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Chapter 1190 Time Flows

Chapter 1,190 Time Flows

"This thing is really hard..."

Under Professor Meng's "guidance", Zhuang Rui stood on the ladder and used tools to open several notches in the huge golden nanmu coffin for the insertion of crowbars.

Of course, what Professor Meng pointed out was the approximate direction. The place Zhuang Rui chose was definitely the best place for the mortise and tenon joint. However, the nanmu was too hard. Even with the use of modern tools, Zhuang Rui was covered in sweat.

Eight 1.5-meter-high portable alloy ladders were set up on both sides of the coffin and at the beginning and end.

The people standing on the ladder were all strong men in the archaeological team. Needless to say, Zhuang Rui, Dr. Ren was also standing on a ladder holding a crowbar. Even Peng Fei was called down to participate in this event.

A coffin-opening operation.

"Everyone, get ready..."

Professor Meng was directing the action from below, "After I call one, two, three, you will exert your strength upward at the same time. Do you understand?"

"I understand..."

At this time, the eight people standing on the ladder were all a little uneasy. They were daring because they were about to see Genghis Khan, who had left a mark in the history of the world, and they were even more excited and excited.

As for those who are timid, they are afraid that hidden arrows will suddenly be shot out from inside the coffin, and they will become the burial victims of the Mongol Khan a thousand years later.

Compared to several other nervous staff members, Peng Fei was very relaxed and joked with Zhuang Rui: "Brother Zhuang, your dream was really accurate. Not only did you find the old Mongolian ghost by yourself, but you even pulled his brothers together."

I've seen it all, it's bad luck, really bad luck..."

Zhuang Rui took the crowbar, stuck it into the slot, and said with a smile: "Peng Fei, please stop saying a few words, after all, this is an emperor. Be careful, he will fake his corpse to settle the score with you later..."

"Tch, if I had lived in that era, how could there be anything like Genghis Khan? I wouldn't be afraid if he jumped out now..."

Peng Fei was talking nonsense to Zhuang Rui nonchalantly. Not to mention that this person had been dead for thousands of years and had turned into withered bones. Peng Fei had even seen the body that was half rotten and covered with maggots. He didn't care about this at all.

kind of scene.

"Fuck, Peng Fei, can you please stop talking? Isn't this deliberately disgusting?"

The conversation between Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei finally became unbearable for the people around them. You know, they were in a tomb. Although these were scientific researchers who had experience in opening coffins, no one wanted to wait until the coffin was opened.

, saw a half-rotten corpse, right?

"Okay, everyone, focus your attention and use even force later..."

Professor Meng interrupted the conversation of several people, but he felt a little disappointed with Dr. Ren. As a scientific researcher, no matter what kind of situation he encounters, he must face it with a calm attitude.

"One, two, three, open the coffin!"

Professor Meng gave an order, and the eight people standing on the shelf pressed down the crowbar with their arms at the same time.

"Click... click... squeak... squeak..."

Although the coffin made of golden nanmu was extremely strong, under the simultaneous exertion of eight mortise and tenon joints, it finally became loose. After a harsh squeaking sound, the coffin slowly revealed a gap.

The wooden mortises of the coffin were much longer than those of ordinary furniture. When the coffin lid had risen about two inches, the mortises and tenons had not been completely separated. Professor Meng quickly shouted: "Don't stop, push harder, push harder, we'll pry it right away."

Woke up……"

"Crack!"

After a sound that made everyone's hearts tremble, the entire coffin lid finally separated from the coffin, revealing a gap the size of a fist.

This time when the coffin was opened, two reporters from CCTV came to the tomb. However, the height of the coffin prevented them from taking pictures of the scene inside immediately. The two brothers were holding the camera high and desperately focused the lens on the coffin.

gap.

"Don't rush to take pictures now. Xiao Yang, bring four ropes. Zhuang Rui, you tie the coffin lid with the ropes and lift it off with a crowbar..."

Although Professor Meng's face was very excited, he still remembered the steps to open the coffin. He immediately arranged it in an orderly manner. Five minutes later, the coffin lid, which was about three meters long and about two meters wide, was finally moved to the ground.

superior.

After putting down the coffin, Zhuang Rui quickly climbed up a ladder. Professor Meng climbed on a ladder without hesitation. Of course, the two photographers were also indispensable.

Peng Fei and Dr. Ren also reacted quickly. While others were still rubbing their shoulders, the two brothers also occupied a ladder. By the time the other people reacted, all eight ladders were already occupied.

"Mom, this... why is he lying here with a living person?"

