Chapter 142: The Bronze Mirror
"What happened?" I hurried to know what happened to those refugees.
Wu Santong patted the dust on his body and said: "Later, those unlucky eggs were used as fertilizer by the peach tree, and the whole body slowly penetrated from the ground to the underground. Speaking of this mechanism, my uncle never mentioned one or two to me, but it was still found by the clever me, and finding it is finding, and it is useless for me, but this underground space has become my small stove. I knew that there would be a lot of people coming to steal peaches to eat that year, so I waited for the rabbits. At first, what escaped, lost and borrowed, robbers and bandits, what kind of people will come in to eat peaches, ten years down, there are not three thousand but also two thousand eight, the interesting thing is that the animals are all fine to eat, without exception planted here are people, those people all want to eat enough to walk, so none of them escaped, indicating that these two peach trees are really weird! If I hadn't eaten some of the bones, it would have been full a long time ago, and I don't know why peaches are so attractive to these people. Anyway, I'm just picking up ready-made, and I swear I've never killed a single person. β
Let's believe Wu Santong's words, I don't know what kind of spirit the peach tree is, but what is hidden in the space under the mechanism under the small peach tree at the beginning, assuming that if there were no bones at the beginning, Jiang Shoushou would deliberately arrange a mechanism, I don't think he is so boring, in order to verify the hypothesis, I plan to break the casserole - ask in the end.
I snorted and asked, "Cannibalism doesn't spit out bones." You're not a good thing either. Let me ask you again, when did you discover this underground space, and what was in it when you found it? β
Wu Santong said very simply: "When the peach tree attacked people for the first time, I saw that it was empty, and if there were any, there were only the roots of the peach tree." β
"If you think about it again, you really didn't look away?" I doubt that he has left something wrong, Jiang Shoushou is not a simple person.
Wu Santong said impatiently: "Sue sΓΉ you have nothing and don't believe me, it's better not to say it." β
I saw that he was playing tricks, so I flew up and kicked him. Broken bones and stones fell on him like hailstones at his feet. In the blink of an eye, he was disgraced again.
"Wait, wait......" He hurriedly waved his hand and begged for mercy, his eyes were faster than rolling marbles, as if he thought of something, and muttered for a long time, "Actually...... Actually, I think that thing is a piece of rubbish. Don't mention it. You have to know. I'll show it to you, and it should still be here. β
As he spoke, Wu Santong jumped into the pile of bones. Jumping left and right, digging a pit in the east and a puddle of mud in the west, he really dug out a flattened round object the size of a palm, and he couldn't see what it was at all.
The candle had long since been extinguished, and the green light of the "ghost fire" was like a leopard in a tube, so I suggested that we go down to the open air to identify it, and Dai Ma agreed. Indeed, after staying in the dark room for a long time, and there are so many dead people's bones, anyone will feel uncomfortable.
Wu Santong also followed us.
The sky has just brightened, and the smell of the fields in the early morning makes people's minds clear, and the two peach trees are still standing tall, like a burly giant staring at countless peach-shaped eyes to warn those who have intentions against him.
When I came back to my senses, I didn't feel what it was in my hands, because it was covered in a layer of clumped soil, so dry and not heavy, I guessed it was an inkstone or something, or a wooden soup bowl mat or something like a kitchen piece.
Seeing that I was tinkering for a long time, Daima motioned for him to take over. When I handed it to him, he didn't know why, so he simply tapped it on the threshold a few times, and as a result, the clumped earth slowly revealed cracks, and soon crumbled open, dropping a lot of debris.
I leaned closer to Daima to see that he was wiping most of the dirt off the surface of the round object with his cuffs, and saw that the front and back were earthy yellow wooden surfaces, carved with many irregular textures, crookedly and crookedly, I couldn't tell what it was, like the marks of being scratched by a sharp hard object, but there was a faint fragrance from it.
This smell is familiar to me, similar to the scent of camphor wood, but it is fresher and more pleasant.
Dai Ma had already asked about the fragrance, and said casually: "Yo, it's golden silk nanmu, it's rare." β
"Golden Silk Nanmu, what is it?" The first time I heard the name.
Dai Ma briefly explained to me that it was originally a kind of precious wood in the southwest region, which was often used as a raw material for building furniture, and what few people knew was that it was also built as the coffin of the ancient emperors, which did not rot for ten thousand years, and ordinary people could not use it and could not afford it at all. This thing was the most popular in the Tang and Song dynasties, and it was almost extinct in the late Ming Dynasty, so it is very rare to wander among the people, especially objects of this size in our hands.
So, what is this thing in our hands?
The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. Dema thinks that this thing is absolutely insignificant, so he handles it more carefully. He carefully observed, and Wu Santong and I didn't dare to come out.
As he spoke, Dai Ma had cleaned up eight or nine points, and could basically see all the details of this object, but it was still difficult to judge, but a gap appeared in the middle of the two sides around most of the circumference, very much like a pearl oyster. Then, he gently estimated the position of the prying open with his fingernails, only to hear a "cough" sound, and opened.
Under the sunlight, a point of light happened to reflect to my eyes, which was very dazzling.
"Mirror!" Daema blurted out.
I shifted my position and approached him again, and it was indeed a mirror, and it was a double-sided bronze mirror with a carved frame inside.
Dai Ma took it up and said with a smile: "Look at my dirty face, it's time to wash it." He looked at me and motioned for me to do the same.
After a long time, it turned out to be a mirror, and I lost interest all of a sudden, whether to take it or not, is there any difference, I hesitated.
Wu Santong will seize the opportunity, take the opportunity to grab it, and fiddle up and down, it is really like Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror - he is not a person inside and out.
"Huh......" Wu Santong let out a puzzled tone.
I also took the opportunity to tease him and said, "Hehe, are you scared by your own appearance? β
Wu Santong ignored me, his expression became stern, and suddenly he threw the bronze mirror in his hand to the ground, but he sat on the threshold, staring straight in the direction of the bronze mirror and shaking like chaff, as if he had seen a ghost.
I was all taken aback by his actions, I don't know what happened, there must be a reason.
Daima angrily complained that he didn't take it seriously, and hurriedly picked up the bronze mirror again, and checked it for damage.
I didn't dare to ask him out loud why he did this, for fear of scaring him again, but I couldn't ignore it completely, so I crouched down in front of him and asked him why.
Wu Santong only slowly let out a question: "Why...... Why am I not in the mirror? (To be continued......)