Ghost blows the lamp world, the ancient tomb of the Jin country.

After putting on the equipment, the people began to build the burial chamber in large numbers.

The area of the burial chamber is not large, at most 30 square meters, it seems to be designed according to the living house, there is a main room, a back room, and two ear rooms. The place where we came in happened to be an ear chamber, and the coffin of the tomb owner was parked in the middle of the main chamber.

There was no tomb bed, a shallow pit was dug in the middle of the main chamber, and the black coffin was placed in the pit, half exposed on the top, which was a tomb within a tomb.

In the corner of the main chamber were several skeletons, the skulls were dented and cracked, with obvious marks of blunt hammering, probably from prisoners or wives and concubines used for burial.

The four of these corpses were not interested, especially when Yingzi saw that there was still a corpse that would get up and eat people.

Lin Chen used a flashlight to shine on the four walls, and suddenly, a rather beautiful mural appeared in front of the four people.

The figures in the painting are simple and lifelike. The colors are still vibrant, but as the air enters the burial chamber, it doesn't take long for the frescoes to fade.

After a few more glances at the frescoes, the four of them wandered around the chamber to see if they could get something of value.

However, the two ear chambers are filled with porcelain pots and pots, and the back chamber has four horse bones and some armor and weapons, and there is nothing superfluous.

There was no way, and several people could only focus on the coffin in the middle of the tomb.

After all, the entire burial chamber has been seen, and there are no valuable burial items, so I can only focus on the coffin.

The coffin of the tomb owner is not small, it is mahogany black lacquer, painted with gold ornamentation, the color and shape are very strange, which should be related to the national totem of the Jurchen people.

Hu Bayi stretched out his hand and patted the coffin, and then felt that there was no mechanism or anything like that.

He took out his sapper shovel and inserted it directly into the crevice of the coffin.

Lin Chen and the fat man also took out their sapper shovels and inserted them to help Hu Bayi.

With the joint efforts of the three of them, the coffin made a kakakaka sound, and then the gap between the coffins gradually widened.

Changing positions, the three of them lifted the nails on the coffin one by one.

The tomb is very dry, the tomb wall is very waterproof, the glazed tiles on the head are not seepage, and most of the rainwater in the savage ditch is absorbed by the leaf litter, so there is a lot of dust in the coffin.

Thanks to the swallows who got them a few gas masks, otherwise the fat man and Hu Bayi would probably be stunned.

The fat man wanted to push the lid off the coffin.

However, Hu Bayi fooled him a few words, saying that there would be cows, ghosts, snakes, gods and something in some coffins.

Not to mention, the fat man was really fooled by Hu Bayi, and retracted his hand that was already on the lid of the coffin.

When the fat man went to the tomb, he asked Hu Bayi many times if there were any cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in the tomb.

Now listening to Hu Bayi's flickering, the fat man really believes a little.

The fat man was a little better, but Yingzi asked tremblingly, "Brother Hu, are you talking nonsense?" You can't joke around in this tomb. ”

Lin Chen smiled and walked directly to push the lid of the coffin open.

Lin Chen didn't push the coffin lid to the ground, but just pushed it half open and carried it on it.

After all, if you push it away, it won't be easy to clean up for a while.

A tall male corpse is lying inside, the moisture of his corpse has evaporated, leaving only the purple dry skin wrapped in the bone frame, after nearly a thousand years, this is already relatively well preserved (like the wet corpse unearthed in Mawangdui, Hunan is extremely rare, there is no one in a thousand miles), although the facial features are collapsed, the eyes and nose have become black holes, but the face is still vaguely recognizable, about forty or fifty years old, wearing a crown facing the sky, wearing a red gold silk embroidered robe with blue edges, wearing cloud boots on his feet, and his hands on his chest.

In general, this person is a short-lived ghost, who died at the age of forty or fifty, and belongs to the short-lived category of people in any era.

Lin Chen shook his head, and then said, "The owner of this tomb is quite handsome, but handsome is useless, just a short-lived ghost." “

Hu Bayi swallowed his saliva, although he had seen a lot of dead people, but it was the first time for him to go down to the grave to turn over the corpse, and he felt a little excited.

With a horizontal heart, Hu Bayi folded his hands and bowed to the ancient corpse in the coffin three times: "We lack food and clothing, so we have no choice but to borrow a few licensed goods in exchange for some small money, don't blame you for offending, anyway, you should have gone to heaven and heaven, you should go to the earth, and you should go wherever you want." Dust to dust, dust to earth, money and jewelry are all things outside the body, you don't bring them in life, you don't take them with you in death, and it is useless for you to leave these possessions. After we take it, we will definitely use most of it to repair bridges and pave roads to improve people's lives, learn from the best examples, distinguish between love and hate, and take a firm stand......"

“.............”

Before Hu Bayi could speak, Lin Chen said: "Ahem, old Hu, you can't be a college student, your eloquence is quite good." ”

Lin Chen didn't say it casually, what Hu Bayi said, Nima really couldn't make it up without any culture.

Hu Bayi smiled awkwardly, most of these words were in the half of his ancestral book, but he changed the version.

Lin Chen teased Hu Bayi or two, and then began to check the funeral items in the coffin.

There are some porcelain pieces that are not very fine in it, some porcelain is a little better, with beautiful pictures on them, and some porcelain is just a smooth porcelain vase.

But Lin Chen knew that no matter whether these things had pictures or paintings, they still had value, after all, they were also antiques handed down thousands of years ago.

Lin Chen directly put all the porcelain bottles in the coffin into his storage ring, and then continued to look at the other things inside.

"Lin Chen, what are you doing with these rotten bottles and cans? These things are worthless. ”

The fat man looked at Lin Chen with disgust, saying that what kind of rotten jar can he didn't care about money.

Lin Chen smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, when the time comes, we will share the money together, you must know that these porcelain bottles placed in the coffin are not the clay pots that accompany the burial outside, those clay pots are not valuable, but these porcelain vases are different, if you are lucky, if you meet someone you like, a porcelain bottle can be bought for thousands of yuan." “

Lin Chen is not wrong, porcelain is the least likely to depreciate antiques, and it is also the most prone to depreciation.

If it is well preserved, the price is a price, and over time, the price is only higher.

But as long as you stumble and look forward to a little bit, the price will plummet several times or dozens of times in an instant.

Although the porcelain in this coffin is not the best, it is well preserved, and the price will definitely not be low.

The fat man didn't care much about it, anyway, he just felt that this thing was not very valuable, and it would definitely not be much when the time came.

As a result, apart from some porcelain, the only things that looked valuable inside the coffin were the two pieces of jade in the corpse's hands.

Lin Chen didn't do anything perfectly, as Hu Bayi said, he left a few porcelain vases without pictures for the tomb owner.

But Lin Chen knew that after a while, these porcelain vases would become his own again.

Since Lin Chen had wasted a little time selecting and collecting the porcelain vase, when they were about to close the lid of the coffin, the candle in the corner had already been extinguished.

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