At that moment, my panic escalated, and I yelled for Zhao Yingjun loudly. He was lying on the deck and couldn't reach me at all. Maybe my scream was more shrill, and Zhao Yingjun didn't have time to run to the hatch, so he jumped directly through the hole in the deck.
I jumped in. The water in the cabin was covered with a layer of fallen blood-patterned pottery, which was very hard. I was dragged on my back by an unknown force, and my head was knocked back and forth countless times.
I was dragged back about ten meters from the position close to the bow of the ship. The diving light slipped down to my neck in the chaos, and the light swayed from side to side. I couldn't see Zhao Yingjun behind me, but I could tell from his constant shouting.
It was heard that although he was carrying rags, he ran into trouble as soon as he jumped down. He might have been entangled.
Without backup, it was difficult for me to get rid of the famous force that entangled me. After I was dragged out for another two or three meters, the force suddenly turned, pulled my ankles, and threw my body forcefully to the side.
I went over. This time my forehead hit a blood-patterned pottery, and blood started to flow. But then, the power under my feet seemed to disappear in an instant. I hurriedly shook my dizzy head back and forth, trying to get up.
But before I could stand up, the diving light hanging around my neck happened to shine on the blood-patterned pottery in front of me. I saw a few drops of blood on the face and head of the blood-patterned pottery. It must have been because I shook my head just now.
When it was thrown up, the bright red blood stains made the threads on the blood-patterned pottery shine brightly. Almost in the blink of an eye, a black thing like hair quickly grew out of the place where the blood stains were dripping.
This thing grew very fast, I panicked, turned around and wanted to leave, but I felt something was wrapped around my wrist. When I lowered my head, I saw that several blood-patterned pottery statues next to me had black threads like this growing on their bodies.
, has wrapped around my wrist. I can't shake it off even if I try hard. Once this black silk touches my body, it grows at an alarming rate. I am almost entangled in circles, like
It was wrapped in a large ball of black spider silk.
Not only was my body entangled, I felt a strand of black thread running along my face, mouth, ears and nose, drilling inwardly. There was no way I could stop that momentum. A strand of black thread penetrated through the gap between my teeth.
mouth, and continued to drill along the esophagus and into the stomach. The vocal cords seemed to be stuck, and finally they were completely wrapped in this mass of black silk.
All this actually happened very quickly. Zhao Yingjun was still entangled there. I couldn't see anything at all. I felt like my stomach was being stabbed by stiff horsehairs. It was very uncomfortable. At this time, I vaguely heard
When he heard Duoji's voice, he saw that Zhao Yingjun couldn't handle so many blood-patterned pottery, so he might have jumped off the deck. As soon as Duoji appeared, the cabin was filled with the strange sound of chanting curses. Anyway, it was still the same as cursing. Damn it.
Damn it, I screamed like shit.
But I felt it was too late. My entire abdominal cavity felt extremely uncomfortable, and my nose was becoming more and more clogged with black stuff. It became very difficult to breathe. I gasped for air, and every time I opened my mouth,
There would always be black stuff getting into my mouth, but at that time, I couldn't control myself at all. If I didn't open my mouth to breathe, I would be suffocated to death.
This lasted for a minute or two, and I couldn't survive. I was severely hypoxic and could hardly breathe in any air. The feeling of suffocation made me crazy, and at the same time, I was extremely panicked, but my hands and feet were covered with black silk stockings.
They were tangled up in a ball and couldn't even move, which was even more uncomfortable. The brain tissue quickly reacted due to lack of oxygen.[
I don’t know if people will have any hallucinations due to the extreme lack of oxygen in the brain tissue at the moment of suffocation, but in a trance, I seemed to see a whole cabin filled with very short little people.
Wearing ancient weapons, they raised their arms and shouted as if they were in battle.
boom……
Just when I was about to suffocate myself to death, a low muffled sound interrupted the chaotic hallucination. I felt that the black threads in my abdomen and mouth were like hair on fire, shrinking back, followed by
, the black silk in other places also receded, and I felt that my breathing suddenly became easier, and I was gasping for air.
The moment these black threads faded away, I saw Duoji. His face was a bit ferocious. He was holding a small mallet and beating around continuously. Every time he struck, he would mutter a string of words that I couldn't understand.
words. He seemed to be beating against the empty air, but this small mallet seemed to have a very unusual effect. When Duoji struck it, the black threads emerging from the blood-patterned pottery shrank back until the end.
, all the black threads disappeared, Duoji stretched out his hand and pulled me up.
But the surroundings still didn’t seem so quiet. I bent over and stood next to Duoji. He was half squatting in a toad-like posture, tapping the mallet left and right in his hand. He was obviously constantly driving away something. After a few
Minutes later, Zhao Yingjun rushed over from the other side. Although he had a rag, it was not something that could completely restrain everything. At this moment, Zhao Yingjun was in a very embarrassed state, his nose was bleeding slightly, and his clothes were torn.
