Chapter 85 Psychologically Distorted Watermelon Head
"Eternal lamp? What does it look like? How big is it?" I asked him curiously.
The watermelon head is about the size of a volleyball, with an oval bronze bowl on top, a hollow bronze stick in the middle, and an octagonal animal support at the bottom.
He also said that when three Shaanxi tomb robbers entered the main tomb chamber, the ever-burning lamp was still dimly lit and was placed on the right side of the coffin. There was a solid grease substance in the lamp that was half white and half black. At first glance,
It looks a bit like the black and white Tai Chi pattern, but it smells stinky.
We just sat and chatted, and he didn't have to lie to me, so it was probably true.
After listening to his description carefully, I shook my head and said, "It's hard to say, but it's really possible."
"Anyway, you will definitely lose money on that thing for four million. At least I haven't seen that thing in the past few years..."
Xiguatou said, "Guess which ruthless master's tomb that lamp came from? That man is famous in history. If I tell you, you will definitely be surprised."
"Lishan?" I asked with a frown. .??.
Xiguatou smiled and said, "Of course not. Anyone who dares to go to Lishan now is just looking for death."
I couldn't have guessed this. I can't think of anywhere else in China other than the place where the ancestral dragon rests.
First of all, I made it clear that, including the leader, we northerners all believe that the Changming Lamp is real and there must be such a lamp under Lishan Mountain. Time will eventually verify my words.
The ancients believed that when a person dies, a lamp goes out. As long as the lamp does not go out, the person may exist in another way.
However, the ever-burning lanterns seen by us in the industry are not the same as those seen in movies and TV series.
This passage is clearly left in the historical records: "In the ninth month, the First Emperor was buried in Mount Li, and the craftsmen were ordered to make machine-shaped crossbow arrows, which would penetrate those who came close and shoot them. They used mercury as a symbol for hundreds of rivers, rivers and seas, and imbued them with mechanical signs and astronomical symbols.
Under the guidance of geography, use mermaid ointment as a candle to save those who are immortal for a long time.
"Mermaid ointment" is often said to be the oil of mermaids in the sea, and many experts have verified that the evergreen lamp is made from whale fat oil.
Sima Qian cared about his reputation very much. He would not write nonsense in historical records. I asked him how the whale looked like a human.
If you ask me, "mermaid ointment" is most likely "ray oil". Think about it, if you turn a ray over, does it look like a human face? It has a mouth and eyes.
At that time, I guessed that the seven-star lanterns in Zhuji's bright spot were burned with this kind of stingray oil.
Watermelon Head is obsessed with the lamp he sold. He wants to hear my story.
opinion, so I told him my thoughts.
I personally speculate that the ever-burning lamp does not exist alone, but is most likely a set of a lamp and a large container.
Large enough to hold at least a thousand kilograms of fish oil, this container uses the principle of an hourglass to continuously deliver fuel to the lamp.
The single burning time of fish oil is very long, but even so, it cannot continue to burn for thousands of years, which violates the law of conservation of energy.
So I think that when the ancient tomb is completely closed, the ever-burning lamp will slowly extinguish, and when the tomb is opened, it will light itself. This is where the theory of ever-lasting light comes from.
Some people will definitely say that you are talking nonsense again, right?
I'm not talking nonsense, I've experienced this myself several times.
From the late Warring States Period to the Tang Dynasty, there would be small niches in the walls of the main tombs, usually containing pottery pots containing grains and oil lamps. I once touched the oil lamp in the wall hole and it started to burn on its own.
It's very scary, just like the owner of the tomb welcomes you and takes the initiative to light the lamp for you in case you can't see the way.
I asked some seniors, and they told me that this kind of situation usually only occurs in places with arid climate and low rainfall in Hunan, Chengdu, Gansu, and Ningxia, because white phosphorus or yellow phosphorus is added to that kind of lamp.
This stuff melts when it comes into contact with water and burns when it comes into contact with oxygen.
Combining these points to analyze the ever-burning lamp Xiguatou mentioned, the half-black, half-white and smelly lamp oil should be a mixture of white phosphorus and stingray oil. Even if a thousand years have passed, it can still burn as long as it has not evaporated completely.
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After hearing this, Xiguatou said, "The opinions are well-founded and indeed extraordinary. You are worthy of being a new generation of technical talents trained by the Northern School."
"Thank you, you're not bad at all, we are each other."
He said, "I have investigated your details and heard that you have a unique skill?"
I smiled and said, "Who did you hear this from? My kung fu is only so-so. If compared to ordinary people, I can beat a hundred or so."
Watermelon Head also laughed and said, "Actually, our two childhood experiences were very similar. If we don't become enemies, it would be nice to become friends."
