Chapter 11 Small Zongzi

Tao urn burys people, this is the first time we have met, which is really unimaginable.

Suddenly, a rotten and gloomy claw emerged from the mouth of the pottery urn. It climbed the edge of the pottery urn, and then the second hand also emerged.

As soon as Zhang Tong straightened up, he saw two gloomy claws coming out and took a cold breath. For a moment, he was stunned like a wooden man and didn't know what to do. People from a professional background like them had never experienced such a thing at all.

I took a deep breath and took out the black donkey's hoof.

Fat Ma aimed his machine gun at Tao urn and was ready to deal with it at any time. If Zhang Tong hadn't allowed Ma Fatty to shoot and smash Tao urn, it would have been estimated that Fatty Ma would have fired.

I asked Zhang Tong and the others to take a step back.

Suddenly, at the moment I was distracted, I felt something hanging around my neck. When I came to my senses, the three souls were scared away, and I saw a zongzi only one meter tall wrapped around my waist.

At this moment, I was stunned and didn't react at all.

Fortunately, Fatty Ma has rushed over and locked the neck of Zongzi with a machine gun.

The sweat on my forehead was flowing down like rain. With the help of the light, I saw the appearance of the rice dumplings. The skin was completely rotten, and the specific appearance of my face could not be seen clearly. It seemed that there were worms crawling out of its mouth. I almost couldn't help spitting out.

"Old Sun, why is this zongzi so strong?" Fatty Ma bit his teeth and dragged the zongzi back.

My hands were clamped to death by it, and I couldn't exert my strength at all, and my heart was already confused: "Fatty, you should use some strength!" But when I saw the blue veins on Fatty Ma's forehead, I knew that Fatty Ma had tried his best.

I looked down at the zongzi in front of me. Grandma's strength was not ordinary. If Fatty Ma hadn't locked its neck, I guess my sand washing career would have ended here.

"Dian, what are you still doing?" Fat Ma roared.

At this time, a hand stretched over and stuffed the black donkey's hoof into the mouth of the rice dumplings with lightning. At this time, I felt that my body was light and found that I could move.

And Fatty Ma staggered back a few steps because he lost his force point and almost fell down. He quickly loosened one hand and clenched the machine gun with the other.

Stabilize your body and curse your mother.

The rice dumplings have fallen to the ground, and their mouths are blocked by a black donkey's hoof, which looks extremely ferocious. There is a black ** in his mouth, emitting a foul smell.

This is obviously an adult Zongzi, but its strength is surprisingly strong.

I moved my muscles and bones, my arms were swollen and painful, and my nervousness has not completely calmed down. These are all thanks to this zongzi.

Fat Ma put a few shots back around his neck, squinted, and looked at the little Zongzi for a burst of **, but he was disappointed and there was no weapon at all.

Fat Ma wiped his hand and complained in his mouth.

What happened just now? I don't have any aftertaste now. Why did the rice dumplings jump on me all of a sudden? At that time, my idea was still about how it cheated the corpse.

All this looks so incredible.

"Are you all right?" Zhang Tong came over and asked me in a hurry.

I shook my head.

Tao urn is still standing intact, but it is already empty, and there is an extra zongzi on the ground. These all seem to happen in an instant.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and calmed down again.

Zhang Tong no longer dares to approach Tao Weng. Looking at the black** flowing on the ground, she was still a little shocked.

"Is it dead?" She pointed to the dumplings on the ground.

"It's dead, it's a fraudulent corpse."

"Did you cheat the corpse?"

"Yes."

Zhang Tong calmed her breath. Although she pretended to be calm, I still heard panic from her voice.

Fat Ma shouted at this time, "It's meaningless. It's just a small zongzi. There's nothing." Fatty Ma has been interested in several Tao urn.

There are also three pottery urn, one is the same size as the one that has been opened, and the other two are relatively large. If the probability of burying the corpse is so high, then the other three pottery urn may also be like this.

And these dumplings in the pottery urn seem to have a lot of strength. If there are not a few people who can't cope with it at all, even the fat horse can't eat it.

"For the sake of safety, I suggest that these pottery urn should not be opened again."

"I agree," Fatty Ma supported me. With that, he patted his buttocks and stood up from the ground.

Zhang Tong was silent and stood in a daze with a brush in his hand, and so did the other three. Finally, she said, "I need data, and you promised me."

When I heard this sentence, I knew what it meant.

Fat Ma said to the three team members behind Zhang Tong, "Go and open the cover for you. As long as the rice dumplings appear, I will help you break through them." Fat Ma tried his best to insult him.

After the three young people saw the situation just now, they didn't dare to move at all and didn't dare to speak with their lips.

"Don't waste time," Fatty Ma urged.

