The "little head" female corpse lowered her head and hugged her tightly.
Brother Yu was getting closer. He grabbed the iron jar with both hands and pulled hard!
Pulled out.
There was no jar in the female corpse's hands, but she still kept her arms folded, but her body was rising and falling slightly with the flow of water.
Brother Yu followed the same example and moved the other one. Unexpectedly, the female corpse was not held so hard. Brother Yu pulled it too hard and the body was pushed forward, with her head pressed against Brother Yu's face.
Dou Sprout was close, so he kicked over and kicked the body away.
At this time, he pointed his head at the corpse and then at the top of his head.
Understanding what he meant, I looked around carefully and saw nothing else, then I made a gesture to the head.
We started to swim upstream with the iron jar, and then Dou Sprout swam over and pointed at the large and small stone sculptures lying on the bottom of the water.
I shook my head, meaning I didn't want that thing, but Dou Sprout didn't listen to me. He swam to the end, picked up the smallest stone sculpture, and held it in his hands while swimming upstream.
It's dark here.
Above our heads, at the sinkhole of the waist pit, two flashlights kept flashing, like beacons in the dark, guiding us in the direction.
Dou Sprout was originally the last one because he was picking up rocks, but he swam to the front in the blink of an eye. On the contrary, I was not very good at water, so I was the last one holding the iron jar.
People went up one after another, and I finally turned back and took a look underwater.
Because the iron house was filled with water, and washed by the water, the two female corpses hugged each other, their heads pointed towards me, as if they were looking at me.
I didn't dare to look at it, so I immediately turned back and floated up.
When I reached the waist pit, I stretched out my hand and Brother Yu pulled me up.
He went up to the tomb and took off his mask. Everyone was gasping for breath. Only then could he say a word.
Dou Sprout twirled the water from his hair and said, "What was that just now? Did you all see it just now?"
"I know the white thing is probably mercury, but what is the red thing that looks like blood?"
"Also, Brother Yu, you scared me just now. The female corpse's head suddenly hit your face. I thought I was going to kiss you." Douyazai said with lingering fear.
"towel."
"Yunfeng, wipe it too, I'll wring it dry."
I took the towel Xiaoxuan gave me, wiped my head vigorously and said, "Yazi, those white things are indeed mercury. In ancient times, mercury was impure, so it would not melt into the water. As for the liquid that is like blood...
"
"Tell me, boss, is that the original coffin liquid?"
He wrung his head and dried his clothes and said, "It should be that the original coffin liquid can prevent corrosion. Otherwise, even if the seal is good, the female body will not be preserved underwater."
"Um...."
"Brother Ka, what do you think? Are you okay?" I turned around and asked.
There was still some redness left on Lao Ka's forehead. He said: "It's okay. I don't feel there is anything wrong. I don't believe the rumors of some people in the industry."
Lao Ka is also an insider, and he has a reason for saying this.
Original coffin liquid is also called original coffin liquid. The formula is a mystery and it has a strong antiseptic function. Not much of this original liquid can be preserved. Most of it has turned black due to the passage of time, impurities such as rainwater and the like.
No one really knows the ingredients of the formula. I heard that there are dozens of ingredients, including water, mercury, red cinnabar, Chinese medicinal materials, ground horseshoe powder, and reportedly pickle juice, etc. Some people in the industry say that the original coffin liquid is poisonous.
, although Lao Ka was wearing a mask and sunglasses, he was still sprayed on his face, so I asked him to be concerned.
Lao Ka said that he was fine and that he should be able to wash his face with washing powder when he went back.
A few years ago, some people collected this kind of raw coffin liquid, filled a Coke bottle, and sold it for five to six hundred yuan, and the higher purity liquid could be sold for 800 yuan. These people collected it through channels, and finally sold it at a high price.
into the hands of intellectuals engaged in research.
There is something that locals know but outsiders don’t know. In the Warring States Ancient Tombs at Fenghuang Mountain in Jingzhou, Hubei Province, in the tomb No. M168, the corpse in the coffin is better preserved than the female corpse in Mawangdui because of the original coffin fluid.
At that time, the archaeological team used washbasins to collect six large basins. When they went to the house in the morning to look, they were gone. All the coffin fluids in the six large washbasins were stolen, and no one has been arrested so far.
After resting for a few minutes, he raised his head and said, "Yunfeng, show me that iron jar."
The casting process of this iron jar is rough, the mouth is sealed, and there are no carvings or patterns around it. It looks ordinary no matter how you look at it. Because it is made of iron, it is relatively small. If the material is bronze, it looks like the lowest level of civilians.
Bronze ware can be sold for up to 600 yuan, but no one may want it.
Xiaoxuan's knife was the sharpest. She held the iron jar with her head and fiddled with it for a while, then pried open the sealing layer and exposed the mouth of the iron jar.
"Huh...."
He shook his head in surprise, because the mouth of the iron jar was too small, just a small eye, and the eggs couldn't fit in, and even the quail eggs were choked.
He suddenly said: "Is this... a pot of gold?"
I was stunned, and when I looked down, it seemed that it was true.
A gold jar for the second burial.
So what's inside...the bones of Chen Hugong?
I picked up the jar with my head and shook it. I could hear a slight noise coming from the jar. There must be something there.
I went into the water to get a closer look.
At this moment, a voice came from behind.
"Are you...are you itchy?" Xiaoxuan asked.
"Yeah, it's a little itchy." Lao Ka said.
I looked back and saw Lao Ka scratching his face hard.
He first scratched with one hand, then switched to scratching with both hands, harder and harder, faster and faster.
