The corpse was about seven feet eight inches long, shoulders like an ape, arms above the knees, but its outfit was quite strange, and a sense of déjà vu swirled in Mu Zifeng's brain waves.

Could it be? Mu Zifeng remembered something, staggered, took a few steps back, and a question came out of his mind:

Isn't that a mountain ghost?

I saw that on the head of the corpse, he was wearing a bronze helmet, and the corpse was not completely decayed, some places were covered with flesh and skin, and some places were bare with white bones. There are six-inch-long, extremely sharp nails on the bones of his hands, and a glistening rib scimitar in the tiger's mouth, which is highly similar to the appearance of a mountain ghost.

The mountain ghosts crawled out of the coffin, and the mountain ghosts rampant on the ghost song hill were released by these tomb robbers?

The questions that appeared one after another were really unbelievable for Mu Zifeng, who had limited information, and it was difficult to understand the mysteries. So, he leaned over to the coffin again and looked down at the corpse.

The surface of the corpse has metamorphosed into dark black, and the whole body of the corpse and the bottom of the coffin are attached to black granular crystals, Mu Zifeng twisted a few of them, put them next to the tip of his nose and smelled them, and rubbed them back and forth with his index finger and thumb, to his surprise, the granular form was actually mercury.

"This is actually ......" Mu Zifeng was shocked, and couldn't help but shout: "Mercury dried corpse!" ”

"Brother Feng, did you find something terrible again?" Zhao Zichuan was already trembling like chaff, and he lowered his eyelids, for fear of snooping on something unclean.

"Brother Chuan, you just squat there and continue to clean up!" Mu Zifeng comforted: "There is nothing scary, there are so many people here, it will be fine!" ”

Zhao Zichuan nodded and didn't ask any more.

Mu Zifeng moved his gaze to the coffin again, and when he saw the dried corpse of mercury, he remembered more stories.

The mother purpose of making dried corpses is naturally to never decay. As everyone knows, the mummies made by the Egyptians are famous all over the world. In fact, in our country, there are also methods and technologies for preserving corpses.

High-end products, such as golden jade clothes, Tang poetry Youyun "persuade you not to cherish the golden clothes, please cherish the youth", the golden clothes and "youth" are comparable.

In reality, the golden jade robe is a high-grade burial object that can only be enjoyed by the princely level, and the person who wears it for burial is said to be able to never decay.

The preciousness of the gold-threaded jade clothes and the regulations of ancient tombs were not items that ordinary people could enjoy, and for those slaves who accompanied the burial, the tomb owner had a more cruel method.

That is, while they are alive, they are fed with drugs, and when they are unconscious, they dig a hole the size of a copper coin in the top of their heads, pour mercury into it along the hole, and then soak the corpse in mercury for 7749 days.

Forty-nine days later, the dried body of mercury was hung in a ventilated place, and when it was dried and put into a coffin, a dried corpse of mercury was made, and it is said that the dried corpse of mercury can remain immortal for thousands of years, lifelike. But in Mu Zifeng's opinion, even if they are immortal, they are extremely resentful, after all, they are too unjustly dead.

For their appeals, the tomb owner can turn a deaf ear, and their pain is far less than the tomb owner's selfish interests.

Some ancient tyrants often liked to make their royal guards into mercury dried corpses to protect the emperor's tomb, so that they could still be surrounded in the underground world and protect his dream of being an emperor forever.

I remember when I was studying at Chang'an University, I listened to Professor Wu explain the specific production process in class, which caused him to not eat lunch that day.

The first time he saw the dried corpse of mercury in reality, Mu Zifeng felt not only disgusted, but more angry. The loyal master's family slave was cruelly made into a mercury dried corpse by the ruthless master, and ended up in tragedy.

What is the point of these people desperately protecting their masters?

If he was in the archaeological team, Mu Zifeng really wanted to carefully study the dried corpse of mercury in the coffin, but now there was no way, there were black silk jackets with guns standing everywhere at the bottom of the pit,

There is a piece of jade pendant and three or four pieces of horseshoe gold in the peach wood blue. Mu Zifeng had to keep taking out the treasure from the coffin and putting it in the basket. He knew that if he hesitated a little, the black silk coat would knock the butt off the gun, and he could only take out the precious burial goods first.

Although this kind of behavior is extremely disgraceful, it is tantamount to robbing tombs and digging graves, but Mu Zifeng must endure it now, the only thing he can do is to try not to destroy the unearthed cultural relics. Because at the same time of anger, Mu Zifeng, an archaeological intern, was also a little excited: with this huge burial pit alone, it is not difficult for him to imagine that the underground palace of the tomb owner is not as luxurious as the Dragon Palace?

Protecting cultural relics is not an empty word, since you are in prison, do your best to keep the cultural relics intact, otherwise what is the difference between them and tomb robbers?

At the bottom of the coffin, Mu Zifeng took out more than a dozen horseshoe gold one after another, and it seems that as a burial companion, this person was also quite rich during his lifetime.

Cleaning up to the area of the right arm of the dried corpse, Mu Zifeng moved the arm of the dried corpse, and a nine-inch long porcelain appeared in front of him.

Mu Zifeng tidied up the shackles to prevent smashing the precious and fragile porcelain bottle. He carefully took out the porcelain and held it gently in his hand, as if holding a newborn baby.

