Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

"Let me introduce you."

"This is Lunzi, this is Lao Mian, and this is Aaron. They have been with me through life and death. They are good brothers who can definitely be trusted."

"Hello, everyone."

I got up and shook hands with the three of them one by one, and it was considered a simple acquaintance.

The average age of these three people is more than 30 years old, and they all have tattoos. Their eyes look imposing, and it seems that they have hacked people with Li Fei back then.Especially this one called Lao Mian, he has a tattoo of Guanyin with closed eyes all over his back, and he is not someone to be messed with at first glance.

Li Fei told them roughly what he was going to do on the phone, and the man named Lengzi said: "Brother Fei, if you say you want to chop someone down, I guarantee it will be fine, but...dig a grave...how many brothers are there?" I’ve never done this before!”

"That's right, Brother Fei."

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the old man said lightly, "I'm afraid that if we dig for a long time, we won't find any hair in the end, so it won't be ashamed."

I hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, I've stepped on it a little better, as long as we act together, I promise to gain something!"

In fact, I wanted to say that I am a professional, and you just need to listen to my instructions.

After the anti-crime crackdown, these few people didn't live a good life, not to mention financial difficulties, but they really didn't have a lot of money on hand. After hearing my promise that they could make a lot of money, these few people immediately geared up.

The ancients said that three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. The job of robbing tombs is actually not difficult. As long as you are brave and not afraid to go in, and there is a knowledgeable person commanding you, you can often get twice the result with half the effort.

This night, after one o'clock in the night, the moon is not very bright.

Here in Nuanquan Wasteland, it was quiet, and a few black shadows were holding shovels, digging hard with shovel after shovel.

There are occasional vehicles passing by on the road in the distance, so we dare not turn on the lights here, so we do it in the dark.

Me, Lao Mian, and Aaron were in charge of digging. Li Fei and Liaozi were on top, and the other was on the side of the road. The two were in charge of letting the wind out.

We all have walkie-talkies on us, as long as there are strangers or cars around, the fool will remind us immediately through the walkie-talkie, and our side will stop immediately.

If you do this job with your head, I guess you won't go down to the hole to dig the soil yourself, and everyone understands the reason.

But sometimes, my way of thinking is different from that of the head. I am suspicious of others, and I am not suspicious of the employer. Li Fei saved my life, so I dare to hand over my back to him.

After more than an hour, the robbery cave went down to a depth of more than three meters. We loaded the wheel cart and carried the soil up with buckets.

The transported soil was piled nearby, which is different from Ye Luzi’s method. I plan to backfill the soil afterwards.

"Wait, damn, let me take a breath first."

Aaron's body was covered with dirt. He held the shovel and kept breathing.

The old man smiled and said, "Long Zi, your health has degenerated in the past two years, why do you become so breathless after doing this kind of work, is it because of kidney deficiency?"

Aaron wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Old Mian, don't stand up and talk without back pain. You are not married yet, and when you get married, you will not be much better than me."

The old man grinned, showing his white teeth and said: "It's not like you don't know damn well, I don't like women, I like men, especially the thin-skinned white ones with small arms, legs and butts | butt balls type."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at me.

I tensed up immediately, thinking to myself: "Damn... I didn't see this, so you are actually an old glass."

It's a good thing I don't belong to the thin-skinned and white-flesh type, otherwise, I'm really worried that he has unreasonable thoughts about me.

Li Fei from above urged: "Don't rest! Brothers, hurry up!"

We continued to work, and the robbery hole just dug deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, I noticed that the upturned soil began to become a little moist and the color began to change.

I grabbed a handful of soil and felt it with my tongue.

I'm now sure I dug in the right place.

Many people don't understand why I always like to lick dirt or bricks. In fact, this is a professional habit. In the past 70s and [-]s, many old northerners had this habit, and they will never get rid of it in this life.

Soil is divided into natural soil and living soil. Natural soil mainly includes sedimentary soil and alluvial soil. Both of them have no taste. Put this kind of soil on your tongue and your tongue will be clean as soon as you wipe it with your hand.

Living soil must be backfilled or stirred twice, which disrupts the original layers and color boundaries and turns into flower soil of multiple colors. Even after thousands of years, it is impossible to blend perfectly.

Put this kind of soil on the tongue, no matter how you spit it out, you can't spit it out, it's like clay, hanging on the tongue.

Then there is the taste.

