Chapter 7
said that using his method was no longer effective because he was getting old. To improve the accuracy of this method, one's ears had to be good, which depended on natural talent.Tell me about this: s...The more Lao Er spoke, the angrier he became. His forehead bulged with veins, and he looked ready to strike at any moment.
Sun Lao San also shook his head and sighed, then he pressed the walkie-talkie and said: "Head, there's a new situation down below, this hole has been explored."
There was a minute of silence in the walkie-talkies, followed by Wang’s cold voice: “When were you touched Have you entered the main tomb”
"No, we're still in the burial path. Just now, a mop came rushing over from the accumulated water. Without thinking, it must have been stolen recently. The head, those people in the south, you understand how they do things. They rarely leave valuable things behind after touching a grave."
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The King pondered for a moment and said, "Second son, here's what we do: you go into the main tomb chamber first. If there's nothing in the main chamber, don't bother with the ear chamber. Just gather your things and come back up."
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"Alright, head's down," Sun Lao Er put down the walkie-talkie.
I don't smoke, and my nose is still quite sensitive. At that moment, I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.
"Second brother... how come there's a smell of burning" I asked in confusion.
Upon my words, Lao Er Sun exaggeratedly sniffed the air vigorously forward.
Then he turned his head to look at Sun Lao San, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, we didn't notice just now, this is agarwood."
His face suddenly became somewhat solemn.
"What's wrong with Second Brother and Third Brother Is there something off about this sandalwood" Looking at their serious expressions, I was a little confused.
Here's my thinking, in the past rich people all used rosewood coffins after death. Rosewood has a sandalwood scent, isn't that normal
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The relaxed expressions on the Sun brothers' faces vanished.
"Yunfeng, give me your hand."
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"Huh What do you want me to do" I reached out, confused.
"Second brother, what are you doing!" I cried out in pain as my finger was pinched.
He had cut my finger with a sharp little dagger in one swift stroke.
The scarlet blood flowed out. The Sun brothers, one after the other, smeared a bit of my blood on their wrists.
"Second brother, Third brother, what are you wiping my blood for" I grumbled, sucking on my injured finger.
Sun Laoer told me this at the time.
"Yunfeng, Qian, we're in the business of treasure hunting. We're most afraid of running into the Four Great Evils and Six Lesser Evils."
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The guardian beast with bulging eyes, the orchid incense as pale as a flower, the black coffin lacquered in crimson that doesn't fade, the eternal lamp burning oil that never runs dry - these are the Four Evils. The rules set by our ancestors were like this: blood breaks evil.
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What he said sounded outlandish, but I didn't take it seriously. Is he trying to scare me like a child That's absurd.
I said in a small, aggrieved voice: "Then... then why don't you cut your own fingers Why cut mine..."
Sun Laoer touched my head and sneered, "Our blood doesn't work. We need virgin blood, Yunfeng. You probably haven't even held a girl's hand, have you"
I stuttered and couldn't speak.
Then I deliberately changed the subject and argued, "What are the Six Little Evils"
Sun Lao San shook his head and said to me, "Yun Feng, you've seen little in this line of work. You don't know, these are just sayings passed down from the older generation."
"The Six Small Evils of tomb robbery in the old society are: flowing sand graves, heavenly fire drenching, the master's body uncorrupted (the corpse of the tomb owner), seven orifices sealed with pearls, the coffin larger than the sarcophagus, and rats making nests (rats living inside the coffin)."
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"There are three hundred and sixty ways to make a living. Everyone has their own unique skills. What we do is considered 'black market' in the old society, now it's called 'criminal activity'. The legitimate professions are considered 'the upper nine streams', while those of us who operate outside the law are the 'lower nine streams'. There's also another category: the 'yin seven gate', which deals with the dead."
