"Sacrifices? Hmph, which sacrifice have you ever seen made of copper? The sacrifices are all for blood! "The third master is the uncle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Then the light holder is the light holder, what are so many children doing?" Liuzi is still haunted by what he was scared just now, trying his best to make it clear that he is not cowardly, but that this thing is too weird.

"Idiot! I usually tell you to read more books, but you don't read them! "The third master was so angry that he glared at the six sons, if it wasn't too far away, the slap must have slapped over," This kind of human-shaped lamp holder is called a lamp slave, which is very common in ancient tombs, and is a symbol of identity and power of the tomb owner in ancient times, especially in the Qin and Han dynasties, the tombs of nobles, princes, and generals, which can be seen almost everywhere. ”

Lao Qiao saw that the limelight was robbed by the third master, the expression on his face was very deflated, and suddenly his eyes rolled, and he pointed to a lamp slave nearby and said: "Look at this double-layer lamp bowl on his neck, the inside is lamp oil, and the outside is water, the lamp oil is heated and volatilized, igniting the wick, and the outer layer of water will play a role in cooling and cooling at this time, and keep it bright." In addition, this wick is close to sniff, does it smell a sour smell? ”

The junior brother hurriedly leaned on his stomach and sniffed it, pinched his nose and scolded: "Fuck, it's sour and smelly!" What's this? ”

Old Qiao smiled, quite complacent, obviously no one here can explain it except him: "This is a specially treated vinegar, vinegar bubble wick, which can also play a role in cooling and cooling, keeping the lamp bright and not extinguished." Of course, Changming is only a good wish after all, the combustion of any substance is indispensable to air, that is, oxygen, when the tomb is closed, after the oxygen is burned out, the everlasting lamp will be automatically extinguished, until someone reopens the tomb, bringing fresh air, the everlasting lamp will be automatically ignited. ”

As soon as Lao Qiao explained this, everyone suddenly realized, and then re-observed it with a different mood.

However, I guess that the principle of action of the ever-bright lamp should be far less simple than what Lao Qiao said, otherwise this technology would have been widely spread while shocking the world, just like the candles and flashlights used now. The reason why it is not widely popular, or even known, may be that one of the key technologies has long been lost.

What we see now is almost one of the few that is unique in the world. This mood can really only be understood, not spoken, and it is difficult for any words to express one-ten-thousandth of it, and only those who have really experienced it will understand.

I saw that my junior brother looked different, deliberately separated from everyone and walked to the end, standing alone in front of an ever-bright lamp thoughtfully, knowing that eighty percent of this kid's old problem was committed again, and he didn't have any itchy hands, so I walked over and whispered to remind him: "You give me honesty, don't take what you shouldn't take!" It's not like it's out there than usual, and no one can save you if something happens. ”

Senior brother glanced at me: "Senior brother, you are too underestimate me!" Even if I'm a thief, I'm also a disciplined thief, just this, I don't even smell like it! ”

I said, "Hmph, what are you looking at?" ”

The junior brother smiled and said, "I'm looking, the silk thread on the neckline of this lamp slave seems to be golden?" As he spoke, he scraped it with a dagger, scraped off a thin layer of golden powder, and put it under the flashlight to take a closer look, it seemed to be really gold.

The junior brother frowned, and he was about to scrape again, I glanced forward with a weak heart, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move, if you encounter any mechanism, so many people here will give you a funeral!" ”

The junior brother's subordinates moved quickly, and in the two seconds they spoke, they had already scraped off several layers, and they moved my hand away with one hand, without raising their heads, and whispered: "What kind of mechanism is there here?" Senior brother, you help me look out for the wind, don't make a noise, our brothers are twenty-eight points! ”

I grabbed the dagger: "Don't move around, no kidding!" My right eyelid was bouncing, and I always felt like something was going to happen—"

As soon as the words fell, someone suddenly shouted on the other side of the bridge, everyone was stunned, turned their heads to see, it turned out to be Achen, standing in front of a lamp slave with a hunched waist, pressing on the lamp bowl with one hand, holding a dagger in the other hand, and the tip of the knife was against the bottom of the bowl, as if he wanted to rip off the whole lantern.

"Hmph......" The junior brother glanced at me and shouted at Achen: "Boy! I haven't started yet, sir, you're pretty fucking quick! But the bowl isn't that slashed, you'll have to use this—" he said, gesturing to his brain.

Ah Chen didn't speak, but the sixth son shouted first: "Who the hell are you scolding for having no brains?" Just these few broken lights, I want to rip a few and rip a few, what the hell does it matter to you! ”

The junior brother clasped his arms with both hands and said provocatively: "Then you gouge!" "With a confident look, it seems that this kid has already done it.

The sixth son didn't understand the junior brother, so he naturally couldn't think of this, so he scolded, and pulled out the dagger and was going to do it. The old Qiao Ali next to him hurriedly stopped him: "I can't help it!" Destroy the structure of the tomb at will, and the owner of the tomb is to blame! ”

"Blame? Fucking dead, tell him to blame him in front of Hades! Liuzi came up with brute strength, and neither of them could hold it, but just when the dagger was about to touch the lamp bowl, suddenly a very powerful hand grabbed Liuzi's wrist and fixed him in mid-air, which was a cold bench.

"You're fucking-" The sixth son was about to have a seizure, and the third master uncle opposite scolded: "Don't fucking make any noise!" Come and see what this is! ”

Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong, Achen had not said a word since he entered the door!

"Humph!" Liuzi pulled out his hand, jumped to the side of the third master and Ah Chen in three steps and two steps, Lao Qiao and Ah Li glanced at each other, and also walked back and forth. At this time, I suddenly saw that an ever-bright light in front of the cold bench went out, but when I saw that the cold bench did not react, I went to Achen's side.

There were no new wounds on the surface of Achen's body, and there was no sign of poisoning on his complexion, he was conscious and breathed freely, but his body could not move or speak. The whole person seemed to be frozen.

The third master used a dagger to pick open one of Ah Chen's fingers pressed on the lamp bowl, and the palm of his hand was still firmly glued to the mouth of the bowl like glue, and from the extremely small gap exposed by the fingers, I saw that there seemed to be a white glass ball under the lamp bowl, the surface was a little cloudy, not pure white, and the turbid body would move back and forth like a dark cloud, and part of it was sucking on the palm of Ah Chen's hand.

Could it be that this is what fixed Achen?

Ah Li had an idea and said, "Ah Chen, is this thing below fixed you?" If you do, you blink, if not, you blink twice. ”

Achen blinked heavily.

Ah Li looked at everyone, and then asked Ah Chen: "Then do you know, what is below?" ”

Achen blinked first, and after two seconds, he blinked twice, probably half-understood.

The third master said: "Don't worry about it so much, take your hand away first." Then he beckoned the sixth son to move Achen's palm.

Liuzi's strength was very strong, his whole body was full of muscle bumps, and he didn't move away after a few moves, Achen's palms were red from his pulling, and there were a few drops of blood flowing down his palms, as if the skin and flesh had grown together with that thing. A line of tears flowed from the corners of Achen's eyes, but there was no sound in his throat.

I said, "You can't do this, Master Qiao, what can you do?" ”

Lao Qiao is good at everything, but there is a problem - he is too obsessed with his role, and he has to show off his skills first, show his ability, and then be real after being a vain addiction to being a native master. is so anxious, he still looks calm and relaxed.

Lao Qiao pinched his beard and enjoyed the starry gaze of everyone: "There is a way, that is, ...... You can see some blood. ”