Chapter 15: The Bronze Gate (6)

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"Does it hurt?" The fat man carefully pressed on the wound.

I shook my head. It hurts when I am bitten by a corpse, but I don't know when the pain will go away. If it weren't for the fat man's reminder, I would have forgotten it a long time ago.

"Did you say you had a little back," the fat man said as he pulled a bag of things out of his backpack. "We both have corpses on our backs, why are you bitten." As I spoke, I saw the fat man open the bag, reach in, grab something, and come out.

"M?" I was stunned, "Are you still in the mood to cook now?" ”

"Fart, it's glutinous rice." After the fat man finished speaking, he walked up to me, picked up the clothes on the ground, tore a piece of cloth with his teeth, and wrapped the glutinous rice. "This thing can drive away corpse poison." As he spoke, he wrapped the glutinous rice in my wound. But before he could wrap it a few times, he suddenly raised his head and blinked. As if remembering something, the fat man took off the wrapped glutinous rice and put it aside, turned around and went to the backpack to find something.

"What, this glutinous rice has to be cooked before use?"

The fat man took out a fire fold in his bag and blew it up, and then flipped over a dagger and held it in his hand.

"You're unconscious anyway, don't be afraid." After saying that, the fat man took the dagger and scalded it on the flames, and slashed at the wound on my shoulder.

The blade easily cut a cross across the wound. The fat man pressed and squeezed hard, and the black blood slowly flowed out with corpse poison.

The fat man squeezed for a few minutes, and only stopped when dark red blood came out of the wound, then turned around and picked up the glutinous rice and put it on me again.

"Although this glutinous rice is used again, you'd better go to the hospital after you go out." After the fat man finished speaking, he began to organize his backpack.

I touched the cloth bag wrapped in glutinous rice on my shoulder with my backhand, and said in my heart that just now the fat man said how powerful the corpse poison is, why is it sent away with a bag of glutinous rice now? I just wanted to ask the fat man, but I found that the fat man had packed his backpack and was about to set off again.

"Why are you walking so fast?" I caught up and asked.

"The fat man is here to fight, not to travel. The inverted fight is about quick battles, Lao Tzu has wasted a lot of time on you, and now you have to speed up the progress. After speaking, the fat man pointed to the front with a flashlight and motioned for me to look over.

I followed the fat man's flashlight and found that there was a blurry giant silhouette more than a hundred meters away. I turned the aperture of the flashlight down and shone it as well.

The flashlight struck in the distance, and a huge building appeared in front of me.

"Well, I saw it." The fat man pouted at me, "Is this your Wei family's territory, the answer is inside." ”

I opened my mouth to say something, but I found that the fat man had raised his foot and was about to walk forward, so I had to follow again.

"You're not going to take a break after walking for so long? Aren't all fat people particularly easy to get tired? ”

The fat man stopped and looked at me, thought for a while, and said, "Cheng, when you get to the door, find a spacious place to rest for two hours." ”

The distance of more than 100 meters is not a few steps, and it is there in a blink of an eye. The fat man found a fairly flat place to put down his backpack, took out a few compressed biscuits from his bag and threw them to me, and then sat down and began to nibble on cold water.

"Hey, fatty, what kind of mausoleum is this?" I asked, looking up at the huge wooden door in front of me. This door has a bit of the flavor of an ancient mansion, which is the kind that often appears in TV dramas, and there are two stone lions at the door. However, I don't know exactly what era this style is.

"I don't know." The fat man shook his head very dryly.

"Don't know?" I was slightly stunned and turned to look at the fat man. I saw that the fat man was just buried in the biscuits in his hands, and drank a sip of water from time to time. He looked indifferent to the gate in front of him.

"Look at what I'm doing, I really don't know." The fat man looked at me at him, chewed on what was in his mouth and swallowed, then waved his hand at me.

"Damn, shouldn't the person who is going to be poured be particularly familiar with the bucket that is going to be poured? At the very least, you should know who the owner of the tomb is and which dynasty it belongs to, right? ”

"Why should I know? If you have to know everything in advance, you won't be tired to death. ”

"You don't even know which dynasty's tomb you stole from, how can you get rid of the stolen things?"

"You don't care about it, the fat man naturally has a way to get the things." After speaking, he paused, and then frowned at me again: "Hey, I said comrade, it was you who shouted that you wanted to rest, right?" Why the fuck do you still have the energy to talk to me? If you don't want to rest, we'll just leave. ”

"Rest, why don't you rest." I hurriedly went back to the fat man and sat down, tore open the bag of compressed biscuits and began to nibble.

The fat man saw that I didn't speak, and he concentrated on nibbling on the biscuits.

After a short "creaking" chewing sound, the fat man finally couldn't help it, turned his face and asked me, "Aren't you curious?" ”

I looked up at him, "Curious about what?" ”

"Fat man, how can I do what I stole out?" The fat man said.

"You're stupid," I pointed to my head, "don't even think about it, there's got a team behind you—phew, a gang." You commit a crime, and they help you sell the stolen goods. ”

"It's so ugly to call a gang, fat man, I'm a combination. Do you know the combination? ”

"Come on, Comrade Bruce." I gave him a blank look and ignored him. But the fat man didn't care, and said to himself: "If you want to talk about this combination of your fat master and me, it is a seamless match."

"Come on." I saw that the fat man became more and more energetic the more he talked, and I was afraid that he would forget his original purpose, so I quickly interrupted him.

The fat man's eyebrows fluttered and bragged to me, and he was a little unhappy that I was so big. With a mutter, he turned on his flashlight and shook around the giant door, then stopped at a doorpost on the left. said: "It seems that the fat man doesn't show his hand, you don't know how powerful the fat man is." After saying that, the aperture of the flashlight shook on the pillar and motioned for me to follow him.

"Oh, this is the language of ethnic minorities. I'll take a look—" said the fat man, taking a few steps forward and looking up at the patterns carved into the pillars.

I saw the fat man walking around the pillar, and then returned to me and said, "This is the text of the Zhuang people." ”

I said in my heart that the fat man didn't know how to pretend to understand me, but seeing the fat man frowning and looking serious, it didn't look like it. I had to ask him how he knew.

The fat man looked at me and then looked at the patterns, and said as he looked: "This is Guangxi, the settlement of Zhuang compatriots." After speaking, the fat man paused, and said affirmatively: "So this is definitely the mausoleum of a certain nobleman of the Zhuang clan." ”

I rolled my eyes. Dare to love the fat man is reasoning. Just wanted to refute it, but the fat man continued: "Of course, it is definitely not rigorous enough to say this. With that, the fat man moved the aperture of the flashlight away from the pillar and shone it on the door a few steps ahead, and then motioned for me to take a closer look.

The door in front of me was about two stories high, and I took a few steps back to see the whole picture.

The fat man's flashlight hit the vermilion door, and I saw a black portrait more than one person tall appear on the door. If you look closely, the portrait is lying headfirst on the door.

"It's a four-legged thing. It looks familiar. I asked the fat man.

"You step outside and turn up the aperture of your flashlight to look at yourself."

I nodded, followed as the fat man said, took more than ten steps back, and then turned on the flashlight and adjusted the aperture to the maximum.

When the aperture hit the door, I could see what was lying on it. It was an animal, and it was a very common kind. Its common name is the field chicken, and the scientific name is frog.