I stood there stunned, completely unaware of what had happened to this bunch of people. www.biquge.info After a long time, the group of people slowly recovered, and saw that I was like no one else, looking at each other and looking at me like a monster.

"You have rhinitis? Or do you have a cold? Why didn't I find out? The fat man came over and swept his hand under the tip of my nose, then circled around me and asked.

"What rhinitis? What cold? What are you talking about? "I was very confused, very confused, and then I thought about it, could it be because the smell inside this bronze coffin was so bad? Or why would the fat man question that I have rhinitis or a cold, but there is no reason for the smell to be the only thing I can't smell.

I rubbed my two index fingers vigorously, and I saw on the Internet that it would smell like if I did so. I can't care so much now, and I stopped when I rubbed my fingers a little hot, and put my fingers under the fat man's nose first. The fat man slapped my palm away, took a few steps back, and said, "When did I say when did you start having this bad taste?" ”

"You don't care if I have a bad taste, you tell me if it tastes first?" I put my finger under my nose and a stench that was hard to describe came through my nostrils.

"It's the same as the one you cook." The fat man said angrily.

"If you mention this stubble to me again, I promise to make you dumb." I made a neck-pinching gesture and threatened the fat man.

"Stop arguing, get ready to open the coffin." The golden retriever yelled at us, then waved at a dozen people next to the coffin.

Come on, I haven't figured out what happened to them yet, so let's move on to the next part. I didn't bother to entangle with them, because as a dozen people in front of me worked together to lift the lid of the coffin that had been cut out by the cutting machine, the inexplicable sense of danger came at me again.

I looked at the fat man seriously, and the fat man immediately put away his giggling gesture. Escorted Cui Linghong behind him again, signaling her to act at the opportunity.

I took a few steps back, as my position was the closest to the entrance to the tree hole. I could almost feel the slight wind flowing in from the hollow of the tree, and the sense of crisis that made me nervous was even stronger.

The golden retriever pointed a gun at me and motioned with a threatening look for me to stand and not to back off. I pretended not to see it, staring at the bronze coffin in front of me.

The lid of the coffin seemed to be extremely heavy, and more than a dozen people used the principle of levers, and it was very difficult to pry it up little by little. The four men with their backs to me quickly took a big step back, followed by the loud roar of the coffin lid falling to the ground.

At this moment, the sense of crisis was almost at the strongest level, and I couldn't help but bend slightly and be in a state where I could exert my strength at any time.

At the beginning, I thought this bronze coffin was very weird, and China pays attention to putting it into the ground for safety. And this coffin was placed in the hollow of the tree so magnificently, and there was an arm-thick chain tied around it. It's a bit of a contradiction, if it's to prevent people from opening the coffin, why put it in a tree hollow without covering?

The huge and heavy bronze coffin lid fell in front of me, and with the light of the flashlight, I seemed to see the birdman's head painted on the lid, and glanced at me.

This feeling has occurred twice, the first time I thought it was a hallucination caused by my own dizziness and nervousness. But this time it's more real than the last one, and it feels like a sixth sense. Even if the person looking at you is facing away from you, you can sometimes perceive that feeling.

Complex patterns, spreading across the bronze lid, outline a face with green fangs. These dense and complex patterns even penetrate into the inside of the coffin lid, like the annual rings on the body of a tree.

And as the light shone into the coffin, everyone frowned and sighed. This sigh brought me back from my shocked state, and I turned my head to see that the bronze coffin was only an outer coffin, and there was an inner coffin inside. The inner coffin is a sarcophagus, which is also carved with a blue-faced and tusked bird-man motif.

"What does this pattern mean exactly?" The fat man frowned, not knowing who he was asking. As if talking to himself, he continued: "We don't have such a thing as a birdman in China? Could it be that the corpses in this are Westerners? Want to become an angel after death? The problem is that angels don't look so bumpy, right? ”

"Look here." I pointed to the lid of the bronze coffin that had fallen to the ground, and said, "This pattern has a strange pattern, and it has penetrated into one layer inside. ”

"It's really strange for you to say that, these lines are a bit like rivers and lakes, and all the lines finally converge on the birdman's beak, what does this mean?" Cui Linghong also walked over and stared at the coffin lid in front of me and said.

"I asked you to cooperate with me, not to let you come to archaeology, nor to let you shoot and explore and discover." The golden retriever shook the flashlight towards the three of us, his tone was extremely impatient, and while urging his subordinates to continue to open the coffin, he said: "You Chinese are really fucking trouble, if you die, you will die, not to mention the various organs of the tomb, one coffin can still complete so many doorways." "The golden retriever probably spent time in the Northeast, so he must have been impatient with this complicated coffin, and even spoke the local accent.

"You still don't believe you if you say you're a turtle, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is called a coffin, not a coffin, fat man, I think it is necessary to give you a group of turtles popular science today. The fat man found a place to sit down, I don't know where to find a pack of cigarettes, lit one, smashed his mouth and sighed with a look of enjoyment: "I haven't smoked this fucking for too long, and I'm a little dizzy." ”

Then he continued: "There is a record in the "Book of Rites" of the Zhou Dynasty that the etiquette of funerals stipulates that the Son of Heaven should use two coffins and five coffins, the candidates should use one coffin and three coffins, the doctor should use one coffin and two coffins, the scholars should use one coffin and one coffin, and the common people should use one coffin. ”

"Shut up, you don't talk a lot of fucking nonsense, you guys hurry up and smash it open for me!" The Golden Retriever interrupted the fat man impatiently as he instructed his men to continue smashing the second sarcophagus inside.

"Hey, a turtle is a turtle." The fat man took a puff of cigarette, spit out a puff of smoke, ignored the golden retriever and said to himself: "The mezzanine between the outer coffin and the inner coffin is the most valuable among the funeral goods, smash it, it won't be my turn to take it anyway." The fat man seemed to be talking to himself, but he was a little deliberately saying it to the golden retriever. Speaking of this, as if remembering something, he walked up to the thin monkey, kicked the thin monkey, and snatched the backpack from the thin monkey.

It was only then that I remembered that the backpack still contained the armor that had been taken off the Golden Retriever and the armor of many of the ghouliers. But then I realized: "We are all female corpses all the way, either skirts or naked, and this armor looks like a man, and I don't know where the golden retriever came from." It is very likely that it is a fake, and the Golden Retriever bought it for self-defense. But I didn't say much, the thin monkey was a little afraid of the fat man, and he didn't resist, so he gave the backpack to the fat man. From this point of view, most of the thin monkey's posture of treating money as life along the way is also pretended.