I was stunned and said, "You were also born an orphan?"
The lights in the huge office were dim. He turned his head towards the window and put aside the old-fashioned
Guo Li's hair style is not greedy, and his facial features are very three-dimensional.
I heard him say, "I was sold by my parents when I was about two years old. I was sold back and forth for a long time. Later, I was sold to a farm in the northwest to help people herd sheep. When I was twelve years old, I killed someone for the first time."
, it was raining that night, and I killed four members of the farmer’s family.”
"You don't have to tell me this! I don't want to hear it at all!"
He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you to silence you, but I've been holding some words in my heart for too long. I just wanted to say them out for others to hear. Only God knows what we said today."
"How many people have you killed in total?" He looked at me and I asked seriously.
I made an "o" shape with my hands and said, "Tear meat! Zero!"
I said, "In the past few years since I entered the industry, I have only wanted to make money. I have never wanted to harm anyone. I also like to do good deeds. If I see an old lady falling down on the street, I will help her."
After listening to my words, Xiguatou showed a meaningful expression and said, "Some time ago, you engaged a group of Fujian kidnappers. Do you know why they didn't come to trouble you later?"
I was stunned, I didn't expect that he even knew about me saving Little Red Hair.
I said loudly, "That's because I asked Li Kangyang to help me communicate with those kidnappers! Tian Sanjiu will not let them go if they dare to touch a hair on my head!"
Xiguatou looked at me up and down and said, "I noticed that your boy is a bit arrogant. I once doubted whether Tian Sanjiu was your biological father."
I retorted, "My father has never cared about me for a day. To me, Tian Sanjiu is not a real father but a real father. We have experienced life and death together. It is the kind of friendship between friends in need. Do you understand?"
He snorted coldly, "Li Kangyang and you are just superficial brothers. In his heart, he wishes you would die soon! Do you think he will help you spread the word to the Fujian kidnappers?"
I frowned upon hearing this.
Xiguatou said coldly, "To tell you the truth, the reason why the Fujian kidnappers didn't show up to trouble you is because I packed them into more than a dozen sacks and sank them all into the lake. I don't allow any kidnappers on my territory."
Activity!"
I didn't expect this at all.
I always thought those kidnappers were afraid of me! Afraid of Tian Sanjiu!
After being silent for half a minute, I deliberately avoided the topic and asked him, "You and I are not exactly the same. My parents died long ago. Your parents may still be alive. With your current strength, it shouldn't be difficult to find him."
Are they?"
Xiguatou said, "They have been found a long time ago, but they died in a car accident, and that car accident was secretly arranged by me."
I was very shocked after hearing this. I even thought he was joking! But looking at his expression, it didn't look like he was joking!
"Why did you do that?"
Watermelon Head said indifferently, "Because they deserve to die, it's that simple."
As we talked about this, my heart gradually became cold.
What kind of person is this? Even his own parents downplayed the idea of harming him. Does he still have any humanity left in his heart?
He suddenly asked me, "How many lives does Tian Sanjiu have on his hands after he has gotten to this point? Is it more than me? Or less than me?"
"I don't know." I shook my head.
Watermelon Head chuckled. He covered his forehead and said, "In terms of overall strength, I can't compare to him, but in terms of who kills more people, I'm afraid he can't compare to me."
He suddenly pointed at the glass display case filled with bamboo dragonflies in the corner and said, "Enemy! Opponent! Every bamboo dragonfly here represents a human life!"
I thought to myself, that's not very good. There are only dozens of bamboo dragonflies, and Tian Sanjiu definitely has more than this number.
There was a vase behind the table. Watermelon Head touched the vase and turned his hand to the left. A secret door immediately appeared on the wall.
Watermelon Head waved to me, "Come on, this is a rare opportunity. Let me show you my collection."
I had already guessed that there might be a secret space on the seventh floor! Because this guy suddenly appeared last time! After entering, the secret door on the wall automatically closed with a bang, and it closed seamlessly.
"Snap."
The chandeliers hanging from the roof suddenly lit up in rows.
The space in front of me was huge, at least hundreds of square meters, and I saw a shocking scene.
There is a venue similar to a boxing ring in the middle. The wall on the left side of the ring is covered with densely packed bronze swords and samurai swords. On the right side of the ring, there is a row of transparent glass cabinets. Each glass cabinet is filled with large and small items.
Little bamboo dragonfly.
Watermelon Head took off his nightgown and threw it to the floor. He twisted his neck and turned to me and said, "You said you can fight, then let's have a fight. If you win, I can leave here. If you lose,"
He pointed at one of the glass cabinets, smiled at me and said, "I'll trouble you, help me add the number."
