After briefly explaining the cell phone and bracelet to Feng Danyuan, Wei Zi's eyes still fell on the box.
In addition to these two items, there is also a harmonica-like jade and a very small pistol inside.
The jade article should be a musical instrument, and I don't see any use for the time being.
As for the pistol, Wei Zi held it just right in his hand.
Opening the barrel of the gun, the bullets were smaller than those of Wei Zi's time. There should be twenty-four bullets loaded, and there were still twelve bullets left.
The bracelet and mobile phone need to be turned on to see what is inside, but if this pistol can still shoot normally, it will be a very handy weapon, especially for Wei Zi's current fragile body.
Therefore, she turned the pistol over and over, as if she couldn't put it down.
"Do you like this weapon?" Feng Danyuan asked.
"Yeah. We only have twelve bullets. Let's go out and see if we can make it." Regarding this point, Wei Zi was unsure. After all, bullets are products of modern machines.
"Okay, leave this matter to me." Feng Danyuan said.
"Thanks."
Wei Zi smiled at Feng Danyuan, her dimples were deep and touching, and she felt an itch in her heart when she looked at Feng Danyuan.
If he wasn't afraid of her getting angry, he would have kissed her again.
Not daring to look at Wei Zi's smile, Feng Danyuan opened another larger box on the couch.
It was empty, there was nothing inside.
"Empty?" Feng Danyuan asked strangely: "What are you doing with an empty box on the couch?"
The smile on Wei Zi's face disappeared. She put the pistol back into place, carefully closed the big box, and then bowed respectfully to the box: "Excuse me."
Feng Danyuan couldn't understand it more and more.
Wei Zi explained to him: "In my hometown, people are cremated after death and the ashes are placed in a box." She pointed to the box on the couch: "If I guessed correctly, that should be the urn."
During the war, Feng Danyuan also saw some tribes cremating corpses. He was not surprised by this. What he was surprised about was: "Where are the ashes inside?"
Wei Zi replied: "I think it was another person who scattered the ashes of the tomb owner into the mountains and forests or the sea and rivers. Rather than being trapped in the tomb, it would be better to scatter them with the wind and bury them in the sea. It would be more comfortable."
Smiling, she said: "If it were me, I would make the same choice. What's the good of lying in the dark underground? If it turns into dust and merges with the soil, forget it, it will become bones, what's the point?
If someone wants to dig it out, why bother?"
She has always been opposed to even putting it in a museum for thousands of people to visit.
She does not believe in ghosts and gods, but she respects the dead - a person should be respected while alive and the same after death.
Feng Danyuan looked at Wei Zi and was speechless for a moment.
This woman has given him too many surprises. In his eyes, she is like a mystery. He thought he had unlocked the first and second locks, but he did not know that there was a third and fourth lock inside.
Dao Lock, the fifth Dao Lock.
"Let's go." Wei Zi held the small box and said to Feng Danyuan.
After the two of them left the tomb, Wei Zi returned the tomb door to its original position and scrambled the code.
I thought it was a suspicious tomb, but I didn't expect that the urn of the owner of the tomb was left behind, but the ashes were gone.
fair enough.
If the ashes are still here, Wei Zi can guess what will happen: the tomb robbers will use gunpowder to blow open the stone door, and they will definitely take away the valuable golden nanmu box. As for the ashes inside, they just dump them everywhere and don't know.
Should he fall in a sewage canal, or should he fall in a place where thousands of people can trample on him?
As smart as the owner of the tomb, he probably already guessed this result.
She didn't set up any traps in the tomb. She knew that no matter how clever the traps were, they would be cracked, so she simply didn't set them up.
There are a few unique passwords for the stone gate, which more closely resemble the meaning of "waiting for the destined person".
