Sacrifice is an essential step in the construction of any fortification.
Just like in our modern life, countless high-rise buildings are rising from the ground, but before laying the foundations of these high-rise buildings, cattle and sheep must be killed to burn incense and worship the gods to ensure safety and success.
The fat man studied the mural very seriously, and he looked completely different from his usual image. Normally, he didn't have the patience to do so. He just listened with his ears and whatever I said was what he said.
I understand his situation at this time. He is looking for a professional thief by his side. Coupled with the previous lessons, he is afraid that he will miss it at a glance and be picked up by Boss Sun again.
So he looked and touched, pressing all the raised parts on the murals with his fingers, for fear of missing any detail. After finally making sure that there were no small treasures hidden on these murals, he suddenly realized that no wonder the shape of the statues was so strange. The sand terracotta warriors are also made of men and women. Isn't this a shemale!
As a man, you want to have breasts, but as a woman, you are afraid of not being able to ascend the throne. This Angry King, oh no, should be called Angry Wang Lao Nai, she is really amazing.
"That's Wu Meiniang, and Queen Wu doesn't either..."
The fat man also wanted to comment on this female emperor in history, but was interrupted by Boss Sun.
"Brother Fatty, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but can I say a few words?"
Don't call me brother when you go out, walk ten miles more. After being rescued by Fatty, Boss Sun's attitude changed.
He said, there is a very good saying, money speaks, but the truth is silent. We don't care whether they are men or women. If there are good treasures, we can just take them. I saw a lonely incense burner lying there in the corner. Why don't we go and have a look together? Maybe we can still find it.
The fat man had long seen the overturned incense burner. The incense burner was about the size of half a watermelon, with rusty patina all over the body.
As usual, the stove itself is very valuable and should not be ignored by everyone. Although this stove is not too big, its weight is overwhelming, and its condition is already worn out. Carrying it on your back right now is not what a smart person should do.
And the fat man knows my temper. This trip is not to seize treasures, but to save people. The fifth brother Long next to him is heavily poisoned. If he keeps an eye on the treasure along the way, he may break his good brother's heart.
Although the fat man was curious, he openly rejected Boss Sun. The fat man thought that apart from the ashes left by burning the furnace thousands of years ago, what other gold bars could there be in a broken incense burner?
Boss Sun rubbed his hands and said, "Since you all look down on me, I'll do it for you."
He ran over in small steps, held up the incense burner and took out half a roll of something covered in ashes. Boss Sun gently shook it and blew away the ashes on it.
What he saw in front of him made Boss Sun look puzzled, and he, a monk of two feet, was confused. "What is this... department? Why does it seem to have a word? Brother Cao, you should be in charge of it."
I stepped forward and touched it with my hand. Judging from the material, it should be a parchment book. Most of the parchment book was burned, and the remaining contents were also smoked into a mess.
Having been in the antique business for so many years, I have dealt with the restoration work of broken Yin books and other things no less than thirty times, and I have naturally accumulated a lot of experience in my hands. This kind of situation is not surprising. I just need to apply the secret potion and use it. Special methods can completely restore the above content. (Yin Shu refers to this situation. Although the content is recorded on the material, the original meaning is unclear and missing.)
I happened to have this potion on hand during this trip, and with the attitude of giving it a try, I fiddled with it for nearly half an hour and finally revealed most of the contents. I have to say that this product is really fresh. It was my first time to carry out restoration work in the tomb, so I was naturally a hundred times more energetic. This kind of recovery method is considered a special skill in my industry. It is best used to repair treasures. If you have other thoughts, it can easily be related to fraud, so I won’t go into details.
Although only half of the parchment was burned, it did not affect the expression of the content at all. What made me feel very wild was that what was recorded in it was actually a "Diary of a Broken Love", which was a woman's crazy love for the King of Angry. In the end, he took the poison and died, just like a disulfiram-like reaction, which is cephalosporin mixed with wine.
It is recorded on the parchment that the woman was so desperate that she resolutely ate phosphorus-free fish after swallowing nepeta. This was the root cause of her death.
Nepeta is originally a medicinal material, but it is recorded in many medicinal books: Nepeta flowers are put into fish soup, and those who eat them will kill people. It is clearly stated that Nepeta should not be mixed with fish, especially fish without scales.
