Chapter Eighty-Five: Pumping Dragon Oil
I guess tofu and dumb people are born with eight characters are not right, so I can only shake my head, let tofu not be ashamed, hurry up, and then wait for the dumb man to speak, if I think correctly, he should have something to say to us next.
However, to my surprise, the dumb man made a series of gestures to the three Japanese, and leaned on a pile of bright weapons, as if to close his eyes and recuperate, or perhaps to think of some countermeasures, without saying a word.
I wondered, what kind of trick is this kid playing?
As soon as I turned my gaze, I noticed that Professor Lin on the side had been looking at the mute, his brows furrowed, and his expression changed, as if he had thought of something.
I walked over, lowered my voice, and whispered, "Uncle Lin, what's wrong with you?" β
Professor Lin suddenly came back to his senses, looked at me, shook his head with a complicated expression, and said, "No, this person reminds me of something. β
Thing?
I said, "Do you know where these Japanese people come from?" β
Professor Lin shook his head and said, "Of course I don't know, but this masked person reminds me of a person. β
"Who?"
Professor Lin said, "Your father, pleading. β
I was shocked and said, "Uncle Lin, don't be joking, if my father is so virtuous, I would rather wipe his neck and hang himself." β
Professor Lin smiled and sighed, "Of course he is not a clichΓ©, but he is more similar in some ways. β
I said, "For example?" β
"For example, the technique of tomb robbing, you should have also discovered it, this is a veteran, it should be said that it is a rare master in China. Of course, the personality is also somewhat similar, and his eyes are empty, which makes people want to beat him. β
I shrugged my shoulders, not very interested in the topic, it didn't matter to me what kind of person the statement was, I hadn't met him, and a long time ago, he was dead. Everyone sat down again, the atmosphere was not as tense as before, and amid the shrill screams of the corpse wall, I began to think about what to do. Now that the back road has been blocked, then we can only move forward.
The strategy of opening the coffin and taking the keys obviously will not work, unless we have the confidence to defeat the flying zombie.
Without the key, you have to think of other options. External forces don't work, there is dragon oil inside.
The so-called dragon oil, commonly known as fire oil, is a viscous liquid at rest, once it vibrates and rubs against the air, it will produce a chemical reaction and become a corrosive liquid, and it will also spontaneously combust. It is said that this substance was inadvertently poured out by ancient alchemists when they were refining pills.
What should I do if I can't use a key or an external force?
There was silence in the burial chamber, except for the terrible sound of the tomb outside, only the sound of tofu remained...... It's snoring, yes, the kid is asleep.
As the saying goes: Fools have foolish blessings, do not intrigue, do not favor desires, treat people with sincerity, do not drill the horns, maybe among our gang of people, only tofu is the easiest one to live.
As the minutes ticked by, I didn't come up with any ideas, and Professor Lin and the others were at a loss. Gu Wenmin's expression was a little haggard, since that incident, she has been silent, looking at her bloodless face, I feel a little uncomfortable, but I can only resist the urge to hug her into my arms, to comfort her, and to be honest.
Impulsiveness doesn't belong to people my age anymore.
Suddenly, I calmed down and forced myself to look away, staring through the dark chamber in front of me at the tomb door in the depths. It was shrouded in darkness, protecting the owner of the tomb for more than 2,000 years, the light penetrated into the ritual room, only a dark outline could be faintly seen, and the nine tripods stood silently in the center of the ritual room, one of them fell, it should have been knocked down by us in the previous fight with the flying zombie, and we didn't notice it at the time.
Something poured out of it, and it was a black mess, and I don't know what it was.
It was used to hold cooked food in ancient times, and was also used as a ritual vessel, mainly stored from the Shang Dynasty to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and is one of the iconic bronze utensils of the Chinese Bronze Age. In ancient times, the nine tripods and eight guis were the burial customs of the emperor's specifications, and I estimate that eighty percent of the things scattered in the guis were food.
But after thinking about it, I don't think it's right, the burial chamber where we are now has stored food and other funerary goods, and in this case, there should be no more things in the coffin as a ritual vessel.
What's in there?
I had a doubt, so I turned on my headlamp and looked at it, and when I crouched down, it was a pile of rough ashes, and I couldn't tell what it was. At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind me: "These are ashes." β
I was startled, and quickly slapped the ashes off my hands, and turned my head to see that the mask was mute.
I don't know if what this kid said is true or not, and his heart said to put ashes in the coffin, what is this statement? Is it possible to let the tomb owner eat the ashes? Does this Xu Fu still have a hobby of cannibalism?
But he saw the dumb man go to the door of the tomb, and stretched out his hand to grope carefully. There were thick calluses on the tiger's mouths on both hands, which seemed to have been dropped with a knife all year round, so I saw him touch it for a while, and then pulled out a black knife.