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Sun Laosan continued, "Yunfeng, since you're in this line of work now, you need to understand all this, so that later on nobody asks you and you don't know, losing face for our Northern School. The so-called Yinqimen, are: one, Sifengh Corpse Person (literally 'one seam corpse person'), two, Kuizi Shou (literally 'two chopping hands'), three, Gan shijiang (literally 'three carrying corpse worker'), four, Chuida Fen (literally 'four blowing large graves'), five, Zha Zhi Ren (literally 'five sticking paper people'), six, Jian Gu Shi (literally 'six picking bone master'), seven, Xiao Guancai Jiang (literally 'seven small coffin maker' - for dead children). These are the Yinqimen. Yunfeng, when you travel the world in the future, remember this."
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These jumbled things I really couldn't remember at the time, just felt he was rambling on and on about everything and nothing, talking about seven different things or eight. I had no idea what he was saying.
"Alright, Third Brother, he's just a little more than that. You talk so much, it's useless. Let's go see the main burial chamber up ahead," Sun Lao Er said, shaking his wrist: "We have Yunfeng's child's blood on us, to ward off evil spirits!"
I waded through the water and followed the path for two or three minutes. The main tomb chamber hadn't appeared yet. As I got closer, I shone my headlamp ahead and saw a stone wall. It wasn't the main tomb chamber.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and my feet were soaked in the murky stagnant water, sending a shiver down my spine.
Reaching the stone wall, Sun Lao Er looked up.
We could clearly see a large black hole on the roof of the tomb passage above our heads, and the cool breeze was blowing in from that hole.
The hole shape was irregular. Old Sun San looked at the hole and frowned, saying: "This was done by that group of people before. The one we passed just now didn't explode, it seems they changed the point and exploded from here. Judging by the shape of this hole, they should have used detonators."
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Sun Lao San pressed the walkie-talkie: "Heads up, straight ahead is a stone wall. It's not what we expected, it's not the main tomb chamber, and we haven't seen any burial goods yet."
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As soon as the walkie-talkie's red light flashed, Wang remotely directed, "A tomb with Qing Gao Ni must have a main chamber. You guys keep searching, check the west ear room to the left and see what's going on.
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"Got it. Head’s up, how much time do we have left"
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"There are two hours and forty-five minutes left until daybreak. Please hurry up as much as possible."
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"Um," Sun Lao'er released the walkie-talkie, and directly led me and Sun Lao San around the stone wall, heading toward the ear chamber to the west.
This is the first time I've seen a burial chamber. It's actually just a hollowed-out little room. Looking at the waterline marks on the walls, this place was definitely submerged underwater before.
What did I see at that time
At first glance, I saw piles of bronze artifacts, a large number of them, haphazardly strewn across the floor of the west chamber. These bronze objects were a mix of broken and intact pieces, including small round cauldrons, square cauldrons, bronze ritual vessels for grain offerings, bronze scoops, and bronze goblets. Just at a glance, there seemed to be dozens of them!
"Sent, sent!"
Sun Lao'er's eyes were red, and he said into the walkie-talkie incoherently: "Grab... grab the head! It's done! We did it! There are dozens of bronze artifacts in the Xier chamber! Black lacquer ancient mercury rust! Authentic Western Zhou water pit goods!"
Wang's head had seen many storms. Through the walkie-talkie, he calmly said: "Transfer in batches, bring me all of it."
"Alright," Sun Lao Er pulled out a snakeskin pouch from his person and grumbled, "Have the mice down south gone vegetarian Leaving us with so much meat I really have to thank their eight generations of ancestors for my mother."
Son Lao San's personality was calm and composed. He furrowed his brows and spoke in a low voice, "Second Brother, I always feel something is wrong. The rats in the south have noses just as good as ours. It's impossible they couldn't smell all this meat... This doesn't make sense..."
Sun Lao'er didn't think the mercury rust was poisonous. He picked up a small bronze square ding and took a sip: "Haha, baby, come home with big brother!"
He also did not forget to say one more thing.
"Lao San, I've noticed that you're getting less and less brave. Why are you thinking so much Lao San, I ask you, if there were a bunch of female college students taking off their clothes and lying on the ground, what would you do"
"It'll have to wait for another time, then."
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