"Throw it away quickly. Are you a beggar carrying that thing to prepare for the New Year?" Liu Yushan glanced at the head.
"That's right, it's not a good thing," Mr. Liu threw it aside casually.
Researcher An had no head and his body was no longer moving. Although it was decapitation, what was puzzling was that there was not much blood on Researcher An's neck. When he looked closer, he found that there were faint signs of knotting in his wounds.
After looking at the small glass bottle, she obviously didn't believe it. She didn't believe that this medicine could make the corpse come back to life.
Mr. Zhao from Xiangxi was still grieving over the rope. He couldn't help but sigh: "Old Zhao's family has been eating the dead for generations. Unexpectedly, one day, the corpse-tying rope handed down from my ancestors was destroyed in my hands. I am unfilial, unfilial...
..”
Seeing him sighing uncontrollably, I couldn't help but said: "Master Zhao, it's not that I don't believe you, but what kind of rope do you think you have? What kind of rope is it? It breaks as soon as you pull it. It's not strong at all! I don't think it can tie anything up.
live."
"Alas...junior, you don't understand, you don't understand." Mr. Zhao silently picked up the broken rope and stuffed it back into his bag.
"By the way, Miss Yao, were you not injured just now?"
"I'm fine, nothing serious."
"That's good, you take a rest." He looked at the big guy and said in a deep voice: "When things have come to this point, the end is about to happen. We can't just give up halfway. Yunfeng, keep digging."
Without saying anything, I picked up the tornado shovel and continued digging. I only dared to look at the ground under my feet, not daring to look at Researcher An, whose body and head were separated.
At this time Liu Yushan said: "Are you two tired? How about I ask my friends to come over and help?" I knew that the friends he was talking about must be those mandrills.
"No need, Brother Liu," I shook the cyclone shovel in my hand, "Your friends are probably not as tall as this shovel, so how can they dig the soil? We appreciate your kindness. Burrowing holes is our strength. Just look at it.
Enough."
Liu Yushan nodded and did not interrupt. On the contrary, Mr. Zhao, the exorcist, seemed to talk too much. He kept asking me how the medicine in the glass bottle was made, where it came from, what ingredients were in the medicine, etc.
The only ones who know the ingredients and production methods are Researcher An and the others. Now that all three of them are dead, where can I go?
I was a little impatient when he was asked, so I lied and told him that it was actually corpse oil, which was made from the bodies of dead people. Don't ask me about the specific method. I don't know. If you want to ask, Mr. Zhao.
Ask Liu Jiansheng and Xiao Tuantou, they will definitely know.
"Oh...that's it," the old man thought for a moment without saying anything.
The thief's hole went deeper and deeper, so Baotou and I jumped in to dig, and shovelfuls of soil were kept being thrown up.
"clang."
Suddenly, the cyclone shovel on his head hit some kind of metal object. No one else was talking and the surroundings were quiet. The sound was very harsh.
"Is it shipped? What is it?" Sister Yu ran over and asked.
Scratching the dirt with his head, he pulled out a rusty bronze vessel from the pit. This bronze vessel had a strange shape. It stands to reason that I have seen many bronze vessels before, but this was the first time I saw one with this shape, and I didn’t recognize it.
what is it call.
This is an oblate bronze vessel with a lid. The lid is sealed, and some kind of animal pattern can be vaguely engraved on it.
Just looking at the shape of the device, this thing looks a lot like the kind of hand warmers that people use when plugging in electricity nowadays. The state of preservation is not very good. I feel like it will fall apart if someone touches it lightly.
