Since they were working separately, there was no need to get together. They each took a shovel, opened the nearby coffin and dug out the oil. Yue Guanchao was digging out the oil by himself when he heard a cry from the hillside high up. He Seeing Song Siyuan kneeling on the ground in disgust and vomiting acid water, she already knew in her heart that she had touched something unclean.
He quickly put down his work and ran to her side with Tang Dayang. He lowered his head and looked at the coffin. In addition to the walls full of corpses, there was also a corpse that had been rotting for decades. Even the moisture in the coffin was gone. After drying, only the black dried meat was left, entangled by the vines of the corpse, as if it had been sucked dry by something.
Yue Guanchao picked up the shovel and shoveled the corpse a few times. The bones were brittle and the meat was loose. The clothes had weathered into strands and fragments. They could fall apart and break apart at the slightest movement. Judging from the overall condition, it must have been dead for at least several decades. If not for the The coffin delayed the weathering time and had long since dried into a handful of broken bones.
"Ugh~"
Even if the bones and flesh of the corpse were completely dried, there was an unpleasant smell of death. Song Siyuan was suddenly frightened and smelled the smell of death again, and her stomach couldn't stop turning.
"I asked you to follow me, but you had to pull the coffin by yourself. Now it's okay."
Yue Guanchao and Tang Dayang were about to restore the coffin lid to its original shape. Song Siyuan seemed to have thought of something and stopped them: "Wait a minute."
Then, she straightened up and suppressed her nausea, and stood beside the coffin and said, "Do you feel that this corpse mushroom is similar to the cave we saw in Changbai Mountain? Ganoderma lucidum is also combined with the human body to produce some kind of biological reaction. "
These words reminded Yue Guanchao that if these corpse mushrooms are regarded as petri dishes, then these corpses are indeed the source of nutrition, and then the grease flowing out of the corpses is the result. This is actually seven or eight times the same as that of the Yin corpse fish. They are so similar that if the Ganoderma lucidum were larger, they would be the same thing.
"It's not difficult to guess. If you think about it, the Yin Corpse Pigling was set up by the Chao family. Maybe Li Yuan's descendants learned these things from the Tang royal family, and combined them with the Bei clan's pigging technique to create Infernal corpse fish, this is not strange."
Yue Guanchao became smarter this time. There were too many secrets in the Chao family. One more thing and one less thing didn't matter at all.
"Song Qianjin, it's already noon. It will take these people half a day to succeed. We have to dig out the grease quickly to prevent time from passing by."
Time waits for no one, Yue Guanchao and the others closed the coffin and looked for other coffins. When the sun passed noon, they gathered a large bucket full of grease.
After returning to Old Man Tang's house, the old man had built a stove with stone strips in the yard, and mixed wet mud with straw and pasted it outside the stove. As the firewood burned, the yellow mud was dried and the moisture solidified. It turns into a hard shell, and a simple stove is set up.
"You are back, hurry up and get the ointment."
Old Man Tang heard the creaking sound and knew that they were back. Tang Dayang sent the wooden bucket to the stove. When the pottery pot sat on the stove, the old man started to pick up the shovel, rubbed it and threw all the grease in the bucket into the stove. The earthenware pot, by the time the barrel was scraped clean, the earthenware pot was almost full.
He stopped for a moment and took out a palm-sized white cloth bag from the kitchen. The strong smell of medicine could be smelled from a distance.
At this time, the grease has been completely melted by the heat of the pot. The pot is full of dark oil and water that is not very hot yet. It is emitting a slight smoke, as if it is old oil that has been used hundreds of times. The smell is extremely unpleasant. Strictly speaking, It doesn't smell bad, but it feels uncomfortable when it enters the nose. It seems to be stuck in the nostrils and makes it difficult to breathe.
"This smell is too bad~"
Yue Erpao had already covered his nose.
Old Man Tang stirred the oil and water, and the white cloth bag gradually sank into the earthenware pot. As he stirred, he said: "The coffins in the back mountain are made of fine sandalwood, which can remove odors and absorb dirt. The smell of these ointments is purified by the sandalwood." It has improved a lot. If it were the grease stored in ordinary wood, it would have stun us all a long time ago. There are too many impurities in human flesh and blood. After decay, the smell will be unpleasant. Once the corpse collectors come into contact with the rotting corpse, they will smell bad. The smell won’t go away for several days.”
"You little girls, if you don't want to smell all over your body these days, go to the backyard first. If you want to take a look, put on your honey locust clothes. You won't smell."
Yue Guanchao looked aside, and there were a lot of rattan clothes placed on the mouth of the well!
They looked like the robes and mandarins of the previous dynasty, covering from the collar to the calves. They were made of soft bamboo strips and had a layer of grassroots stuffed inside. A few people were afraid that the smell of corpses would be left behind, so they hurriedly removed the honey locusts. He put his clothes on his body and covered his mouth and nose with a white cloth soaked in spices, which made him feel better.
After the temperature of the pottery pot came up, the oil and water finally changed from bubbling to boiling, bubbling like lard. Once these bubbles burst, water would float out of the pot. Old Man Tang took out the pot lid and opened the mouth of the pot. It was covered tightly, leaving only the two openings of the pot lid open. They were about half a hand high like chimneys, from which white mist kept coming out.
