Chapter 14 Bronze Fish Mouth

The burning fire on the coffin plate is about to go out.

Fat Ma picked up a few coffin boards again and threw them into the fire, and the flames slowly came up again. We sat on the ground three times to calm down.

The clay figurine and Ma Fatty were injured. I'm fine and basically survived.

Fat Ma took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to me and each of the clay figurines. Fatty Ma spit out a mouthful of smoke and scolded, "Mom, I almost hung it here."

The clay fig man smoked sullenly and didn't say anything, and I also lit it.

Fat Ma smoked a cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, then bypassed me and the clay man and said, "I have to see if there is any baby on the corpse."

I am speechless for a moment, and Fatty Ma's spirit of suffering is really admirable.

After a while, Fat Ma ran back with a fish mouth-like object in his hand. Fatty Ma smiled happily: "I said there must be a baby."

"What is that," I asked, pointing to the object in Fatty Ma's hand. Fatty Ma shook his head and said ignorantly, "No matter what it is, it's worth."

I took the fish mouth in his hand and looked. In the fiery red light, the fish mouth can still reflect the light. The fish mouth is made of bronze, and the carved fish scales on it are very delicate and smooth as a mirror. After so many years, it seems that it has not been damaged at all.

Fat Ma looked at me so carefully and asked me, "Has Lao Sun seen any fame?"

I shook my head, and the clay figurine also stood up and said, "Show me." I handed him the bronze fish mouth in my hand, and the clay man took advantage of the fire. After a few minutes, he also shook his head.

I took it from the clay man's hand. Suddenly, my hand was stabbed by the bronze fish's mouth. The skin broke a cut, and the blood stains soaked in the bronze fish's mouth. I was going to wipe it clean and give it back to Ma Fatty.

But an incredible scene appeared. The bronze fish mouth actually absorbed my blood. I thought I was dazzled, so I got the unstopped blood on the bronze fish mouth again. In my surprised expression, the blood was sucked away by the bronze fish mouth again. I quickly told this strange phenomenon. I told them.

They also felt incredible and didn't believe it very much. It was not until I tried it again for them that they believed it with a surprised expression on their faces.

The clay figurine said to me in an unstable tone, "This is not a mortal thing. Don't be afraid of blood anymore. I'm afraid of trouble."

What the clay fig man said made sense, and I quickly wiped the blood off my hand.

After returning the bronze fish mouth to Fatty Ma, Fatty Ma shouted in surprise, "Look, is this bronze fish mouth brighter than just now?"

I came forward and looked at the bronze fish mouth, which seemed to be brighter than just now, and the clay figurine nodded with approval.

"It may be the role of your blood just now," the clay fig man analyzed, which is also the only explanation.

I looked at the bronze fish mouth and suddenly felt uneasy. I felt a little dizzy. I asked Fatty Ma to put it away. Fatty Ma answered, found a piece of cloth, wrapped it and put it in his pocket. The bad feeling slowly dissipated.

There are still six pairs of unopened coffins lying behind us. I'm thinking that the rest of the coffins can't be opened, and we can't handle it.

These are indeed fierce coffins, and they are not simple fierce coffins. The exquisite ring and bronze fish mouth found by Fatty Ma show that the identity of these people is probably not simple, and they are not simply buried servants.

After I said this, they also nodded.

Before this, large characters written by ghost square characters were found at both ends of these ten coffins, which may also have a lot to do with the ghost square clan, which made me more and more interested in this mysterious nation.

We rested for a while, and the clay figurine was about to speak when suddenly something violently interrupted his words. We looked back at the same time.

The remaining six coffins were shaking violently, and we all stood up in shock.

"What's the matter," Fatty Ma asked in horror.

I suddenly thought of the word I said before, 'calling corpses'. Have all the dead bodies in these coffins been awakened?

We exchanged eyes, because we didn't know what to say.

Run away. Although we want to escape, we don't want to leave the tomb now, which is like the silent consensus of the three of us.

The clay figurine led the way. We three times passed through this tomb and entered another corridor.

We were in a hurry and soon crossed the corridor and came to a tomb, but strangely, the tomb was blown in by wind and a trace of coolness. I turned on the flashlight. The area of this tomb seems to be very large, but how could there be such a strong wind?

When I looked up, I realized that the tomb seemed to have no top at all, but a big wellhead, and we happened to be at the bottom of the well at this time.

A cold wind poured in from above, and I couldn't help but tighten my clothes. Fat Ma began to walk around. I followed him with light, and the clay figurine also began to patrol the environment here.

In this special tomb, there are still plants on the wall, densely close to the wall and extending all the way up. These plants can be recognized at a glance. First of all, there are moss and mushrooms, but these mushrooms look strange, unlike those ordinary mushrooms we have seen in the mountains.

I can't recognize the others.

The environment here is wet, dry and cold, and it is like two caves in the tomb where it was before.

"There seems to be nothing here," I said.

Fat Ma estimated that he was also impatient and followed me and said, "Let's go. Don't waste time here. Those zongzi will catch up later (it should be good to call it with zongzi).

And the clay figurine is still looking carefully.

He used a dagger to push away the layer of moss sticking to the wall. Suddenly, murals appeared inside. The clay figurines accelerated their efforts to clean up, and murals began to appear one after another.

Fat Ma and I also quickly joined the cleaning team. Within a few minutes, part of the murals were cleared out, and further cleaning was interrupted.

After cleaning up, the three of us looked at it carefully. Fatty Ma was half a bucket of water and was not interested in these ghosts. After looking at it for a while, he walked away.

These murals are like recording a war, one after another, and each picture is also equipped with text.

I know these words, and they are also ghost words. The text of the first picture is: God bless my clan, and we will win this battle.

The history of this war is recorded one after another, but it is regrettable that they lost.

From these words, I concluded that the ghost people are born soldiers. They are cruel and warlike by nature. There is no saying who fought in this war. The only thing that can distinguish them is that their clothes are different. In addition, the faces carved on the wall seem to be a little different.