started shoveling with a short handle hammer. The third uncle put one hand on the steel pipe and felt the situation below. When he knocked 13 knots, three uncles suddenly said. "Yes!"
We pulled the shovel up one by one, and finally brought out a pool of earth. Dakui unloaded the shovel and went to the fire to show us. When I looked at Uncle Three, my face turned white at the same time, and even the suffocating oil bottle made a sound. The soil, as if soaked in blood, was dripping with blood-like liquid.
The third uncle smelled it before he got his nose and frowned. Both my uncle and I had read about the blood corpse, but it was impossible to accurately deduce from my grandfather's notes. But since there was blood in the mud, the tomb below must be different.
I looked at my uncle and wanted to see how he decided. He thought about it, lit a cigarette and said, "Anyway, dig it up first."
While Pan Zi and Da Kui did not stop, Da Kui dropped a few shovels, and then took the shovels to Uncle Three, who smelled each shovel and began to connect the shovels with a clay knife on the ground. I saw them busily positioning themselves. After a while, Da Kui drew the outline of the ancient tomb on the ground.
The location of caves is the basic work of Tufu. Generally speaking, what kind of tombs are above and what kind of tombs are below must be like this. Few Tufu would get it wrong. But when I look at this outline, I feel wrong. Most of the Warring States tombs have no palaces, but there are obvious ones below, and they are also brick roofs. That's too true. It's unusual.
The third uncle measured the coffin with his finger, and finally determined the position of the coffin basically. He said, "The bottom is the brick roof. I can't hit the shovel head down. I can only mark the approximate position by experience. This palace is too strange. I don't know the bricks there are too thin. I can only follow the experience of the Tomb of Song Dynasty and punch them in first from the back wall. If it doesn't work, it's going to come back, so it's going to be faster."
My third uncle has been burglarizing for more than ten years. The speed is very fast. Three whirlwind shovels flied up and down. They went down 7-8 meters at once. Because it is in this wilderness and there is no need to make dirt. We just turned the mud outside. In a moment, Da Kui called out below, "Yes!"
Da Kui has dug a big hole under the burglary hole and cleared out a big brick wall. We put on the miner's lamp and went down inside. The oil bottle saw Da Kui knocking on the brick wall with his good hand and pressed him busily. "Don't touch anything." The oil bottle's eyes were extremely sharp and frightened Da Kui.
He stretched out two fingers and put them on the wall. He felt them along the crack of the brick and stopped after a long time. He said, "There are anti-theft interlayers in it. When moving, all the bricks should be taken out, not pushed inside, not to smash!"
Pan Zi touched the wall and said, "How can it be possible, without a crack, to clip these bricks out?"
Stifling, he touched a brick and suddenly pulled it out of the wall with a sudden effort. How strong is this brick? Just two fingers are needed to pull a brick out of the wall. I don't know how much power these two fingers really need.
He put the brick carefully on the ground and pointed to the back of the brick. We saw a dark red wax wall behind it. He said, "This wall is full of alumina used in alchemy. If it is broken, these organic strong acids will pour on us instantly, and the skin will be burned immediately."
I swallowed and spat. Suddenly I thought of the hideless monster Grandpa saw. I was shocked. Isn't that a blood corpse? It's Grandpa who's been poured with alumina? Didn't Grandpa's guns hit him?
The stuffing bottle asked Fat Kui to dig a 5-metre straight well below. Then he took out a syringe needle and a plastic pipe from his bag. He connected the pipe to the needle and put the other end into the deep pit. Pan made a fire break, burned the needle red, and carefully inserted the stuffing bottle into the wax wall. Immediately, red alumina flowed from the other end of the pipe into the vertical well.
Soon, the dark red wax wall turned white. It seemed that everything inside had flowed away. The bottle nodded and said, "OK!" We'll start moving bricks right away. Soon, a hole was moved out of the wall to allow a person to pass through. The third uncle threw a fire folder into the hole. Then the fire flashed and observed the environment inside.
We penetrated the northern part of the curtain and saw that the ground was a block of stone slabs carved with ancient characters. These slabs were arranged in a way similar to the Eight Diagrams. The bigger the outside, the smaller the middle. There were eight long lights around the tomb. Of course, they had been extinguished. There was a square tripod with four feet in the middle of the tomb and a tripod on the top of the tripod. The top of the tomb is engraved with sun, moon and stars, and the south of the tomb is facing our place. There is a sarcophagus. Behind the sarcophagus, there is a walkway, which seems to be going downward. I don't know where to go.
The third uncle sniffed in and waved, and we drilled in one after another.
The third uncle looked at the words on the ground and said to the oil bottle, "Brother, look at these words and see if you can see who is buried here?"
The bottle shook its head and said nothing.
We made several folds and threw them into the lantern. The whole tomb lit up. I remembered the last monster I saw in Grandpa's notes. It seemed as if Grandpa had repeatedly mentioned the strange sound of gurgling, and his heart was full of hair. At that time, Panzi climbed up the tripod to see what was inside. Suddenly, he shouted, "Sanye, here's the baby!"
We all climbed up and saw a headless corpse in the tripod. The clothes were worn out. There were some jade jewelry on the corpse. Panzi was honest and unkind. He took it off and took it to his hands.
"This should be the trunk of the people left after the animals have been finished. They cut off their heads to sacrifice the heavens and put their bodies here to sacrifice people. These should be prisoners of war. There can be no jewelry in the hands of slaves."
Pan Zi jumped into the tripod and wanted to see what else was under it. It was too late for the bottle to stop. He looked back at the sarcophagus coffin. Fortunately, he did not respond. The third uncle scolded, "Your son, this tripod is used for offering sacrifices. You want to be offered as a sacrifice?"
Pan Zi laughed and said, "Sanye, I'm not Dakui. Don't frighten me." He pulled out a large jade bottle from it. "You see, there are many good things. Let's turn this tripod around and see what else is there?"
"Stop fooling around and get out!" The third uncle said that he saw that the face of the bottle was white, and his eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus, knowing that something might have happened.
At this time, I heard the sound of "cackle". I turned to listen, not by a sudden chill, that voice is not from the coffin came out, unexpectedly from the stuffy bottle.