There are generally three flavors of northern grave soil, one is sweet like moldy rice wine, the other is like rotten white radish, and the other is strong like saltpeter.

The top masters of the Northern School, if you let them taste it, they can even tell exactly which city in China this soil came from.

Suddenly, the old man shouted: "Look quickly! This looks like a green brick!"

I said yes, and quickly dug up the surrounding loose soil, and a layer of neatly arranged large green bricks was immediately exposed under our feet.

A row of blue bricks are stuck together tightly, and there is still a lot of dried white paste in the gaps between the bricks.

I asked Li Fei to drop the hammer and the needle I made during the day, and then I pointed the needle at the crack of the brick.

"Smash! Be careful, don't hit my hand." I said.

The old man spat, picked up the hammer and smashed it vigorously.

"Okay, I'll change positions."

"Go on," I said.

The old man smashed the kidnapper's needle again.

After working for more than half an hour, the old man was sweating profusely and said, "What's the matter! Why can't these bricks be opened!"

"Okay."

Feeling almost done, I stood in a safe position, raised my foot and stomped down!

All of a sudden!A lot of blue bricks fell down!A black hole with a diameter of tens of centimeters appeared directly.

The old man immediately lay down on the ground and looked down, he immediately shivered, turned his head and said, "Damn, why is it so dark, it feels gloomy inside."

They had never seen this scene before, so it could be seen that they were a little nervous.

I half-jokingly said: "Nonsense, can a 1000-year-old tomb not be dark? Do you still want someone underneath to light the lamp for you?"

I turned on my flashlight and took a photo, and saw a relatively narrow tomb passage at the bottom, about one and a half meters wide.

Knowing that the connection was made, Li Fei also came down to take a look. Like the old man, he was very curious about this unknown thousand-year-old tomb.

Compared with them, I have long lost that freshness, just like going back to my own home.

After coming down, the old man couldn't help holding up his flashlight to look around. He asked me, "Last time I watched TV and said that there are white-haired corpses in the ancient tomb. Is there any here?"

I shook my head: "There are white-haired corpses, but they are impossible to appear in this kind of tomb. Some of them are also in Yunnan. Let's move on."

This tomb passage is not only narrow, but also short, and it ends in a few steps, perhaps only seven meters or more.

There are no ear chambers on the left and right, and the main tomb is at the end of the tomb passage. From the remaining traces on the ground, it can be seen that there should have been a wooden door blocking the outside of the main tomb. It has been too long, and the wooden door has disappeared, leaving only a pile of rotten wood.

When I entered the main tomb and took a photo with a flashlight, I was shocked.

I saw that the ground was full of that kind of black glaze jars, one jar next to the other, the number was probably at least a few hundred, and it was impossible to get rid of too many.

The old man suddenly shouted: "Look! What is that thing! It looks like a big hedgehog!"

Where there is a big hedgehog, it is in the corner of the tomb, and there is a huge iron tank.

I have never seen such a big vat, I just saw a pair of iron swords inserted in the vat like that, because it is made of iron, hundreds of iron swords have been completely rusted together with the big vat, and the whole is rusted. A big iron bump that looks like a hedgehog.

The old man picked up a bottle, weighed it, and asked me excitedly: "Did we send it? These bottles are antiques!"

I nodded: "They are all antiques from the Tang Dynasty. They are all soul bottles, and there are still people living in them."

The old man shivered while holding the bottle, and said, "Don't scare me! I'm very brave!"

"What did I scare you for? You look down carefully. The bottles are all engraved with names, and there are probably ashes of the past inside."

When the old man saw it, he immediately put the bottle down.

Excluding the bad ones, there is a person's name engraved on each jar. These are sauce-glazed soul bottles from the Tang Dynasty, with ashes inside. In the past, we called this kind of thing a soy sauce bottle.

Li Fei was very courageous. He picked up a bottle and looked at it, and suddenly said to me in doubt: "Oh? Brother, why is your name on this bottle?"

"My name? Brother Fei, are you kidding me!"

This kind of joke can't be messed up!Ominous!

Unexpectedly, Li Fei said: "If you don't believe me, come and see!"

Thinking he was joking, I went over to take a look and saw a person's name clearly engraved on the bottle.

"Zhao Yunfeng."

I immediately cursed bad luck!

Damn, I actually have the same name as a person from the Tang Dynasty who died more than 1000 years ago.