There were many black spots like birthmarks all over his body. I saw a few serious black spots, as if they had been punctured by something sharp, with black blood gushing out.
"Quickly go!" Zhao Yingjun raised his hand to wipe the blood on the tip of his nose: "I won't be able to bear it any longer."
"Don't go!" Duoji was obviously stubborn, and he was determined not to give up until the place was leveled. However, the small mallet in his hand was definitely a deterrent. He knocked here and there for a while, and the eerie and evil aura came out.
Weakened a lot.
Zhao Yingjun dragged me and Duoji and ran away. The two of them protected me one after the other. Our current position was very close to the stern of the ship. After running for a few steps, we got out of the collapsed hatch and returned to the deck.
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"Damn it!" Zhao Yingjun gasped as soon as he sat down, and I felt that his face turned dark. He threw off the tattered clothes on his body, and his whole body looked like a ghost patting his back, with many dark spots.
Especially in some of the more serious places, the bleeding didn't stop, and all that came out was black blood. Duoji gave him some medicine, and I felt as if there were a few long black threads left in my stomach, one after another.
If I feel nauseated, I will pick my throat and vomit.
"This seems to be wrong." Zhao Yingjun took Duoji's medicine and applied some externally, and the blood from the wound slowly changed color. While bandaging, he said: "First, this ship may not be a Chinese ship.
I saw ancient Korean inscriptions in several corners of the cabin, and secondly, those blood-patterned pottery seemed not to be buried with them, but to be used as Yin soldiers."
This is a rather convoluted question. So far, there is no proof that they had blood-patterned pottery on the ancient Korean peninsula. If this ship is a Korean ship, then the blood-patterned pottery in the cabin below must be from China.
In other words, the design of this sunken ship and even the original blueprint plan must have involved Chinese people.
As for the use of blood-patterned pottery as Yin soldiers, it is a bit unclear. Blood-patterned pottery was originally invented solely because of the need to save people from martyrdom. Some alchemists in later generations may have improved the blessing methods to make blood-patterned pottery more effective.
There are many functions. There are so many blood-patterned pottery underground in Hanjiaji. They are actually sacrifices during sacrifices. Blood-patterned pottery is used as Yin soldiers. They are usually used to suppress evil things.
"The ancients would not have been idle and fired so much blood-patterned pottery. Since it was fired, it must have played an important role."
"Since this is a ship coffin, are these blood-patterned pottery guards of the tomb?"
"I don't think so." Zhao Yingjun shook his head, looked left and right on the deck, and said, "I still think they are all here to suppress something." [
The largest batch of blood-patterned pottery unearthed in China so far is located near Wulingyuan between Xianyang and Xingping, Shaanxi. That place contains the Maoling Mausoleum of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Of course, the blood-patterned pottery was not unearthed from around Maoling.
It is still almost 80 kilometers away from the real Maoling Mausoleum. The local villagers dug out several pottery figurines when they were digging the foundation for building a new house. And from the looks of it, it was obvious that the digging was not finished. The foundation work was temporarily stopped, and the pottery figurines were also officially removed.
The day after the pottery figurines were transported away, someone came to block the area where the foundation was located, and no other people were allowed to get close. The villagers didn’t know what it was for, so they gathered around the cordon to watch the fun. It happened to be summer at the time.
, people in the village wanted to keep cool, so they spread out mats to sleep outside in the middle of the night. As a result, in the next few days, several villagers saw an ancient-looking black carriage pulling something from the foundation late at night.
Some people are very curious, and after seeing these carriages, they chase them to find out. But with one exception, as long as the people chasing the carriages, they seem to have been beaten, with one black spot after another all over their body, although they are not immediately
Dying is even more uncomfortable than dying. I often commit evil acts and don't even recognize my own family members. I am locked in a house and have to break down the door and run out. In the end, there is really nothing I can do. Some families even use the lock-in door.
A dog's iron cage contains people. And no one can see clearly about these people, not even the doctors in the village or even the county.
People in the village are quite superstitious, and they all said that it was because they bumped into something that shouldn't have been bumped into. Ordinary methods could not cure it, and even going to the hospital was useless. In the end, they invited an old man from other places to come over and treat it with a
A whip made of wicker was whipped through the iron cage for a while, and the person was cured.
These things among the villagers did not hinder the official excavation. When several villagers were ill, a group of people from the cultural relics department stationed in the village and conducted excavation work for about a month. A total of 202 complete blood patterns were dug out.
There were pottery figurines, and some were broken. Seeing so many pottery figurines excavated, people in the village thought that there might be the tomb of some important person down there. However, there were only these pottery figurines underground in this area. Other than that,
In addition to other relics, experts from the cultural relics department also denied the possibility of an ancient tomb underneath after investigation.