The old prostitute carefully pulled the soft copper hook upward, and after a few seconds, a pale green object was pulled up from the colored coffin.

When I saw it, I almost didn't laugh out loud. Even though I was already restrained, I laughed.

What the old prostitute hooked out was a piece of green cloth that resembled the shape of a belly pocket. It may be because it has been soaked in a viscous liquid for a long time, so it is very well preserved.

This guy's face changed at that time, but he didn't throw it away immediately, but took it in front of his eyes and looked at it.

After looking at it for a few seconds, the old prostitute sighed, and then said to herself, "There seems to be a word on it."

As soon as I heard the words, I quickly became interested, not only me, but even San'er heard the words, and looked at the green cloth that the old prostitute took out.

As soon as I walked up to the old prostitute, I smelled a great sour smell on the green cloth. But there is no way, I can only endure it, who wants to see the words on it.

But I read it several times, but I didn't find the words. Hurriedly asked the old prostitute: "Where is the word?"

"Look closer."

I looked closer to what the old prostitute said, but I didn't see the words yet. At this time, Scar also came, and he kept looking back and forth, saying that he didn't see it.

The old prostitute pointed her finger again, motioning for me to look closer.

This time I was really close enough, my nose was about to stick to the viscous liquid on the outside of the green cloth, and I felt that all the sour smell had been absorbed by me, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore and spit it out.

When the old prostitute saw that I vomited, she laughed, then threw the green cloth into the colored coffin, and said to me: "Xiaoxiang, you dare to laugh at me, this time you know that you are a prostitute and I are very good."

Looking at the old prostitute's smug smile, I knew that I had been tricked, that this guy was taking revenge on me for laughing at him for hooking a piece of cloth like a belly pocket.

"Can you fucking be mature." I yelled at the old prostitute.

"Be mature, then I should have put that piece of cloth in your face."

As soon as the old prostitute finished speaking, San'er closed the lid of the coffin, and then walked towards the second colored coffin.

I can see that San'er doesn't like this kind of joke of the old prostitute, in fact, he also wanted the cloth to have words on it just now. At this moment, I felt San'er's desire for the truth of the experiment, no less than the little wolf.

Looking at the coffin that had just been closed by San'er, I no longer cared about the old prostitute's jokes, but wondered if it was empty, whether it really meant that the people in the coffin had gone out. I don't know if I'm right, but I do know that I'll find out soon. Because there is a package on the side of the third colored coffin not far away, it means that the person in the colored coffin did not come out.

The old prostitute patted me and asked me what was wrong, I couldn't be angry because I was joking. I said, I'm not that stingy, and I still make jokes. Then we followed San'er to see the second coffin.

San'er walked to the second colored coffin, and opened the lid of the coffin according to the previous method of the Old North School. There was still a sour smell wafting from inside, and there was still only sticky matter and white sand. This time, the old prostitute didn't use the soft copper hook again, just glanced inside, and then turned her head away.

San'er closed the lid of the second coffin and began to walk towards the third colored coffin.

We came to the third coffin and did not rush to open it. San'er took out the package from the gap between the colored coffin and the stone wall.

When the package was placed in the gap, it seemed to be kept well, but as soon as San'er put the package on the ground, it was all broken.

San'er moved his fingers, and there were moldy pieces of cloth inside. Maybe it felt too broken, so San'er didn't move again.

I took a closer look, and most of the clothes inside were in tatters, but if you carefully pasted and pieced them together, you could still see what kind of dynasty it was. But we didn't have time to put it together at the moment, and it took a lot of time to complete, so I took out the waterproof bag and carefully packed the package into the waterproof bag.

I originally wanted to take it out, and when I returned to Chengde, I would find a few more professional guys to do the patchwork, so that it wouldn't take a few days to piece together the clothes inside, after all, this is also a clue about the truth of the experiment. But as soon as I put the package in the waterproof bag, I was stopped by San'er.

