Chapter 47

c "Death...it's a dead head!" As soon as I touched the two holes, I knew that the ball was filled with a skull.

A mole changed her face slightly, but she reacted better than me.

She held on and said: "Yunfeng, you are a grown man, but you are still a tomb robber. What are the skulls afraid of? How dare you kiss this thing if your second son is here."

"Start! I'll do it!" She frowned slightly and got started.

Because I had already cracked the ball open with a big crack before, she didn't expend much effort this time and it was opened by hitting it with a rock a few times.

This time it was really true. What I guessed before was correct. There was indeed a dead skull inside the ball.

Some areas of the skull have been weathered. What is strange is that there are some gilt layers on the surface of the skull. These gilt layers are scattered and do not look like words, but more like some kind of pattern symbols.

In ancient crafts, I have heard about gilding copper, gilding silver, gold hairpins, gold and silver, gold and silver wire, etc., but I have never heard of gilding technology used on the skulls of dead people.

The gilt layer around the skull's eye sockets is golden, and paired with the pure black skull, the style is quite strange.

A mole frowned and said: "In the early years, when I was helping a Chengde gang to do logistics, I saw something similar, but that thing was not a skull, but a small piece of human finger bone. At that time, the leader of the gang told me that this thing was from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Period.”

She looked up at the trapezoidal bronze vessels on the roof of the cave and said, "Yunfeng, you're pretty sure. There are dozens of these at first glance. Just smash one down and we'll study it."

"Yeah," I nodded.

At this height, I couldn't even reach it by jumping, so I still used the old method of hitting it with rocks. I specially picked a bigger rock.

"Bang!"

I hit it with the first hit. The stone and bronze collided together, making a long and crisp echo.

Hearing this sound, I already agreed with a mole's previous guess. Ninety percent of this row of trapezoidal bronze vessels are chimes.

"I'm trying harder," a mole looked up.

"Bang!" The last blow was a solid blow.

With a pop, the chime fell into the river. A mole was already prepared, and she fished it out in less than a minute.