Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272

There are taboos in every industry. I threw away the contract and wanted to wash my hands, but unfortunately there was no water.

This thing is equivalent to a house purchase contract signed between a living person and the underworld, and can also be understood as a document for the underworld.

I remember that there were a lot of these things in the Literature and History Department of the Hebei Museum. The one was written with a brush dipped in cinnabar. The lower part was in the style I just saw. The upper part of the handwriting that could not be seen clearly should be "The King of Hell". Letter of complaint."

I took out my lighter and lit this thing, bad luck.

The fire burned, and Lao Zhang had a look of pity on his face. He only saw money in his eyes.

"Come on, stop looking. Why are you so dazed?"

Lao Zhang came to his senses and hurriedly handed me the hammer.

The tomb door is not a solid piece of wood, but is made up of six square logs arranged in a row. I used a chisel and hammer to break open the middle square log, and then I looked inside.

The main tomb was very dark, and as the flashlight light spread inch by inch, the darkness was dispersed, and the situation in the tomb could be roughly seen clearly.

The main tomb chamber where the owner of the tomb is buried covers an area of ​​about 30 square meters. Above it is a roof made of green bricks. A layer of dry yellow moss grows between the cracks of the bricks. If the moss grows, it proves that water has entered the tomb in the past.

Besides, this is a crop field, and the villagers may still water it.

I held up the flashlight and moved slowly to the left. Finally, the flashlight beam was fixed on a row of coffins.

There were five ancient coffins, with their big heads facing west, side by side in the corner. Four of them were seriously deformed and completely flat. The coffin in the corner looked intact, but it was also covered in dust.

I thought to myself, "Is this...could it be the family tomb of a wealthy person in ancient times?"

The situation of "five coffins and one room" is not unheard of, but it is very rare in Sichuan and Tibet.

I patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder and pointed to the top of the tomb.

Lao Zhang understood what I meant. He suppressed his excitement, ran quickly to the end of the tomb passage, raised his head and barked like a dog at the robber hole.

"Woof."

Soon, in response, there were two meows from above the cave entrance.

"Meow meow."

The cat's meow was learned from his wife, which means that the surrounding area is safe and there is no problem.

"Let's go, take the cloth bag and prepare to open the coffin."

I threw the bag in first and then got in. After I stood firm, I was about to open the bag when I suddenly saw a yellow light from the corner of my eye behind me.

"what are you doing?"

I saw Lao Zhang taking out a white candle from his arms and lighting it. He stood the candle in the corner of the tomb and said, "I heard someone say before that this is the rule for touching the gold captain. We must abide by the rules."

I'm too lazy to care about him, just click on it, just to shine a light.

Pushing open the coffin lid, Lao Zhang and I looked inside at the same time.

Half of the coffin was filled with black mud, and there was a strange, unpleasant rotten smell.

We call this special smell "coffin smell". I took a deep breath and a smile appeared on my face. It's this smell... better than the smell on girls.

Seeing my intoxicated face, Lao Zhang asked: "What's wrong, brother?"

I said you don't understand.

This kind of smell proves that the tomb has not been opened since it was first laid and buried. Moreover, the "black mud" seen in the coffin is also a good thing. It is all kinds of clothes, silk, longevity quilts and other organic materials that the deceased wore during his life. Formed by the decay of silk fabrics.

If there is no such black mud when opening the coffin, there are generally two situations.

The owner of the tomb was too poor to afford it, and it had been stolen.

"Come on, Lao Zhang, hold on to your pockets."

"Oh my God, what is this! Human thigh?"

Seeing me pull something out of the mud, the fellow villagers were shocked.

"What the hell is a human thigh? This is a bottle. The elephant leg bottle from the Liao and Jin Dynasties is also called a chicken leg bottle."

"I've never seen it before. How much is this worth?" Lao Zhang hurriedly opened his pocket.