Chapter 204 The Bronze Coffin and the Female Corpse
From the moment Sun Shangxiang fell from the ladder, the outcome was destined. There was no way she would fall to the ground. The moment she let out a exclamation, Luoyang had already stretched out his arms, and she also
He fell steadily into Luoyang's arms.
"Are you okay?" Luoyang asked with concern.
"I'm fine. Fortunately, you caught me, otherwise I would have fallen badly." Sun Shangxiang's voice was gentle, without even the slightest hint of fear.
Luoyang looked up and found several pairs of eyes staring at him and Sun Shangxiang. He quickly put Sun Shangxiang down.
Su Changming originally wanted to step down on the ladder, but was held back by Ma Zhonghua.
"Director Ma, what are you doing?" Su Changming asked in confusion.
Ma Zhonghua leaned close to Su Changming's ear and lowered his voice: "Can't you tell? Then Miss Sun is interested in Xiao Luo. There must be a reason why the leaders above asked Xiao Luo to be the guide. We have to give them a chance.
, wait and go down again.”
Su Changming's face was full of displeasure. He didn't know how to deal with power, and he wasn't interested in it either.
Bai Jing muttered next to her: "She is acting, so it's so obvious that even Master can't tell? IQ is really worrying, isn't it... Maybe Master is pretending not to be able to tell, I just want the beauty to fall into his arms, it's me who is superficial.
..."
Luoyang led Sun Shangxiang inside.
The light in the mausoleum was dim and looked eerie.
Sun Shangxiang reached out and took Luo Yang's hand, her voice trembling: "Luoyang Sang, I'm a little scared."
"Don't be afraid, it's just an ancient tomb." Luoyang comforted her.
However, he felt a little strange in his heart. It stands to reason that Sun Shangxiang is a disciple of Zen Master Kuye and a descendant of Erdao Ryu. People who practice martial arts shouldn't be so timid, right? However, when a girl said she was scared, he was too embarrassed to tell her
hands away.
The two walked hand in hand.
Luoyang observed the surrounding environment.
Some of the stone pillars are carved with patterns, including eyes, figures, animals, and some patterns that look like words.
"Luoyang Sang, who is buried here?" Sun Shangxiang asked.
Luoyang said: "Maybe it's a witch."
"Witch...will there be a magic trap?" Sun Shangxiang became nervous again.
Luoyang smiled and said: "There should be, so you have to be careful and don't touch things randomly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Shangxiang seemed to have kicked something under his feet, making a clang sound.
"Ah!" Sun Shangxiang exclaimed, jumped up, and jumped onto Luoyang's back, locking his waist with her legs, making it airtight.
The waves were rough, and although they were only slapped on the back, Luoyang's brain felt a little bit hypoxic. However, he still took a look at what was kicked by Sun Shangxiang immediately. Fortunately, it was not a cultural relic, but
A shovel left here by someone unknown.
"It's okay, it's just a shovel. Come on down." Luoyang said.
However, Sun Shangxiang still locked Luoyang's waist and put her hands on his shoulders, refusing to come down: "I won't, I'm afraid."
Luoyang: "..."
With her movements like a rabbit just now, what is she afraid of? qs
But you can't carry her around like this. There are differences between men and women, so it's not appropriate.
"Well, it's hard for us to leave like this... It's okay, you can come down." Luoyang said more implicitly.
Sun Shangxiang said: "You said there was an agency."
Luoyang really wanted to slap himself in the mouth.
Just now, he just wanted to remind Sun Shangxiang in a joking way not to touch things, but he didn't expect that it would become a burden for him. She only weighed a hundred pounds. In terms of his strength, he could not carry her for several kilometers.
The problem. But the problem is the waves. If he takes a step, the feeling of rough waves will be transmitted to every nerve in him. Not to mention, there seems to be a warm baby on his waist, which makes him sweat.
He didn't know if it was his sweat.
In such a situation, how could he explore the ancient tomb?
But even in such a complicated and difficult situation, he couldn't do anything to "pick" Sun Shangxiang off his back. He was really able to come here because of her. Otherwise, I'm afraid he would just tell the truth.
Ma Zhonghua and Su Changming wouldn't let him in here either.
"Are you worried about being discovered by Ye Zi?" Sun Shangxiang leaned into Luoyang's ear and breathed hotly.
Luoyang endured the itch on his ears and pretended to be tough: "What's the matter? In fact, it's her..."
Sun Shangxiang interrupted him: "Then what are you afraid of? Don't forget, you caught my fish in the hot spring pool at my house, don't even think about defaulting on it, what's wrong with you now carrying me on your back?"
Luoyang felt guilty and couldn't say anything else, so he stepped forward.
Isn't it just carrying someone for a short distance, and no one will die, so what's an old score?
It's really big.
The hall of the mausoleum has an area of at least three hundred square meters and is in a rectangular shape.
There is a stone staircase at the end of the hall, which rises about one meter to a platform. Behind the platform is a stone door, which has been opened. Behind the stone door is a tomb chamber. You can see the coffin placed in the tomb chamber at a glance.
Luoyang stopped in front of the tomb door and patted Sun Shangxiang's thigh with his backhand: "There is a tomb inside. Wait for me at the door."
Sun Shangxiang got off Luoyang's back, her face was so red that she thought Luoyang couldn't see it in the dim light, but Luoyang could see clearly.
Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously scratched his lower back. The sweat pricked his flesh and made it a little itchy.
"Luoyang Sang, it's so dark here, is there a light?" Sun Shangxiang asked.
Luoyang said: "Light has an impact on cultural relics. The archaeological team will not install lights here. I will go in and take a look first. You can wait for me here."
Sun Shangxiang suddenly reached out and took Luo Yang's hand: "Luoyang Sang, I want to go in with you and take a look."
"Can you see it?" Luoyang asked.
"Can you see it?" Sun Shangxiang asked.
Luoyang was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "I'm reluctant, so let's go in together."
A smile appeared on the corner of Sun Shangxiang's mouth. Everything she saw was blurry in such an environment, but isn't this kind of blinding feeling what people want?
The two entered the tomb.
With a thought in Luoyang's mind, spiritual power intervened in the spirit body of the ancestral witch, activating the super-sensory state.
His vision was shrouded in green fluorescence. Although the light was extremely dim, he could see everything clearly. Even in such an environment, he could still see the pores on Sun Shangxiang's face.
Luoyang's eyes moved to the coffin.
The coffin is made of bronze and carved with intricate patterns.
The coffin lid has been opened and is placed diagonally on the coffin.
There is a woman lying in the coffin, wearing a wig, with a peaceful expression. What is extremely strange is that the corpse has been stored here for thousands of years, but the corpse shows no sign of decay.
The body of the female corpse was wearing linen-colored fabric, but it was not crude linen, and I don’t know what it was made of, but it was still intact to this day, which shows that the material must be extraordinary. On the feet of the female corpse was a pair of cloth shoes made of the same material.
, and a pair of socks.
Six thousand years ago, not just everyone had shoes and socks to wear.
Luoyang stretched out his hand and poked the back of the female corpse's hand, feeling that it was still elastic.
Judging from the appearance of the female corpse, she looks to be in her fifties. However, considering that people like Luo Juexing can live to be 140 years old, but her appearance only looks like she is in her thirties, then this woman
Her appearance does not actually indicate her true age. Moreover, even if she is really in her fifties, her skin cannot remain elastic even if she has been dead for thousands of years, right?