There was sweat all over his head. Because of his fever and nervousness, the sweat dripped down from the corner of his brow and dripped to the ground.
Xiaoxuan said that after putting it on, she slowly pulled her head outwards to soften the crutch needle. She pulled it out for about tens of meters, but she couldn't pull it anymore.
He raised his head and gasped, "Wen Bin, you have great strength in your hands, come on."
Brother Yu took it and pulled it, but it didn't move.
He put his head aside and said: "Because the inside is curved, our normal force will be offset. After you tighten it, use explosive force to pull it outward instantly. Do you understand what I mean?"
Brother Yu nodded and took two deep breaths.
After wrapping it around his hand twice, Brother Yu's veins popped up on his forearm. He groaned and pulled it out hard!
Due to excessive force, Brother Yu took several steps back.
Suddenly there was a snap! It was like glass breaking.
Xiaoxuan ran away quickly and waved her head to us to step back and stay away from here.
When we stepped back a few meters, we saw the small oval crystal glass door. There were constant popping noises inside. A crack centered on a point and began to spread to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The cracks spread inch by inch. This process lasted for more than a minute and then stopped.
"Okay...alright?"
Dou Sprout couldn't help but swallowed and asked.
A flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said he would try smashing it now.
The oval door that had been fine with explosives before was extremely brittle this time, just like ordinary glass. After a few light touches with a pointed hammer, a big hole opened in the door, and many broken pieces fell in.
We kept enlarging the hole until it could finally accommodate a person.
It looks amazing, but in fact it is a very simple mechanical principle. The little tail protruding from the corner of the door is a flaw. Rupert's Tears is just what foreigners call it now. Ancient Chinese craftsmen had this a long time ago.
Anyone who dabbles in this aspect and does research may be able to find clues from the ancient bamboo slips of Tiangong Kaiwu or the Kao Gongji of the Warring States Period.
The seventh Vajra Wall opened, and Dou Sprout looked excited and raised his feet to get in.
He immediately stopped his head and said: "Don't worry, this place hasn't been opened in I don't know how many years. There may be insufficient oxygen inside. Let's ventilate it for ten minutes."
Dou Sprout took his feet back and said, "Yes, let it ventilate, there is no oxygen in it."
After waiting outside the door for more than ten minutes, we picked up our bags, put on our headlamps, and climbed in one after another.
"hiss...."
The first thing I felt after coming in was that it was cold, dark and low in temperature.
I grabbed my headlamp and turned my head to look back and forth.
This tomb is very high-ceilinged and may have an area of 40 to 50 square meters. There are vague traces of ax chiseling on the walls. The ground is empty, and there are no bronzes scattered all over the floor as expected.
What is placed in the middle of the tomb chamber looks like a coffin in outline, but not quite like a coffin.
Why do you say that? Because it is made of mud, a big ball of mud, and the surface is dry and cracked.
Mud coffin!
Just sitting there all alone.
Dou Sprout scratched his head and walked back and forth and said, "Where are the bronzes with the inscriptions? There are no jade pieces either."
I stared blankly at the things in front of me. I had never heard of or seen this type of ancient coffin. Could it be that when Chen Hugong was moved from the underwater iron tomb at the bottom of Longyang Lake, he was buried in this clay body by his descendants?
In a coffin?
"Look!" Ah Chun suddenly shouted.
We followed the beam of Ah Chun's flashlight and looked up.
A hole was dug in the wall, and I saw a coffin four or five meters above the ground, completely stuffed into the wall hole.
The coffin was slightly exposed and was badly weathered. The reflection of the flashlight might indicate that it was a stone.
Who is this?
A clay coffin, a stone coffin, who is this? Is it a man or a woman?
With his head and brows furrowed, he looked up and said nothing.
