Late at night, there was a strong wind outside the tower, but the mountain rain had no intention of stopping, and instead it became heavier and heavier.
I woke up from a nightmare. As soon as I sat up, I suddenly saw someone standing by the door. I was startled.
"Uncle Fu? Uncle Fu!"
"What are you standing there looking at?"
At this moment, the wooden door opened a gap, and the rainwater blew in.
Hearing what I said, Lao Fu closed the door gently, then turned around and said, "Are you awake? It's okay, I can't sleep. Just look at the rain."
I woke up when I heard the door closing.
"Brother Fu, what's going on with you..." I asked him about my head.
"It's okay, I just opened the door and got wet. It will dry up after a while, haha."
Seeing Lao Fu smiling and finding a towel to wipe his hair, I said, Uncle Fu, your coat is soaked through. Why don't you take it off? It's uncomfortable to wear it. After that, I still want to help.
"Need not!"
Lao Fu held my wrist and said calmly: "No need to bother, no need to take off your clothes. I just woke up when I heard footsteps, so I opened the door to see if anyone was coming. Didn't you hear it?"
We are sleeping on the tower now. This place is so big. Where did the footsteps come from?
"Is it the sound of raindrops? Uncle Fu, did you hear it wrong?"
Lao Fu pointed to the top of his head with one finger: "No, I did hear footsteps above just now. It seemed like... someone was walking above."
I immediately looked up.
The two small doors above cannot be accessed due to height reasons. I didn't hear the footsteps, but Lao Fu said he heard them. Could there be someone above?
At this time, Tuotou suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, none of us heard it. Brother Fu, you must be too nervous and heard the sound of rain as footsteps. There is no one else here except us now."
"Well... I guess I heard wrong. I just looked through the crack in the door for a long time, and I really didn't see anyone."
He raised his head and nodded with a smile.
Seeing the head smiling, I frowned slightly.
In the past few years of following Baotou, I have never guessed his thoughts, but I understand that Baotou has a habit.
No matter what his plans are, he usually won't tell anyone. No one can guess what he is thinking until the last moment.
In the early morning, when the rain stopped, we climbed down from the ladder to check the status of the hole.
After looking at it, Dou Sprout scratched his head and said, "I'll go, Fengzi, did it rain last night? Why is the cave filled with water?"
Xiaoxuan rolled her eyes at Douyazai and said, "When did you not sleep like a dead pig? You only eat and sleep. I saw hail and you didn't even know it?"
"Holy shit!"
"Zhao Xuanxuan! You are a dead pig! How dare you talk to me like that!"
Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement and were about to fight again, I quickly stopped them and said, "Okay, stop arguing and go get the bucket."
It rained all night, and there was water in the cave. There was no water pump, so I had to use a small bucket to draw water. Only a few buckets were removed. I found out why the water in the cave turned red?
It's not a particularly red color, it's a light red color that's slightly more noticeable under sunlight.
"Head, look at this water..."
He thought for a moment, frowned and said, "It rained heavily last night. Maybe the diluted cinnabar seeped out through the cement layer. It seems... we are not far from the coffin."
Cinnabar is relatively common in tombs and usually appears near coffins. Neither Tou nor I felt anything strange about it.
In the past, old tomb robbers believed that sprinkling cinnabar on the tomb had two functions. One was to further isolate the air and protect the coffin, and the other was to suppress bad things, such as "suppressing corpses." (The latter is mostly seen in folklore.)
In addition, there used to be a word called "blood tomb". To put it bluntly, it refers to the red cinnabar tomb, which is not that mysterious.
"How much diesel do we have left?" I asked.
Dou Sprout looked at it and replied: "There is not much oil left. I think it can still be used for half a day."
long time.....
Once the generator runs out of oil, it will be useless, and then the electric hammer will be useless. If you don't see the coffin before the oil runs out, you will be in trouble.
"Seven meters plus two meters..."
I frowned and murmured: "It's almost ten fucking meters. We haven't reached the bottom yet. How can it be so deep?"
My original expectation was that it would be about 6 meters, and when I hit the bottom, it would not exceed seven meters.
Keep fighting, you only have one chance, no matter what you do today, you will see the coffin.
The stone tablet excavated yesterday has been put away. It is a worthless thing, but in our eyes the most valuable thing is gold and silver.
There was still water up to the knees in the cave, so we ignored it and rolled up our trouser legs to dry. We just needed to be careful with the hammer drill.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Dou Sprout and I took turns to do it one meter deep. At this time, the water level that had reached our knees slowly dropped, and it seeped down through our broken cement blocks.
At this time, the depth has exceeded ten meters, which is almost close to the depth of the Western Zhou Tomb.
Dou Sprout suddenly made a noise and said, "Hey? Fengzi! Why the hell did the white mud come out again?"
I looked down.
The general white paste mud is very viscous and feels sticky when you hold it with your hands. This one is a bit strange. It is white in color, but it is neither sticky nor sticky. It is a bit hot to the touch.
I couldn't figure out what this was, so I guessed that it might be because the soil in Sichuan is alkaline, causing the white paste mud to deteriorate.
Ignore this and keep going.
After working for more than ten minutes, Dou Sprout and I saw at the same time that a piece of black rotten wood suddenly leaked out of the gray cement block.
It looks like a coffin.
Dou Sprout shouted excitedly and was about to touch it.
"careful!"
"Don't move yet!"
"Did you smell something?"
Dou Sprout sniffed his nose and said, "Yes, it has a pungent smell, a bit like the smell of my uncle's sweaty feet."
"I know Fengzi, it smells like wood, it's the smell of rotting nanmu coffins!"
"No...even if the nanmu is rotten, it will still smell good in the tomb, but it won't smell like this."
This taste...
"damn it!"
"Hurry up! Hurry!"
A possibility suddenly occurred to me, and I shouted wildly at Dou Sprouts!
"Hurry up!"
Seeing me like this, Dou Sprouts panicked and climbed up directly.
"Damn it! Can you hurry up!" I urged him loudly and urgently.
Watching him climb up, I was sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and hurriedly grabbed the rope.
As a result, I had just climbed one meter up when I suddenly felt dizzy. My whole legs, including my feet, were no longer in control, and I had no strength at all.
With a pop, I fell down hard.
I had auditory hallucinations.
Like someone whispering in my ear.
Moreover, many people were whispering quickly and lowly, but I couldn't hear clearly what these people were saying.
I couldn't breathe, so I used all my strength to turn around and look.
I saw.....
The small section of the rotten coffin leaked out of the cement and began to bleed. Scarlet blood flowed out more and more.
"Hey hey hey..."
"Hehehe...hahaha!"
Looking up, I saw Baotou, Douyazai, Lao Fu, Xiaoxuan and Brother Yu, all of them gathered around the entrance of the thief's cave, looking at me and laughing crazily.
I wanted to shout for them to come down and save me, but I couldn't move. They just looked at me and smiled without speaking.
He laughed so hard that he burst into tears. He smiled while wiping his tears.
At this time, a voice in my heart told me: "Xiang Yunfeng, hold on, this is all an illusion."
