The bad old man had one last look at the dead buddy, and never turned his gaze back to him, not even the corner of the wall. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I can't help but think that this old man is too fickle, too difficult to figure out and not easy to deal with, one second he still has compassion on his face, and the next second he becomes calm, as if nothing had happened. But in fact, people who want to achieve great things should be like this, not revealing mountains and water, so that the opponent can never guess, if you show your emotions on your face, others can see through it at a glance.

Seeing that the old man's expression recovered a little, Wu Ming said what we saw in the stone room just now, but it was only a rough idea, the second uncle They are all people who have been on the road for a long time, and it is expected that they will contact each other before and after, and they will also introduce the whole thing.

Although we once again saw people dying in front of us, just like the three fat men said, the road of revolution cannot be stopped, and we must cheer up and go down. And this time the door of the tomb was not so easy to open, and a large amount of fire oil was trapped in the crack of its door, and as soon as we opened it, we would be burned to death in an instant.

Before he reached the door of the tomb, Wu Ming said let's take the things that will heat away from him, and the three fat men took out a lighter and said, "Little brother, isn't it just to open a tomb door, what are you afraid of!" Wu Ming glanced at the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and replied with only two words: "Fire oil." ”

As soon as I heard this, I quickly took out the cigarette from the mouth of the three fat men and threw it on the ground, and stomped on it a few times. He said with a distressed face: "Da Zhuzi, I'm an old beauty, are you fucking crazy?" The three fat men obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and I didn't say well: "You listen carefully to me, it's oil oil." ”

He first made a single tone in confusion: "What? Then it turned into a suddenly realized expression, and while saying sorry, he spit a few mouthfuls of saliva on the cigarette on the ground, and jumped up with his feet and stepped on it several times.

In the ancient history of our country, there are many records of the use of fire oil to fight wars. During the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, he also set up a military supervision in the capital city of Bianliang (now Kaifeng, Henan) to be in charge of the manufacture of military equipment, including a factory that processed "fierce fire oil". Kang Yuzhi's "Yesterday's Dream Record" also recorded that in the Northern Song Dynasty, the northwest frontier "all dug the ground to make large pools, vertical and horizontal, in order to store fierce fire oil." In order to defend against the intrusion of foreign countries.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, Zeng Gongliang wrote the "General Essentials of the Martial Arts", which had quite specific records on how to use oil as a raw material to make a deterrent offensive weapon "fierce fire oil". In order to prevent the footsteps of tomb robbers, the owner of the tomb will also use a lot of this effective attack weapon when building the tomb.

Wu Ming had obviously come into contact with this kind of thing, he first told us to step back, and then squatted at the door of the tomb and gently swiped the stone crack with a dagger, and the fire oil flowed out, and then used the dagger to lead it down the corner of the wall. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, and it is expected that the oil also contains a large number of explosive materials, otherwise it is not enough to be as magical as the history books say.

The three fat men tiptoed into the tomb gate, and I kicked him and said, "Xiao Sanye, are you a thief?" Aren't you tired of walking like this? He turned around, looked constipated, and said softly: "Little brother said, this oil will explode casually, you have to come gently, otherwise if it gets angry, we will die." ”

I looked back at the oil that had already flowed in a certain direction, and I could only look up at the top of the tomb, scolding myself for being blind to make such a friend who used his head as a steering wheel.

The blind man Chen also came to join in the excitement at this time: "I think what the fat man said is not unreasonable." "I despised myself and despised the blind Chen at the same time, and finally looked at the top of the tomb speechlessly.

Wu Ming, who was walking in the front, suddenly "snorted", according to the experience of getting along in the past few days, he rarely made such a sound, thinking that we were going to suffer some heavy blows, so he quickly looked up and looked forward, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed, because I saw a pile of gold.

It was really a pile of gold, neatly stacked in the center of the burial chamber, and judging from its texture, it should be pure gold of high color, which was a little dazzling at first glance.

I rubbed my eyes and looked over again, and saw that it was still there, so I wanted to run over and get it in my pocket. Turning his head, the three fat men had already run over with their backpacks at some point, and they filled it with gold vigorously, and poured out all the things in the backpack.

Human nature is like this, greed is the essence, even for saints. At that time, my mind was full of thoughts of "I'm going to get rich" and "I'm going to become a nouveau riche", and I followed the past to pretend to be gold regardless of it, without looking at the surrounding environment, let alone the attitude of the second and third uncles.

I wanted to have a few more hands and a few more backpacks, and the blind Chen was even extremely happy, rolling on the pile of gold, and I looked at him, and his face was a little distorted in the golden light.

In hindsight, I think my face must have been deformed at the time, so much so that Wu Ming said, "Don't you see the backpacks scattered here?" I didn't hear it, it was like a stimulant, and the whole person ascended to heaven in an instant.

It was the third uncle who pulled me, and I broke free from the feeling of ascending to heaven. Anyone who has read the "Spirited Away" manga knows that the heroine's parents were eaten into two pigs in that state. At first glance, the gold was still the same pile of gold, but the light it emitted was full of danger.

I quickly dragged the three fat men up, and he still had a ******** expression. I patted him on the face vigorously and said, "Three fat people, wake up, there is something wrong with this gold." Who knew that he didn't listen to it at all, and wanted to continue to go to the gold, I raised my hand and slapped me hard, he looked at me with a stunned face this time, and I repeated: "There is something wrong with this gold." ”

He looked at the gold on the ground and then at me, then shook his head, and I was about to go down the third slap when Wu Ming said, "Can't you see the backpacks scattered here?" We didn't bring it in. ”

I saw that there were actually three backpacks around the burial chamber, obviously not ours, and there was a layer of dust on them.

I hurriedly looked at the blind man Chen again, he was still lying on the pile of gold, and his face was still extremely happy, but the whole person was twitching slightly, and he didn't answer after several calls, as if he couldn't hear it.

Wu Ming stepped forward, helped him up and threw him aside.