Squinting his eyes and concentrating on the light, Mu Zifeng used a suction brush to brush away the dust on the porcelain little by little, and a gourd-shaped bottle-shaped porcelain appeared in his eyes.

The porcelain vase is blue and smoky throughout, with brown spots on the edge of its mouth and shoulders, a ribbon-like pattern decoration on the abdomen, and three small feet on both sides.

On the wall of the bottle is a picture of a hunting horse, and the knight on the horse wears a bronze helmet, exactly the same appearance and dress as the corpse in the coffin, he is holding a rib scimitar, and his expression is leisurely, obviously playing.

Combined with the firing style of the porcelain vase and the characteristics of the line-like figure painting, it is not difficult for Mu Zifeng to judge: this is the celadon of the Great Wei Dynasty.

The Great Wei State was a dynasty that ruled the Central Plains 1,500 years ago, although the Great Wei State was established by the Liaodong ethnic minorities who came to dominate the Central Plains. However, its emperor actively absorbed the Han culture and vigorously promoted the policy of sinicization, which was passed down as a good story in history.

In that era of great integration, the nobles of the Great Wei Kingdom wore Hanfu, ate Chinese food, learned Chinese characters, read the "Analects" and "Spring and Autumn" under the green lantern, banned fireworks and ate cold food during the Cold Food Festival, they not only rode horses and archery, but also picked mulberry and farmed, and their life customs were no different from those of the Han people in the Central Plains.

"What's the fuss? Do you want to be lazy, dead animal! The black silk short coat that was watching behind him saw Mu Zifeng holding something and stared at it for a long time, so he scolded impatiently.

"Uncle, this is a porcelain vase, clean it up slowly, you can take care of it, take care of it." After experiencing things in society, Mu Zifeng became more and more tolerant, and he knew that if brute force could solve the problem, Zhang Fei would have killed Cao Cao a long time ago.

The black silk coat snorted and didn't curse again.

Focusing on the porcelain vase again, Mu Zifeng flipped to the bottom of the porcelain vase to see if there was a model, but heard the sound of liquid flowing from the bottle.

Hey, is it in the bottle? Mu Zifeng moved his gaze to the mouth of the porcelain bottle in confusion. He noticed a spiral-shaped cap on the mouth of the bottle, and when he twisted the cap, something strange happened:

A rich, mellow aroma wafts through the nose.

Fixed his eyes, through the narrow mouth of the bottle, Mu Zifeng spied that the bottle contained a yellow-green liquid, and before he could take a closer look, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and a burst of white vapor came out, drifting into the air and disappearing.

At this time, the feelings of remorse filled Mu Zifeng's heart, because of the twist of his hand just now, the fine brewing water that had been sealed for thousands of years quickly evaporated after encountering the fragrant air. Mu Zifeng blamed himself, he shouldn't have been so curious, causing the thousand-year-old elixir jade liquid to disappear in one fell swoop.

In desperation, he could only put the porcelain vase in the mahogany basket.

From the morning to the afternoon, Mu Zifeng had not finished cleaning up the items in the coffin, and the sweat had soaked all the tattered clothes. Zhao Zichuan, who was squatting on the side of the coffin, although the "grinder" had been grinding all morning, he really couldn't bear it, his body swayed, and he was about to faint on the ground.

"Ahhh......h

A few sharp cries suddenly echoed at the bottom of the tomb, Mu Zifeng followed the sound, next to a coffin thirty meters away, several people who worked pulled their legs and fled from the coffin, and the surrounding crowd also dispersed like a frying pan, leaving the excavation and cleaning post.

"All back, all back!" The black silk jackets brandished their rifles, forcing everyone back to their excavation and clearing posts.

"Murder, murder ......"

When everyone was forced back to work by the black silk short coat, a middle-aged man with a bare body and shackles roared through his throat, and rushed over in a panic "Wow Wow Wow", and was about to bump into Zhao Zichuan, who was "grinding foreign workers".

It was too late, it was too fast, and before Mu Zifeng gave Zhao Zichuan a warning, there was another sound in the flat ground.

"Bang ......"

Mu Zifeng's heart tightened, it was the sound of bullets whistling, someone had shot!

The middle-aged man stopped, didn't say a word, and fell straight forward to the ground.

Only ten meters away from Mu Zifeng, Mu Zifeng clearly saw a wooden sign tied to the middle-aged man's arm, which read "327".

"Master Dog said, if you dare to talk nonsense, he will end up." Dashan jumped out of nowhere, and he blew the smoke rising from the barrel of his Browning pistol, and said coldly, "Throw him into the river!" ”

The two men in black silk short coats immediately carried the middle-aged man's body away.

"Keep working!" With a gloomy face, the mountain tucked the Browning pistol into the pouch at his waist.

Mu Zifeng, who was back to work, asked in his heart: "What happened just now?" A middle-aged man runs out of control? He remembered the conversation between Jiuzi and the bald Ah San, the grumpy dog master, including the ruthless mountain that suppressed the field, all of this, there must be something unspeakable and weird.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mu Zifeng heard the two people cleaning the coffin next to him discussing in a low voice:

"How many did you kill that thing?"

"The ninth!"