"Don't leave this alone, put it back where it was." San'er pressed my hand and said.

I was just about to explain the purpose of bringing it back, but before the words could be spoken, San'er continued: "I know what you want to say, but it's better not to take the things out here."

I looked at San'er, took out the package that had been put into the waterproof bag, and put it back in its place.

San'er saw that I had put the package back in its place, so he got up and wanted to open the coffin.

This time, the lid of the colored coffin is not so easy to open, not as smooth as the two mouths opened before, after all, there is a physical object in this colored coffin, unlike the first two mouths where there is nothing.

Somehow, seeing San'er about to open this colored coffin, I instantly panicked in my heart, and was inexplicably a little worried.

It's not that I'm worried that there will be zongzi inside, after so much experience, my fear of zongzi is insignificant.

My concern is, what are we going to do if there is a person lying in it, and it's a resurrected person, as the mural does? In other words: what to do with him? I don't care what to do, but what will San'er do, strangle to death, or kill after communication? When I think about it, I feel sorry for the people inside. You must know that this is the ancient Western Regions, and most of the people who have lived here for a long time are ethnic minorities, even if the people in it can really be resurrected and speak, then we may not understand.

San'er asked us to step back and leave him alone to open the coffin, he was also afraid that something would happen after the coffin was opened.

The lid of this colored coffin is indeed difficult to open, and San'er made it for three minutes before pushing the lid open according to the method of the old North faction.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was pushed open a gap, a puff of black smoke came out of the gap. San'er covered his nose and mouth with one hand, and pushed the coffin lid open completely with the other hand.

The situation inside the coffin was indeed different, after the black smoke passed, several of us went closer to see, and the viscous material inside was no longer yellowish, but black, and we could see the bones soaked in the viscous.

The corpse had completely decomposed and turned into a puddle of black water, and all that remained was the bones beneath the black goo. The smell was still quite pungent, and not only sour, but also very rotting corpses.

I covered my mouth and forced myself to look at it closely, and I noticed that there seemed to be something on the neck of the corpse. As soon as I was about to say it, the old prostitute had already started to do it, and at once she aimed at the object and threw the soft copper hook into it.

This time he was not disappointed, and sure enough, he hooked something good.

Since the hooked object is covered with black goo, at first glance, it is really impossible to tell what it is. It seems to be an object made of stone, and it looks like a pendant, or an ornament on the clothing of the ancient Western Regions.

At this moment, the old prostitute looks like a heinous money-grubbing ghost, and as soon as the object is hooked, this guy can't wait to do it. Holding the copper wire of the hook object in one hand and supporting the corner of your clothes with the other hand, you can put the object on the corner of the clothes, and no matter how strong the smell on the objects is, wrap the objects in the middle with the corners of the clothes, and start to rub and rub the corners of the clothes.

After wiping the corners of his clothes a few times, he picked up the object and rubbed it on his pants, thinking that it was clean, so he took it to his eyes to see.

When the old prostitute picked it up and looked at it, I was also watching. The guy just took a closer look and said, "It's a porcelain pine." After saying that, he handed the things to me, and then said, "You look first, and I'll see if there are anything else."

I took the object in my hand and saw that it was indeed porcelain pine.

Porcelain pine is a kind of top grade in turquoise, with pure and uniform sky blue, fine, solid, polished smooth as porcelain, is the hardest texture of a kind of turquoise. The reason why it is called porcelain pine is because the luster texture is particularly like porcelain, so it is called porcelain pine by modern people.

It was a meniscus-shaped turquoise pendant, and if it hadn't been taken down from the neck of the corpse, I wouldn't have said it would have been. Because the meniscus has wire holes at both corners, which does not conform to the craftsmanship of ancient pendants. The ancient pendant craft is mainly based on a hole, which symbolizes a lifetime, and there is also a saying of single-mindedness.

As for why this turquoise pendant has two holes, I don't know for a while, after all, I don't know what background it was made in, so it's hard to guess what the meaning is.