His black knife is a pair of scimitars, the whole body is pitch black, I can't see what the material is, a bit like the shape of a Mongolian waist knife, about the length of a small arm, the blade is as thick as a finger width, and the knife is as thin as a cicada's wings. But he pulled out the thin knife and embedded it in the gap of the stone door, as if he wanted to destroy the lock inside, but after only a moment, he withdrew the knife again, and his dark and cold gaze shrank for a moment, and he didn't make any more movements.
I saw that he was also poor in skills, so I didn't say anything, and the two of them stood in front of the tomb door and pondered.
After traveling all the way here, Baoshan is in front of me, but I can't put my mouth shut, it's really aggrieved. At this moment, an idea suddenly came to my mind, and I asked the dumb man, "Is there a way to get the dragon oil out?" β
The dumb man turned his head, his cold eyes brought a hint of doubt, and he opened his mouth lukewarmly, saying, "There are methods, but there is a lack of tools." β
I said, "As long as it is not shocked, the performance of dragon oil is stable?" I have an idea, you come with me. I walked back to the burial chamber where everyone was resting, squatted in front of Gu Wenmin, and said, "Give me the equipment." β
Gu Wenmin probably didn't expect me to talk to her, and was a little stunned, "What? β
I was softened by her confused look, sighed, and said, "I need your kit." Gu Wenmin reacted, and then handed me the equipment bag.
She carried a large number of medical supplies in her baggage, including an infusion tube for intravenous drips.
When the mute saw me take out this thing, he apparently understood, and snatched it away, saying, "Just use it." β
The rest of the people were still in a state of confusion, and the dumb man had already begun to greet the three Japanese and gather the big tripods in one place. One end of his infusion tube was cut off and placed in the ding, and the end with the needle was carefully sent to the back of the stone gate with tweezers.
It's an extremely delicate job, and it's done by mutes. Behind the Nine Lives and Nine Deadlocks is a thin layer of oil wax, which is sealed with dragon oil. The dumb man used tweezers to send the needle deep into the depths, carefully plunged into the oil wax, and after a while, the dragon oil in the oil wax flowed slowly and calmly down the infusion tube, and merged into the bronze tripod we had prepared in advance.
The rest of the people realized that they were all happy, as long as the dragon oil inside was emptied, we could use explosives to forcibly blow open the tomb door. The infusion tube was dragged lightly by the mute's hand, he made a look, and the Japanese immediately moved a pin to pad underneath, and the mute carefully put the infusion tube down.
I saw that in an infusion tube, a slowly flowing liquid was injected into Dingzhong, a qiΔ slowly and steadily, and now the only thing we have to do is to wait quietly. As long as the dragon oil does not vibrate, the nature will not change, we just need to wait quietly for it to be drained, and now we must ensure that we cannot disturb this plastic pipe, otherwise the dragon oil inside will become a disaster.
After putting down the infusion tube, everyone stepped back lightly, retreated to the burial chamber where the burial goods were stacked, and turned the light of the two flashlights to the infusion tube, closely watching the movement over there.
Tofu gave me a thumbs up and said, "Lao Chen, you have a good idea, Xu Fu will know it, and he will definitely be angry." β
As soon as I heard this, I almost choked to death with my own saliva, so I hurriedly covered Tofu's mouth and said: "Your crow's mouth has always been a good and not a bad spirit, phew, what a deceitful corpse, when the dragon oil is finished, we will see Xu Fu himself, can you be reliable, don't touch the mold." β
Tofu was covered by me, and I couldn't say a word, I could only nod my head, and my expression was extremely innocent.
After solving the biggest difficulty in front of us, everyone relaxed, this toss, we may not have rested for a long time, when even if we agreed to take turns to rest. The mute side maintained a very ambiguous attitude with us, neither to go to war nor to cooperate. I don't feel at ease with them, when everyone sleeps, they will arrange two people to take turns to guard, and they don't sleep deeply, and they sleep in a daze for a while, and suddenly someone gently pushes me.
I slept lightly, woke up all of a sudden, opened my eyes, and found that the person who pushed me was actually dumb.
What is he going to do?
I became vigilant, but saw the mute look at me with a cold gaze, his index finger in front of his lips, and then pointed in the direction of my right. At this time, the rest of the people were sleeping, and the only ones who were awake were the third and fourth people who were keeping vigil, but when I turned my eyes, I was surprised to find that these two people were actually walking in the direction of dragon oil, leaving only the two of us with our backs.
The third and fourth machines are already very close to the dragon oil at this time.
I feel that something is wrong, these two are not good at guarding, what are they going to do there?