The ancients still did a lot of research on suicide. It is difficult for doctors to heal themselves, but it is easier to find ways to die quickly. It can be seen that the owner of the parchment scroll has conducted in-depth exploration and research on various medicinal materials, and it is not impossible that the identity of the palace medical woman is possible. Although her meal of fish, meat and nepeta flowers didn’t have the same quick and strong reaction as pairing it with wine, it was definitely a low-pair version!
In this case, her identity as a medical woman is even more appropriate. After all, the imperial doctor around the emperor is the one who knows the emperor's body best. It is completely reasonable for her to know these secrets.
It was a worthless thousand-year suicide note, and Boss Sun was extremely frustrated.
"It's all nonsense whether I love you or hate you. It only shows that this doctor has no professional ethics. The emperor is also a human being. He engraved the patient's privacy on the wall. If it were in my daughter-in-law's hospital, she would definitely be expelled. La. Let’s think about how to get through this Gui Ming Valley, there may be a big wind outlet ahead.”
Boss Sun was still a little unwilling to give up. He threw down the incense burner and walked around behind the altar table like a hunting dog, keenly smelling the scent of the open utensil.
Avril clasped her hands together. No matter what, an infatuated woman is always worthy of respect. She looked at me again and continued, let alone a woman who is so obsessed with an emperor.
Unprepared, Avril suddenly bowed to the altar table.
She put her hands together and bowed in a very pious manner. It didn't matter what she was thinking at the moment. What mattered was that she had just stood up when the altar table in front of her suddenly made a "click" sound!
It seems that the altar table is about to split in two!
Boss Sun raised his hands in the air and said to us loudly: "Don't look at me like a black guy. I'm so stupid. I didn't move anything!"
The fat man didn't believe it at all. He said to Boss Sun: "You didn't notice that our Western friends were praying like this. What are you doing? To use people's words, you are such a poor person, you are not good at all!"
As soon as the fat man finished speaking, suddenly there was a series of stirring sounds from the chain under the altar table. I don't know who accidentally touched some mechanism!
Boss Sun was so frightened that he rolled over from behind the altar table to among us like an old monkey. And he promised loudly that it was definitely not him, and he didn't have time to do anything!
The sound of the iron chain stirring became faster and faster, and a crack appeared under the altar table. This crack was at least two feet long, getting bigger and wider. In the blink of an eye, the shaky altar table fell completely into it and fell. It became countless small pieces.
We were all frightened, fearing that several cold arrows would suddenly be shot out from the surroundings, or some poisonous mist and gas would be sprayed out. We hurriedly put on the gas protection equipment, held the weapons in front of our chests with both hands, and got into a fighting posture.
After a few short seconds, I found that I was feeling okay in my heart. I was not as nervous as I was in the corpse formation. The rice dumplings had no expiration date and became more and more violent as I got older. But things like mechanism traps are different. They have a shelf life. After all, thousands of years have passed. It doesn’t matter whether they can be triggered. Even if they are triggered, I think it is the end of the war.
The sound of the chain stirring finally stopped, and the crack stopped expanding. The final shape was a neat rectangle, not deep. There was a corpse lying inside, and a sickle-shaped metal ring was imprisoned at the throat of the skeleton, like Arched stone bridge. The hands and feet of the corpse were nailed to the spot.
This is definitely not suicide!
Avril was very surprised and said: "This is very similar to the way vampires are executed in the West."
The fat man said: "You are really good at talking. Let's just say, how could there be dirty things from the West in the East thousands of years ago?"
Avril said: "It can't be said to be dirty. Vampires are not a secret in the West. There is a complete recorded history of the vampire family, which can be traced back to more than two thousand years ago."
The fat man smiled and said to me: "Old Cao, this Comrade Xiao Wei said that the medical women in the ancient Dian Kingdom were vampires. If this vampire wants to die, she has to eat catfish stewed with nepeta."
I don't think it's funny, and I don't want to talk about bullshit vampires. My head is about to explode right now. Whose is the half-rolled sheepskin that's been burned? Why didn't you even have time to wait for it to burn out? And why bother setting up an altar table? What on earth were they trying to suppress here thousands of years ago?
If the speculation that the doctor woman committed suicide is overturned, the surrounding murals and all the previous 'natural' inferences will be rubbed and thrown back into the fog!
I pointed to the strange corpse and immediately said to them: "I hope everyone can figure out one thing. Who is this altar table for?"
