Chapter 12 Big porcelain jar

Corpse wax is usually made of corpses soaked in water or buried in corpses with sufficient moisture and damp soil. The so-called wax is formed by the fat and minerals in its body.

I followed the footprints and found that it stretched to the corner of the room, behind a large blue and white cloud dragon porcelain jar. My heart skipped a beat.

People say that the King of Hell is easy to give away, but the little ghost is difficult to deal with. Could it be that there is a juvenile rice dumpling here? I said to the fat man: "Look at this footprint that has only been passed and has not come back, will it be--?"

Halfway through the words, the fat man waved his hand and told me not to speak. I turned around and saw that it was a big porcelain jar, which suddenly shook itself.

The fat man whispered: "That thing is still hiding from behind."

Zhang Tu took off his equipment halfway, but the strap on his waist didn't take off. Now he just couldn't take it off. He brought the oxygen bottle over and asked the fat man, "What's it?"

Seeing that he was most annoyed, the fat man cursed: "Zongzi!"

He was stunned and said, "Zongzi? Add Xingwufangzhai Zongzi?"

The fat man shook his head and ignored him. I asked the fat man, "Can you be sure that I have never seen such a small rice dumpling?"

The fat man said, "I can't be sure, but no matter whether it's a zongzi or not, we still have to go over and take a look, otherwise it's a disaster, and I feel uncomfortable when I fight." As he said that, he picked up the air gun in his hand and waved to me. I thought to myself that I won't go, so I shook my head.

The fat man sighed and had to call Zhang Tu over. Zhang Tu had the first time fighting, and was extremely excited. He immediately walked over like the fat man. The two of them became double-teamed and walked towards the large porcelain jar of clear flowers.

Although I was afraid, I couldn't act too cowardly in front of women. I pretended to be like that, followed Zhang Tuzi, and looked carefully.

We walked very slowly, for fear that something would suddenly jump out. The fat man took a flashlight first. The big porcelain jar was too big and could not see anything. He poked it with an air gun. This looked very similar to the way I caught a weasel when I was a child. I couldn't help but feel funny. He took five or six buckets, and when he heard that there was nothing behind, he plucked over. He tickled it and scolded: "Damn it, there is only an empty wooden box, which made me nervous."

We followed us, and when I saw that it was a double phoenix-carved baby coffin the size of a violin box. The lid of the coffin was opened and placed aside. The white coffin bottom inside was well preserved, but the body was gone. No wonder the fat man thought it was just a box. I said, "This is not a box, this is a kind of coffin."

The fat man didn't believe it at once, but he immediately understood and asked, "You mean, this is the coffin of that little rice dumpling?"

I nodded and looked carefully again. I found that there were several holes in the coffin, and a black mark was cut from the hole to the ground. It seemed that some liquid had flowed out of the hole. This scene seemed to have been mentioned in my grandfather's notes.

The fat man carefully used the flashlight to touch it inside and out, and sighed sadly: "Following the specifications of this coffin, you will know that this child must have a lot of good things on him. Unfortunately, I don't know where the body has gone. Otherwise, I might be able to press out a few beads."

I nodded. There are always many things in the coffin of a child who died or is buried with him, and most of them are carried with him, especially the belly of a child who is buried with him. There are often anticorrosion beads, which are all price-making things.

A few of us looked around and wanted to see where the body had gone, but we looked it over and there was not even a piece of scum. It seemed that the tomb robbers might have stolen it together.

The fat man was unwilling to give up and wanted to go over the coffin. I thought it was inappropriate and grabbed him and said, "This coffin is different from other coffins. It is definitely not just a dead person, so I should not touch it."

The fat man smiled and said, "The body is gone. I'm afraid he is a bear. Are you afraid that the coffin will jump up and bite me?"

The woman said, "The purpose of our coming here is not to go out with the underworld, or to go to the main tomb quickly. Don't waste time, fight quickly."

The fat man knew he was in the wrong, and there was no way. We went back to sort out the submersible equipment first. The fat man carried his backpack and suddenly looked at me. His mouth moved, and he wanted to say it but stopped. He seemed to have something to say, but he was a little embarrassed to say it. I sighed and cursed, "Can you say it if you have something to do? What's the matter?"

The fat man said: "You said, will that little rice dumpling crawl into the big porcelain jar next to it?"

I looked at the big porcelain jar and my heart moved. There was really a possibility.

The fat man blushed a little and said, "I just heard the sound of the jar, as if it was coming from the jar. I think the rice dumplings are not rats, so how could I drill into the jar by myself? I thought I heard it wrong, and now I just picked it up casually. I have no other intention."

I knew he was still thinking about the treasure on the body, so I wanted to mock him a few words. At this time, the big porcelain jar suddenly raked and fell to the ground. I was stunned and thought that he would not be hit by him.

All four of them didn't say anything, and looked at the jar nervously. The jar first turned around for a few times, and then rolled towards us.

All my attention was focused on the coffin. Without looking at the porcelain jar carefully, I hurriedly took a few steps back. The jar swayed and rolled a few times, then changed direction and rolled towards the stone door of the figurine road. Finally, when it hit the door frame, it stopped.

Let’s look at me, and I look at you, and I feel it’s inexplicable. Did you really tell the fat man that there is a rice dumpling in it?

We were stunned for a moment and did not dare to step forward easily. The fat man lowered his voice and said, "Everyone, this jar is indeed a bit weird. Why don't we take the initiative first and give him a few spears?"

Of course I disagree and said softly: "Don't, figure out what it is before you talk about it!"

I said this, first of all, I have seen that the large porcelain jar of Qinghua from the Yuan and Ming dynasties is definitely a treasure. It is rare in the world of this size, and I am afraid that one will be smashed less. Secondly, I don’t know what is strange inside. If it is really the rice dumplings mentioned by the fat man, it will inevitably start fighting again. I just used too much energy under the water and absolutely couldn’t run.

But we are now in an underwater tomb more than ten meters deep. I don’t know how long this air can last. If the stalemate continues, it will not be of any benefit to us. It is difficult to make a decision on this advance or retreat. I have never had any idea and I am so anxious that I am sweating.

At this time, the fat man saw me hesitating and said, "We can't be sure that there are only rice dumplings inside. There is a sea of ​​people in this place. Maybe some crabs and lobsters have crawled in. There is no need to scare yourself here, so I'd better go over and take a look."

The woman shook her head: "Our main purpose is to enter the main tomb chamber, and don't waste such time on the road. I think we can still avoid it, and see if there is any way out in other places."

When I heard that this was also a solution, I immediately checked the ear ventricularly left and right. Unfortunately, the place was clear at a glance, and there was no second door, and there was no hole for us to drill.
Chapter completed!