Zhang Tong looked a little ugly. He looked back at the few people behind him and hated it, but it was not their fault. They had just graduated from college, which was the first time to really participate in archaeology.

Finally, Zhang Tong squeezed his lips and clenched his fist: "I'll go."

Fat Ma's smile settled down.

And Zhang Tong has taken steps forward. Just as she passed me, I took her hand and said, "Let me do it."

Zhang Tong's face was hesitant, and I quickly walked towards Tao Weng: "Fatty, help me light it."

Fat Ma came to his senses and said, "Good!"

said that the fart followed me, and the clay figurine also followed. When I was about to do it, my eyes were attracted by the spell-like note on the pottery urn.

Isn't it strange? Why do you want to paste this kind of thing? To ward off evil? It doesn't seem to make sense.

I looked for the lid of the pottery urn that had been opened before, and the seal on it had disappeared. Is the reason for the high probability of fraud related to these charms?

"What are you thinking about?" Fat Ma said.

"Look at these strange seals."

Fat Ma and the clay man looked at the seal on Tao Weng at the same time. Isn't it just two pieces of paper?" With that, Fatty Ma tore up the seal, and I didn't react at all.

I looked at Tao Weng in panic in case it suddenly changed, but after a while, there was no movement at all. Am I worried too much?

I didn't wait and said, "If something happens, retreat quickly." After saying that, I opened the lid of the pottery urn.

After the lid was opened, a faint smell of medicine dissipated, but it did not stay in the air for long and disappeared.

The black Tao urn saw the sun again, and the three of us took a few steps back at the same time.

"Are you okay?"

"It seems that it's really okay," Lao Sun.

"Don't take it lightly."

Zhang Tong stared nervously at our every move behind.

After a few more minutes, I began to be sure that it should be okay. I approached the pottery urn. The pottery urn I opened just now was about the same size as the previous one.

To be honest, there is still some shadow in my heart at this time. After all, what happened just now is still vivid.

I put a flashlight and looked inside, and an old face came into my sight. Because the shape of the pottery urn is narrow from the bottom and not high enough, the body of the person buried in it was shrinking, the legs were folded into an eight-character shape, and the whole body was completely deformed.

The body in the pottery urn has its eyes tightly, and the skin on its face is like unrubbed potato skin, fragmented, and the water has not been completely restrained.

Three deep wrinkles on the forehead seem to have been stuck into the brain bone. The whole skin is brown, and the scalp is wrinkled with sparse hair.

Looking at his face, he should still be a child, and his height is estimated to be more than one meter. It's a small zongzi that is the same as the previous one, but I dare not ignore it. I have suffered losses, and now there are still claw marks on my sleeves.

I probably guessed that these pottery urn should be used to bury minors. If it is a custom, it is understandable, but why make the pottery urn smaller than the body?

And according to my understanding, if a child dies, as an adult, he will not bury the child's body. Generally, it is sparks, and then scatter the ashes in the mountains and rivers. These are all well-founded. I once read a relevant article. Of course, it is not ruled out that someone will be buried, but after all, it is a minority.

Old Sun, let me study it.

Fat Ma squeezed to the front and was shocked when he saw the body in Tao urn, but what kind of Man Ma was? These had no impact.

He stretched out his hand and touched it inside. This time, he was sure that it was safe. After touching it for a while, Fatty Ma smiled and took out a square sign from it.

Fat Ma's eyes were sharp. After looking at it for a while, the smile on his face stopped: "Maoman, I'll give you a sign."

"I don't want it."

"Grandson, here you are."

I know that this fat man is not so kind. He must have given it to me because it was worthless, but I still took it over. The square sign is carved with a complicated rune, which is more like a mark.

Fat Ma had another toss and finally stopped and said, "Come on, I'm busy again."

I didn't know anything about holding the square sign. At this time, I remembered that Zhang Tong was still there, and I called Zhang Tong.

Zhang Tong's eyes lit up. In fact, she had already noticed that Fatty Ma took out a square sign, but she didn't dare to come over. When I called her, she immediately came over.

I handed her the wooden card. She held it in her hand, cleaned it with a brush, and then looked at it seriously. After looking at it for a while, she seemed to be thinking again.

Suddenly, she shouted, "Yu Nu, come and have a look." Soon a man with highly myopic glasses came over. Zhang Tong gave him the sign without hesitation.

His eyelids were about to be attached to the square sign. Over time, his hands began to tremble and he couldn't help but be a little excited: "The pattern drawn on this sign should be a mark of a family. If we can find out which family it is, it will play a vital role in our research work. "

"Do you have a clue?" Seeing him so excited, I asked.

"Well, when I studied archaeology, I specialized in this knowledge, so I have seen the marks of many ancient families. I'll take a look and tell you later."

Seeing him say so, I can't bother him anymore.