Chapter 17: Losing conscience, the humanoid spittoon
"Human bowl?"
Seeing Liu Shiba say this, Cao Xiong seemed to remember something and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Zhou Shida, who was standing behind Liu Shiba, narrowed his eyes and looked at Cao Xiong with his ears raised.
"I didn't expect that such a heartless thing as a human bowl would appear."
Cao Xiong sighed horribly.
"Old sir, I haven't asked you yet, what is this human bowl?"
Zhou Shida asked curiously.
Cao Xiong glanced at Zhou Shida, turned around and asked:
"Eighteen, how much do you know?"
"I just know a little bit, but it's not very detailed. It is said that the human bowl is an extremely evil thing that appeared in China from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
At that time, some nobles would train several or dozens of female slaves from childhood.
When the female slaves reached the age of thirteen, they were tied to pillars and funnel-like conduits were forced into their mouths, which is the trumpet-like bronze instrument we see in the mouths of the nine corpses now."
Liu Shiba's tone was deep and he explained slowly.
"What's the use of a loudspeaker? Is it an enema to eat?"
Zhou Shida asked strangely.
"That's right, these slaves rely on it to eat. They don't need to eat or chew. They just pour it in. This kind of trumpet is fixed on the head and cannot be removed by oneself."
Liu Shiba smiled bitterly.
Zhou Shida smiled when he heard this and said:
"I didn't expect that the ancients had nothing to do and came up with this method. Could it be that the female slaves didn't know how to eat by themselves?"
Cao Xiong looked at Zhou Shida strangely and said with a gloomy face:
"The function of the human bowl is not only to allow you to eat smoothly, but its main function is to swallow the owner's excrement, feces, urine, phlegm, etc.
At night, these human bowls kneel beside the master's bed all night long. When the master gets up at night, he reaches out with the trumpet on his mouth to catch them, making sure not to miss a single bit. During the day, another set of human bowls follow the master."
"Ugh...stop talking, it's too disgusting!"
Hearing this, Zhou Shida retched in his throat and felt heartbroken.
Liu Shiba also had a distorted face, trying not to think about the horrifying scene, and kept pressing his right hand on his throat.
"According to what the old gentleman said, wouldn't being a slave of the human bowl be worse than death?"
Zhou Shida glared at Cao Xiong.
"Wrong, these people are loyal to their masters and will never betray them, because these people have been brainwashed since they were young and have been loyal to their masters their entire lives.
From the time when the owner begins to generate yang energy, that is, at the age of eight, they begin to officially become human bowls, which they regard as an honor."
Cao Xiong looked at the nine strange corpses in the culvert and said lightly.
"Old sir, why is this kind of allusion not recorded in history books? Are you making it up?"
Zhou Shida stared and asked shudderingly
"How could such a cruel thing be recorded in history books? Human bowls are actually popular among some royal families or nobles, or some wealthy people may have some in their homes."
Cao Xiong touched his extremely neatly trimmed goatee.
Having said this, the three of them remained silent and looked at the people in the culvert with gloomy eyes.
Faintly, a dark wind blew...
That feeling made Liu Shiba very frightened, as if he was being watched while urinating in the toilet, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
Zhou Shida's face turned pale, he glanced at Liu Shiba and asked:
"I guess there's more to this evil thing, right? Otherwise, the old gentleman wouldn't have stopped those migrant workers from going down the culvert."
Cao Xiong glanced at Zhou Shida in surprise, nodded gloomily and said:
"I can't say for sure, but I do know that this human bowl has another function after the owner's death, which is to strengthen the body and preserve Yang."
"Consolidate the roots and preserve the yang?"
Liu Shiba turned his head curiously.
"Yes, in fact, this is the real function of the human bowl. You must know that the excreta in the human body are considered by the ancients to be the yang energy in the body.
Since the owner was young, all Yang energy has been swallowed and absorbed by the human beings he raised.
That is to say, from childhood to death, all of this person’s yang energy exists in those human beings, and these human beings are actually another self, or clone.”
Cao Xiong explained with a gloomy face.
"Consolidating the foundation and preserving Yang? Could it be that the function of preserving Yang is to restore Yang after death, that is, to resurrect the dead? I would like to ask the old gentleman to clarify my doubts. The younger generation is all ears."
Zhou Shida was stunned.
"You finally guessed it. In fact, this is what the ancients meant. After the master dies, these human bowls that have followed the master since childhood will be buried together, but they are buried alive. They believe that the master will be resurrected through these human bowls."
Cao Xiong turned his head and smiled sinisterly.
Zhou Shida took three steps back, heartbroken!
At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the Culvert Ancient Tomb.
"This ancient tomb has never been robbed. Many complete bronze vessels were found in the main tomb chamber."
"Hahaha, now I'm rich."
"There are a lot of cultural relics in the main tomb alone, and there are definitely more inside the coffins."
Hearing cheers coming from inside the culvert, Director Zhao, who had been standing above the culvert, was eager to go down and take a look.
"Shida, don't you want to go down and have a look?"
Before going down, Director Zhao geared up and glanced at Zhou Shida.
"Ah? I'll forget it, just look up there."
Zhou Shida glanced at Cao Xiong anxiously and declined politely.
He is not a fool, he saw yesterday that this old man's fortune telling is not simple.
Now that he heard the allusion to the human bowl, he was even more afraid to go down. If there was something valuable inside, Director Zhao would sell it to him. He would risk his life if he couldn't do it like a mouse or a cat...
Liu Shiba glanced at the shameless Zhou Shida, turned around and looked at the culvert again, and asked in fear:
"Old Cao, do you think someone will die here?"
Cao Xiong nodded, stretched out his fingers to do some calculations, and said slowly:
"Do you see that the bones of the nine human bowls are black? In fact, it is a kind of poison.
Imagine for yourself that you have been eating feces and urine all your life since you were a child. The toxins in those feces have long been immersed in the bone marrow of the human bowl.
It may not matter if they are buried deep in the ground. As long as they are exposed to air, these bones will weather quickly, and the poison in the bones will be emitted into the air in the tomb."
Zhou Shida then said strangely:
"So, everyone who enters the tomb will die?"
Cao Xiong sighed and said:
"People die for wealth, but birds die for food!"
Liu Shiba said curiously:
"These people's crimes are not worthy of death. In fact, we should not ignore them until they die."
"Hmph! Do you know that fate is determined by fate? If you stop them from going down, you will reverse the destiny. Then this kind of cause and effect will be transferred to you. Are you willing?
For example, if I helped you calculate a lottery ticket yesterday, do you know that your vitality will be severely damaged? If you don’t cherish your life, you can call them to come up, but they will be dead too, it’s too late!”
At this time, the tomb was still filled with joy, and the heavy three-story stone coffin gradually opened, revealing a dark red coffin wrapped in charcoal and lime.
"Opened, opened..."
"What did I see? It's unbelievable."
"This is a tomb from the Three Kingdoms period. Why are there no bones in it..."
Faintly listening to the cheers of the people in the tomb, Cao Xiong's eyes narrowed to a slit, his nose twitched a few times, he took a deep look at the culvert in a daze, and said lightly:
