"Yes, this dirty work has to come to you and me, but I can say it first, if there is any treasure in it, then I will swallow the fat man alone, and no one will want to share it with the fat man this time." The fat man took my wetsuit, tied it a few times, and wrapped it tightly around his arm.

I looked at the fat man with disdain, and with great effort I moved up and again, the fat man's feet on either side of the bottom of the pit, and his wrapped arms poking into the rancid liquid.

After a few seconds of holding my breath and almost thinking the corpse would pounce, the corpse unexpectedly didn't move, and the fat man grabbed the corpse's shoulder, and it didn't feel like it was a rotten corpse or just a skeleton of bones.

The putrid liquid tumbled, and two more smoke bubbles appeared, and then the upper half (shēn) of the corpse was lifted out of the putrid liquid by the fat man. Half of the corpse was still in the bronze shell, and the fat man jumped back two steps flexibly, and the corpse was pulled out of the bronze lump with a stream of putrid liquid.

The steps on one side can be regarded as a buffer, and the slope of the bronze pit is impossible for us to stand, and the corpse is stable when placed on the steps by the fat man.

"Damn, there really isn't anything for the fuck, this poor ghost, he didn't even have a coffin when he died, and he used a dung tank as a coffin. It's really fucking unlucky, I knew it was this business, and I wouldn't do it, grandpa. The fat man complained, and threw the corpse on the steps, the corpse was of normal shape, not shriveled, but still somewhat full.

The corpse (shēn) was covered in black-green putrefusal fluid, but it could be seen that the corpse was wrapped in a rag-like substance. The corpse had a mask on its head, and the mask enveloped the entire face, and the door of the head did not fall, covering the top of the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The linen cloth that wrapped the corpse was not strong, unlike the mummy's, and the loose feeling was like the clothes it was wearing, but the thing had no opening, only a head was exposed, and it was a sack containing the corpse.

The corpse was pulled out of the bronze shell, and the putrefaction made a grunt, as if because after the corpse was dragged out, something was pulled and hit the bronze wall.

The fat man's eyes lit up, and he didn't look at the corpse again, and while the thing wrapped around his arm didn't let go, he stuck his hand into the rotten liquid again. There was still some depth in the bronze shell, and the fat man couldn't do it, so after touching a few handfuls, he poked his hand out of the rotten liquid.

He was clutching a disc in his hand, which was full of black-green liquid, and the disc was also a little uneven. The fat man wiped the contents off it, and it didn't matter if it was wiped, but at this moment I just poked the flashlight over, and the light and the disc were fixed together, and in an instant, a beam of white light flashed out of the disc.

It took me a few seconds to realize, it was a mirror, a bronze mirror. I swept the fat man with the light, and the fat man turned to look at me, "Why hasn't this thing rusted yet?" The fat man wiped it again, and the light was not straight, but the white light was still bright. The bronze mirror is like a full moon held in your hand, and the cold white light is breathtaking.

"The sword of King Goujian of Yue has been buried for so long, and there is no rust, this thing may be similar to that sword, it is all iron, and it is coated with something rust-proof."

The fat man weighed the metal mirror plate in his hand a few times, and then turned it over again, and there were no green rust spots on his back, all black patches. There's no way to tell what material this thing is made of

, soaked in the putrid liquid all the time, even copper, the blue-blue rust will be soaked black.

"No, it's full of feces and maggots, what do you put in it, it will rot every day or two. Hiss...... That's not right. The fat man said half a sentence, and gasped suddenly, he glanced at the corpse puddle and me in a row, and finally his eyes were still on my face: "This thing is strange, the inside of the copper lump is closed, and the copper lid is buckled." Flies can't fly in here, and you just say that you can pick up a broken iron that doesn't rust, but these maggots, where the hell did they come from? ”

As soon as the fat man asked, I remembered this incident, it is not a strange thing to see maggots in the coffin in the ancient tomb, it can be said that as long as it is a whole corpse, not a bone frame, the rotting corpse will definitely have maggots. When some rural elders are buried, they will also place special pieces of bran rice for maggots, which is a normal phenomenon under common sense, and it is not surprising.

But there is a problem with maggots coming out here, the copper shell must have been cast and sealed thousands of years ago, and the corpse could only have been put in at that time. The process of decomposing the corpse is about half a year, and after a year, it basically decays into white bones. Maggots are born about three weeks to three months after death, and when the shēn is consumed, the worms scatter and run away. But generally the coffin is tightly sealed, and those insects will die after a week without food. It's a copper shell, it's sealed reliably, and you can imagine what happens inside. So, either the copper lump was hung in it not long ago, or the bugs have lived for at least two thousand years.

The former is impossible, and one of them is the traces of the copper bumps, all of which are rotten protrusions, which are the result of the humidity of the air. There is absolutely no way to seal between the big copper bucket and the bronze pit, and when the copper bucket is closed, a lot of moisture will gather inside. It's easy for moisture to get in, but it's hard to get rid of it. Now this copper lump is not completely rotten, and it is also his knowledge of the proportion of mixed materials.

Well, that's all for it, it's not that there are no insects that can live for thousands of years or even longer, but there are almost no things that we humans (ròu) can see.

"Long, immortal." I was in a moment of cerebral convulsion, and I was casually smiling. But as soon as these words came out, we both stopped talking and looked at the tightly wrapped corpse together.

It is said that eating Tang Seng (ròu) can lead to immortality, it is said that if this insect eats someone who will not die, what will be the result, so recently, we also imperceptibly believe in this ghost saying.

"The old ghost is still alive, fatty, you are not wrong, this pool is full of and urine, and the old ghost has been here for thousands of years." I was sick for a while, and my mind was full of all kinds of thoughtless thoughts, but now I had to point the finger at the corpse, unwrap the package, and see if the bread here was a living person.

I raised my eyebrows at the corpse, the fat man was embarrassed and snorted at me, this guy wanted me to come, I waved my palm twice, and the fat man's face was angry: "Damn, let you come again, it's not fair, once the mirror is broken, this business is not worth it." ”

"Not yet." I patted my waist, and in the homemade waterproof bag hanging from my waist, the bracelet was still sitting safely, unbroken, and it was a complete ring.

"Hey...... Fat man, I admit it. ”

With a vicious curse, the fat man climbed up the steps from the side, and he stood on it, holding the dagger he had retrieved in his hand, which had been inserted into the gap in the mask.

I only heard a clatter, the metal mask cracked, and fragments rolled off the oblique copper wall.

The mask was thrown off by the fat man and fell into the pool of rotten liquid, I felt a little sorry, and hurriedly shouted, the fat man glanced at it: "It's not gold, this thing is too brittle, there is no luster in it, it's just a piece of rotten iron, thanks to your fat man, I can still see it, if it's gold, can I still let him fall?" ”

We both fixed our eyes on the corpse's face, but the color of the face made our fur chill. Not only was that face not decayed, not even a single patch of discoloration. The whole face was as white as paper, and the metal mask was very close to the face, without any gaps, and no rot leaked in.

The stolen goods wrapped in the fat man's hands have been shaken off by him, I don't know what he means, he slowly stretched out his hand to the face of the dead body, and I stopped with a shout: "Don't do it, this face is so white, whiter than powder, you have a sticky hand poison, don't regret it." ”

"No, I always felt that this face, not a fucking human face, it was like a ......," the fat man said, his fingers touching the corpse's face. As soon as the tip of his finger touched, he immediately pulled his hand back.

"I say, don't move, it's been dead for thousands of years, and whatever it is, it should become a poisonous sore. When the poison hair needs to cut off your arm, I can help you. ”

"It's not a face." The fat man didn't answer my words, he didn't stop immediately, and directly struck the corpse's face with the tip of the dagger. There wasn't much noise, but I could hear the sound of metal touching stone.

I looked at the fat man suspiciously, waiting for him to reply, but he didn't say it immediately, but leaned over with his hand first, and stabbed the corpse directly into the ear with a dagger. The corpse's head was glued together, and it was impossible to see clearly, and when the fat man popped in front of his hand and stabbed into his cheek, he heard the fat man scream.

"It's really not a face, it's a mask, hehe, it's a piece of jade, so white, it is estimated to be a whole piece of Hetian mutton fat jade." The fat man's voice changed, and he was extremely excited, and his subordinates were hurriedly thinking about how to take off the jade mask.

I also took a closer look, and the flashlight light was opened by me, and now this white color is a little different without white light, slightly thicker than the (nǎi) color, and the white light reflects (shè) just now, and the face like white paper is also much warmer.

I didn't bother to touch this thing, but I also thought it was a jade mask. It's not surprising to think of it, we were wrong, and we didn't think of this at the first time, the coffin also has five layers and three seats, and it is understandable that the funeral vessel that clings to the corpse (shēn) has a few more layers.

At this time, we both nervously paid attention to the jade mask, the fat man was worried about the mask for fear of damaging the harvest, and I waited nervously to see what kind of face this corpse looked on.

Just when the tension was getting thicker, the master suddenly shouted a few words above, and the voice echoed in the bronze pit (dàng), and it took me a long time to hear it clearly, and the master shouted repeatedly: "Two, regardless of whether you have the dark weapon or not, let's hurry up, this place ...... Something is wrong with this place again. ”