Chapter 10 Coffin

I shouted again: "Fat, stay where you are. If you have enough rest, continue to move forward according to the original method."

It was a few minutes after Fatty Ma walked out of the tomb.

After Pang Ma gasped enough, he muttered, "It's better to be down-to-earth!"

I have begun to look at this tomb, and there is nothing abnormal. There is a coffin on the stone platform in the middle.

The shape of the tomb is square, and the floor of the tomb is paved with large pieces of blue stone, and the walls on all four sides are tight.

It's a normal tomb! But because everything is too normal, I don't feel at ease.

The coffin lay quietly on the stone platform, which was gloomy black.

I couldn't help asking Mud Man, "What do you think is wrong?"

The clay figurine looked at me in surprise and shook his head.

When Fatty Ma saw the coffins, he was very excited and walked forward with a Luoyang shovel in his hand.

Although I feel a little uneasy.

I didn't go up until the clay figurine and Fatty Ma stood by the coffin and called me.

"Oh! It's very cool!" Fat Ma put his hand on the lid of the coffin.

After listening to it, I also put my hand on the lid of the coffin, and the tentacles were cold. That feeling was ignited from the bottom of my heart. It was very strange! It's not like the cold in the ice and snow, nor the coolness of blowing fans and air conditioners in summer, but more like the comfort of the natural wind blowing on the surface.

And there is no sign of decay in this coffin.

There is nothing else on the coffin except a layer of black paint. It is so clean, just like this tomb and the previous tomb.

Is it really like what is written on the tomb door? The tomb owner is very poor. But the scale of this mausoleum is not like this, or there is something secret.

Fat Ma knocked on the coffin lid carelessly and banged. Suddenly, it turned into a sound of coo, coo, coo, coo. Fatty Ma was shocked and hurriedly stopped his hand.

But the gurgling sound was still ringing, and my heart sank, and I quickly greeted them to retreat from the stone platform together.

I stared at the coffin for fear of a change. The same is true of clay figurines and fat horses.

Every coo touches my heartstrings. Is this coffin making a sound? Or what is warning us?

Ma Pangzi said, "First light four candles in the southeast and northwest corner of the coffin. Ma Pangzi uses the tone of seeking opinions."

I nodded.

Fat Ma began to put four candles on the four corners of the coffin, and then used a lighter one by one. After ordering, Fatty Ma carefully retreated to us.

I looked at the candle in the four corners.

The flames are getting more and more vigorous! There is no tendency to extinguish. Although it is not going to be extinguished, we still dare not act rashly.

Take a hair and move your whole body. If you want to act, you have to think about the consequences.

The candle slowly burned out under our gaze, and when I thought the candle went out, it once again subverted my idea.

The candle has burned, but the wick has not been extinguished, and the light is still on.

I'm sweating coldly on my back.

The three of us looked at the same time, and I could see the panic in their eyes. An unheard-of situation appeared.

I remember that Fatty Ma said that if the old man in the coffin did not agree with us to open the coffin, the candle would be extinguished immediately. If you agree, the candle will not go out.

And now what's going on? I feel that my feet can't lift and trembling.

I whispered, "What's the matter?"

The mud man and Fatty Ma's face were not normal and didn't answer my words.

The wick is still on.

Fat Ma suddenly stepped forward quickly and blew out all the wicks.

Suddenly, the cooing sound turned into a banging sound, and it kept alternating.

After Fatty Ma retreated, cold sweat flowed out in a straight line like rain. I didn't dare to come out, and the clay figurine's fist-clenched hand slowly loosened.

I met a hard stubble today, said Fat Ma.

We stood still for five minutes before the sound stopped. I took a breath...

When the coffin approached again, it was already a quarter of an hour later, and the three of us stared around the coffin as if to see the flowers.

"What should I do now?" I asked.

The person who leads us does not appear, but there is always a purpose.

Fat Ma is worried about whether to open this coffin or not. If he wants to open it, he will naturally not be ambiguous.

There is always a personal decision on this matter.

No, no, no, I said two answers to the clay man.

I looked at the clay figurine.

Fat Ma said impatiently, "Give me a letter!"

"Then open it!" Finally, I compromised. I know that their professional career requires them to choose. If you want to ask Fatty Ma, Fatty Ma must be more inclined to open the coffin.

The material of this coffin is unusual, and the people buried in it must be ordinary.

And there is no basis for us to judge the age of the mausoleum at this time. Just looking at the tomb road is made of masonry, which should be from the Ming and Qing dynasties, but this speculation is untenable.

But I dare to guarantee the mausoleum that entered the northwest ten years ago. It must be a tomb of the Shang Dynasty, because the bronzes and simple ceramics in it prove that bronzes have not occupied the main position in later dynasties, and porcelain has become more popular.

Then I'll do it! Fatty Ma asked for advice.

Fat Ma carefully put his hand on the coffin, but the strange sound I thought did not sound. Fatty Ma's face stagnated, and I believe he was also surprised.

The clay figurine also joined quickly, but when they started, they found that the coffin did not have a coffin lid or coffin body. It was simply a whole.

The clay figurine suddenly said, "This can't be the legendary ebony!" There was surprise in his tone.

Fat Ma obviously doesn't know what 'ebony' is.

The clay figment explained: "The ebony is commonly known as the gloomy wood, also known as the oriental god wood. It is rumored that it can preserve the body from immortality, and there is also the saying that it can ascend to immortality and seek immortality, but this kind of wood only exists in legend, and when people are buried, this kind of ebony only needs to hollowed out on the tree."

Fat Ma was also surprised and said, "That is to say, there may be a fairy sleeping inside!"

"How can you say so ridiculously," I answered.

Fat Ma laughed and relaxed a little: "If you are a fairy, ask for a panacea by the way!"

"The idiot talks about dreams," the clay figurine retorted the fat man.

Fat Ma smiled and said, "I'm willing!"

The clay figurine did not answer. Compared with the laughter of Ma Fatty, the clay figurine's face became rigorous, and then said to me, "Lao Sun, maybe your choice is right."

"Can't open the coffin?" I asked.

The clay figurine nodded heavily.

"Why did you suddenly hesitate," I continued.

"If you open it, there may be a disaster, and the three of us can't cope with it," the clay man said in a low voice.

At this time, a sudden voice sounded, "The three of you can't cope with it, and we should have enough..."

I reflected at the same time and quickly looked for the location of the sound.