I felt a little uncomfortable coming face to face with a dead person from two thousand years ago.
But the Sun brothers are different. I don't know what they are thinking, but I can get a glimpse of it from their expressions.
Sun Laosan looked at the bones in the coffin, sighed and said: "Ashes return to dust, dust returns to earth. I don't mean to offend you when passing by your place. I'm sorry to bother you. I hope you can be reincarnated as soon as possible." He bowed his hands to the surrounding coffins.
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"Be careful, don't run into these coffins. Let's go forward and take a look. It's really strange. Why can't we see the mustard coffin? Could it be that the main tomb coffin has gone to heaven?" Sun Laosan continued talking.
Lead the way.
The boy was young at heart, and the Sun brothers were used to seeing dead people. They called those bones white chocolate, but I was different. I was still frightened. After all, there were dead bones and rotten coffins everywhere.
I lowered my head and didn't dare to look around, and I didn't dare to express my anger.
Only a few minutes after walking, we saw a small stone tablet standing on the ground, with vague words on it.
He squatted down and used a flashlight to illuminate it, and stretched out his right hand to wipe the thick layer of floating dust on it.
"What is it written about?" A mole asked.
Sun Laosan shook his head, "It's still six stacks of seals. I can't understand them at all, but I guess the records recorded in the six stacks of seals should be related to these female martyrs." He turned his head and glanced at the coffins behind him.
At this moment, a mole suddenly screamed, startling everyone.
Boss Sun hurriedly shined his flashlight over, "I'm so surprised, Xiaohong, what are you doing!"
A mole came to us in two steps, his face pale.
"Yes...someone touched my butt just now!"
"It's a human hand! Not a bone! I can feel it!" After saying this, her face turned a little pale.
Boss Sun protected a mole behind his back. He frowned and followed the direction of the mole and shined his flashlight in it.
"Hands...hands...big brother's hands!" My sharp eyes were the first to see it.
Where the mole had just stood, there was a coffin behind her. The coffin was cracked open, and a dead man's arm that had not yet rotted was hanging limply beside the coffin.
The arm was highly decomposed, and there were many gray-colored maggots crawling in and out.
Sun Laosan covered his nose and leaned over to take a look. When he saw it, his face turned ugly.
The corpse in the coffin, judging from its outline and clothes, should be that of a man. The clothes were obviously of the modern style. Then, Sun Laosan covered his nose with one hand and pinched out a small bronze medal with a belt buckle on the waist and crotch of the corpse.
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Taking a closer look, I saw three characters engraved on the front of this small copper plate.
"Zhi Guo Chen."
Sun Laosan looked through the bronze medal carefully, then turned and glanced at Sun Laosan.
Boss Sun nodded gloomily, "It's from the south..."
From the intermittent conversation between the two, I learned a little bit of information.
Among the two factions of tomb robbers, the northern faction has the upper hand and is responsible for selling rice, soil construction, logistics and earth scattering. In contrast, the southern group of natives have a different approach. They are responsible for finding tombs.
People are called Zhiguo, and before the Qing Dynasty, they were called Yuanliang. The nature of this job is the same as that of our northern sect's boss.
