After collecting the equipment, Pan Zi set up a pot and cooked instant noodles for everyone.
After he distributed instant noodles to everyone, another person shared a pack of compressed biscuits. The instant noodle soup goes well with compressed biscuits!
Sanshu, Pan Zi, and Dakui were informal, finishing the instant noodles in just a few mouthfuls, and slurping down the hot compressed biscuits until they choked their throats.
Wuxie was not used to the taste of compressed food. After eating the instant noodles, he drank a few sips of mineral water to rinse his mouth and ended the meal in a hurry.
Lin Yi gave half of the compressed biscuit to Zhang Qiling beside him. The biscuit will expand when it encounters water in the stomach, and it will really explode if you eat too much.
In order not to waste it, Zhang Qiling accepted half of the compressed biscuits and put away the biscuits he received.
After simply settling the dinner issue, everyone gathered around the table to study the map.
Zhang Qiling, Pan Zi, San Shu, Da Kui and the fast-running Wu Xie surrounded the table. Standing over the only empty seat would block the light of the kerosene lamp.
So Lin Yihao kept tiptoing behind a few people, trying to find an empty seat to join in and watch the fun.
Third Uncle pointed to the abstract fox face painted on the map: "We must be here now."
Zhang Qiling agreed: "This is the place for sacrifice, and the sacrificial platform should be below."
Lin Yi looked at Zhang Qiling in surprise: Doesn't he know how to speak well?
"The sacrifices buried with him may be down here..."
The third uncle said that he would walk to the edge of the camp, squat down, hold a handful of soil, bring it to his nose and smell it: "It's buried too deep to smell it, so I'll have to shovel it down a few times to take a look."
Pan Zi immediately took out a few backpacks, which were all filled with threaded steel pipes.
When Lin Yizheng was wondering what he was doing, he saw Pan Zi connecting two sections of threaded steel pipes end to end, and then connected the shovel head.
The third uncle made a circle of footprints on the ground with his feet, indicating to Pan Zi to shovel in the center of the circle.
boom!
Pan Zi slammed the shovel into the ground, then squatted down to hold the shovel while Dakui kept hammering the shovel handle with a hammer.
Almost all of the threaded steel pipe was submerged into the ground. Pan Zi took out another section and tightened it, while Dakui continued hammering.
Lin Yi glanced around and found that the only ones free were Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie.
He chose Zhang Qiling, who looked more professional, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
"Use a Luoyang shovel to explore the ground." Zhang Qiling replied simply.
Lin Yi did not ask further questions and searched the Internet for the meaning of Luoyang shovel. It turned out that it was specially used by tomb robbers to identify soil quality.
After hammering more than a dozen sections of threaded steel pipe into the soil, the third uncle called to stop. He put his hand on the threaded steel pipe exposed above the soil and pulled the steel pipe around to feel the feel: "Yes!"
Hearing that there was something going on, Dakui asked his third uncle aside to pull out the threaded steel pipe.
He and Pan Zi worked together and quickly pulled out more than a dozen sections of threaded steel pipe.
Pan Zi took off the shovel head and handed it to his third uncle: "Third Master, please take care of your eyes."
The third uncle walked to the campfire with the shovelful of dirt, and his face turned pale when he saw it in the light of the fire.
A blood-red liquid was oozing from the soil at the head of the shovel.
Pan Zi's face didn't look good either, and his eyebrows were furrowed into the character "Sichuan".
"Ah..." Zhang Qiling exclaimed after seeing the dirt on the shovel head clearly.
"Third uncle...what should I do?" The innocent voice was trembling, and it was obvious that he recognized what it was.
Lin Yi frowned and looked at Wuxie: They are all novices, how come you know that thing too!
The third uncle threw the shovel head on the ground: "No matter what, let's dig it up first."
Pan Zi nodded and went to help Dakui unload the shovel.
Seeing them swarming over again, Lin Yi squatted down, dipped his fingers into the soil on the shovel head and fed it into his mouth.
[Material analysis in progress...]
Zhang Qiling found that Lin Yi had not followed, so she looked back and found that he was feeding something red with his fingers into his mouth.
He quickly walked over, grabbed Lin Yi's hand and pulled it out, but there was nothing on his fingers.
Zhang Qiling stared at Lin Yi seriously: "What did you eat?"
[Substance analysis completed]
[Main ingredient/Cinnabar 95%]
Lin Yi looked at Zhang Qiling and answered honestly: "95% cinnabar soil mixture, I don't know what that is."
Zhang Qiling's eyebrows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan": That thing has corpse poison, so you can just feed it into your mouth!
He pulled out the dagger and made a small cut on the index finger of his left hand. Blood beads emerged and smeared on Lin Yi's lips: "Detoxify."
Lin stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip: "Is that soil poisonous? Human blood should have no detoxification effect..."
He took out the band-aid from his coat pocket, raised Zhang Qiling's hand and put it on the wound: "Don't hurt yourself for others, please always put yourself first."
Zhang Qiling looked at her fingers wrapped in band-aids and said, "Put yourself first at all times." The young and soft voice brought warmth after a long absence.
"Ask me if you don't know." Zhang Qiling put down his hand and turned towards his third uncle and the others who were working.
[Excessive unknown blood components/Analysis failed]
"I can't analyze it. No wonder he said it can detoxify... What kind of poison is there in the soil?"
Lin Yi glanced at the shovel head on the ground and did not try to analyze it again. He turned around and walked towards Uncle San and the others to watch the fun.
Pan Zi and Dakui kept shoveling, inserting sticks into the holes in the red soil to mark them, and soon a rough outline was drawn on the ground.
"Third uncle, the outline of this tomb is a bit strange." Wuxie used his professional expertise to figure out the clue: "The Warring States tomb does not have an underground palace, but this one does. It's so strange."
The third uncle raised his arm and kept measuring with his fingers: "The cinnabar soil has been broken out, so that's right..."
He put down his left hand, leaving only his right hand. He raised his thumb and closed his left eye and looked along his thumb: "Brother, it would be a big loss if you don't come to see if you are here."
"Yes, Young Master, it will be dark if we don't take action!" Dakui was ready to move with the shovel in his hand, waiting for Third Uncle to confirm the position.
The third uncle walked to the opposite side and stepped on it with his foot: "This should be where the back wall is. Let's punch in from here and have a look."
Pan Zi handed the other shovel he was carrying to his third uncle, and Dakui also walked over. Like groundhogs, the three of them quickly dug a deep hole as high as one man.
Lin Yi moved two steps to the left: "How can Wuxie and his third uncle determine what the things underground look like just based on the outlines on the ground? Don't you need specific parameters?"
Zhang Qiling nodded: "If you're familiar with it, you don't need it."
Lin Yi was a little surprised: "There are so many tombs from more than 2,000 years ago!?"
"Yeah." Zhang Qiling responded lightly.
Lin Yi didn't feel that he was being perfunctory, and continued to wait for his third uncle and the others to dig a hole. He was a little excited for the first reverse fight.
Suddenly, Dakui's head popped out of the hole: "Little Third Master, it's done below!"
After saying that, he got in again, and Wuxie quickly carried his bag and went down.
"You first." Zhang Qiling asked Lin Yi to get off first.
Lin Yi took the medicine box off his shoulder and handed it to Zhang Qiling: "The glass medicine bottle inside will explode if you throw it hard. I'll go down first and you can hold it and pass it to me."
"Yes." Zhang Qiling nodded and took the medical kit to reassure him.
