Under the dim light of the flashlight, I saw that the crockpot was filled with red and green viscous liquid. And the liquid rolled up and down as if it were life. I covered my nose and took a few steps back against the rush in my stomach. He asked Old Farmer Feng, "Brother Old Farmer, what is this thing that stinks so much?" "

Feng Lao Nong took a few steps back, took a big breath and said to me, "Damn, the devil knows what it is" After speaking, he covered his nose and gasped for breath.

I carefully took a breath through my nose, only to realize that the whole burial chamber was already foul-smelling. It was as if the whole person had fallen into a large piece of rotten flesh. I retreated to the circular door of the burial chamber and took a few good breaths of air. only to find out that at this time, the old farmer and Wu Feifei had also come out.

"Yesterday? Do we still need such a stinky thing? I looked at the old farmer and said.

Feng Laonong lit a cigarette, took a hard puff and said, "Yes!" Whatever the is, pour it out and talk about it."

"Damn, no, I'm not going to pour this disgusting thing, it stinks." I hurriedly waved my hand at the old farmer, indicating my attitude. It is better not to have this money than to suffer this sin.

Feng Lao Nong gave me a blank look: "You can eat dog legs and drink old wine!" Just do something serious and want to run, right? I'll take it out later, but I won't have your share," he said, tearing off a few strips of cloth from his old clothes. Hand it to Wu Feifei. Then he wrapped one of his own around his face and strangled it around his nose.

I looked strange, could it be that the old farmer wanted to use this thing to make a gas mask? I cheekily said, "Brother farmer, are you going to work in the tunnels?" "

The old farmer smiled and said, "Little ghost, this is the anti-odor mask I invented, let's go clean up that broken jar later."

"Not really. Just a little strip of cloth can prevent the smell? It's really you, old farmer, the kung fu of covering your ears and stealing the bell is really home," I laughed at the old farmer.

The old farmer didn't defend himself, smiled and took out a bottle of Feng Youqing from his pocket, nodded at the position of his nose, and then pouted and took a deep breath. smiled and said, "It's done, you kid just wait and see, Mingqi doesn't have your share!" As he spoke, he helped Wu Feifei's cloth strip to coat it with some wind oil essence.

As soon as I heard the old farmer's words, I became anxious: "My good farmer! Didn't I amuse you, brother? The dirty work of pouring poop should be done by our juniors, so you can go while resting, don't work for your old man" I took out a cigarette while playing haha and handed it to the old farmer.

"Haha, little bastard, the change is really fast, I'm about to fucking catch up with the chameleon, it's a good material for being an official!" Feng Lao Nong didn't know whether to praise or scold me. After saying that, he handed me a piece of cloth, helped me wrap it, and applied it with wind oil. "Go ahead, you two go and pour it, be smart, don't break the jar."

Wu Feifei and I opened the way in front of us, and then came to the jar, and Feng Lao Nong turned on the flashlight for us in the back.

When I entered the tomb, I found that the old farmer's method was really practical, and now when I breathed the air, it was full of the smell of wind and oil, and I could hardly smell the suffocating stench.

Without further ado, we came to the jar, and saw that the liquid in the jar seemed to be boiling, tumbling up and down, and blistering up and down. I looked at the old farmer in amazement.

"What are you doing! it, throw it out quickly, and see what it is," Feng Laonong ordered.