Just when several people climbed up the ladder almost indiscriminately and looked into the coffin, at the end of the coffin, a reporter from CCTV suddenly let out a scream and fell down the ladder.

In addition, Wang Ji, a gold medal photographer from CCTV, did not fall from the ladder, but his whole body was trembling, and the camera image kept swinging.

In fact, it’s no wonder that the reporter was timid. After climbing up the ladder, the reporter focused his eyes on the zoom lens of the camera to accurately frame the scene.

Who knew that at this glance, a man with a golden crown, a majestic appearance, a slightly dark complexion, and closed eyes was facing him. There seemed to be white hairs on his ears. No matter how bold this reporter was,

I was so frightened by this sight that I was so frightened that I lost my soul.

"What a damn old ghost..."

Just when several staff members under the ladder were confused, Peng Fei also let out a strange scream, pulled out a desert eagle like a giant cannon from somewhere, and pointed it at the coffin.

"Peng Fei, stop, don't shoot..."

Zhuang Rui was startled by Peng Fei's actions. He would have known better not to let him down. If the gun went off, he probably wouldn't be able to save him. For serious damage to cultural relics, he would be shot even if he was not shot.

Locked up for twenty years.

"Mu...mummy?!"

Professor Meng turned a blind eye to what was happening in front of him. His attention had been completely attracted by the male corpse in the coffin. It seemed that in Professor Meng's eyes, this was not a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, but a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years.

Like a sleeping beauty.

"Quick, point the camera at the coffin..."

"What's going on? Why can't the image be transmitted? What happened?"

"Lao Meng, what kind of mummy can you explain clearly?"

There was chaos in the tomb. Similarly, in the ground command headquarters, everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, calling constantly on the intercom. They never expected that at such a critical moment, the cameras

The chain actually dropped.

In particular, the words Professor Meng shouted struck the ears of the veteran experts, and they felt as if they had been scratched by a cat. They were all so anxious that they almost cursed collectively.

Finally, after the camera shook for a while, the picture gradually became clear. A man with a majestic face, covered in layers of gold silk satin, appeared in front of everyone, lying flat on his back.

This man's face was so clear, and the dark skin on his face seemed to have a touch of ruddy color, just like a majestic old man in his sleep, so peaceful and indifferent.

The appearance of this scene immediately silenced the turbulent headquarters. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. The old experts had not had time to close their mouths, and stood there with strange expressions on their faces.

"Ah, mummy, no, living corpse!"

"Oh my god, how...how could this happen?"

"Lao Meng, this...is this the body in the coffin?"

After more than a minute, it was like a pot was exploding in the headquarters, and everyone was yelling. It seemed that only in this way could they vent the various complex emotions of uneasiness, excitement, and excitement in their hearts.

Before the coffin was opened, everyone had many conjectures, and even imagined the scene of an Egyptian mummy appearing in the coffin, but they never expected that... an old man who looked like he was sleeping would actually appear in it.

This difference between reality and imagination made this group of experienced experts couldn't help but get excited. Even Ouyang Zhenwu stood up with a look of astonishment on his face.



"Genghis Khan, must be Genghis Khan..."

Different from those emotional people in the headquarters, at this moment, all the archaeological team members in the tomb who had the most direct view of the man in the coffin had such an idea in their minds at the same time, and it was so natural that the people in the coffin only

Could be Genghis Khan.

Although the people inside were just lying quietly, even with their eyes closed, the silent majesty made everyone feel a little depressed, just like an ant standing in front of an elephant.

.

This emperor who commanded the world during his lifetime showed a kind of domineering attitude even after his death. The kind of murderous aura that seemed to come out of his body made everyone facing him feel short of breath, and his heart felt like

A big stone was pressed down.

Genghis Khan's tightly closed eyes and slightly upturned lips seemed to be laughing at the world, at the people opening his coffin in front of him, or at himself? He was a hero during his lifetime, an emperor who rode his horse across the world, but after death he was just a mere

He ended up in a three-foot grave.

At this moment, even Zhuang Rui, who had seen this face before, was deeply lost. It seemed as if there was a mighty scene in front of him of this old man leading thousands of Mongolian cavalry across the world.

At this moment, even Professor Meng, who had opened countless coffins of ancient people, felt a little lost. He had never thought in his dreams that a corpse could bring him so many reveries.

The neighing of horses and the shouts of killing seemed to echo in everyone's ears. The long river of history seemed to be flowing backwards, leading everyone back to a thousand years ago, witnessing the emperor standing alone on a high platform, accepting the worship of thousands of soldiers.


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