"One, two, three, push."
I held my breath and worked with them to pry the lever.
At that moment, my shoulders seemed to be pressed against a huge boulder, and I could even hear the friction coming from the seams of my own bones.
This unusual reaction force made me very confused.
At this moment, I just heard a sound of "ah", and the fat man let go and fell down in the blink of an eye.
When I turned around, I saw that he was sweating profusely, and his teeth kept chattering.
One hand covered his right shoulder.
His face turned red first, then white, and finally turned red again, just like a crab that had been scalded by boiling water.
Seeing that he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, I knew something was wrong.
I stepped forward and touched him gently, and found that his big right shoulder was completely out of joint.
"Let me fuck him gently."
The fat man shrank back quickly when I touched him.
Shiry Yang held him up and asked what was going on.
"I can't move."
The fat man grimaced in pain.
After I removed his hand on his shoulder, I found that his entire right shoulder was swollen to the point of disfigurement.
Shiry Yang signaled me to hold the fat man down, and then checked the wound himself.
"It's dislocated.
There may be a gap on the collarbone.
This hand can't be moved for the time being.
Please be patient and reattach the joint first."
We hurriedly attached the fat man's arm and bandaged it with spiral tubes and scraps of clothing.
Fatty Wu felt aggrieved for himself: "You said, you don't even know how to bring first aid supplies.
The more you live, the worse you get.
Ouch, my arm must be considered a work-related injury, Commander Hu."
"Forget it, it's all mine.
I'll give you two grand certificates later."
Seeing that the fat man still had the energy to joke, I knew he had temporarily recovered, so I hurriedly comforted him, "The three of us broke open the door together, but we just...
You are injured.
What does this mean?
It means that Comrade Wang Kaixuan is a good person.
He has devoted himself wholeheartedly to serving the people and maximized the role of screws. " "What a fucking evil door," the fat man said angrily, glaring at the blocking door, "What a piece of shit, Lao Li, you've been studying it for a long time, do you have anything to say?"
Professor Li was engrossed in researching the secrets of the Tiger Bite Gate.
He didn’t even say a word to us from beginning to end.
Even the fat man’s screams didn’t distract him.
At this moment, I saw him standing in front of the door with his hunched body under the dim light, concentrating on it, muttering something incessantly, and looking crazy all over his body.
I have seen many people who couldn't bear the pressure and collapsed in the tomb.
Seeing Professor Li in this state, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Old Li, you can't be in a hurry when it comes to learning.
If it doesn't work, just make a rubbing and study it slowly.
It doesn't have long legs, so it can't run away."
Professor Li didn't seem to hear my voice.
He pressed his limbs against the door, as if he wished he could turn into a gecko and stick to it.
Shiry Yang stepped forward decisively and comforted him softly: "Professor Li, if you are tired, we can send you back to rest.
Then let the comrades of the archaeological team come to help you and bring the door back to the ground for study.
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"As she spoke, she gently put her hand on Professor Li's shoulder.
At first, I thought she was going to take Mr.
Li away from the door.
Unexpectedly, Shiry Yang suddenly turned around and shouted to me: "Come and see.
"The carvings on the door are wrong."
"Lao Hu, look at the picture of the door lintel.
Does that thing look familiar?"
Shiry Yang followed Professor Li's line of sight and pointed out the carvings on the top of the tiger-bitten door to me.
I squinted my eyes to carefully identify the content of the painting.
The embossed sideways figure on the door lintel and the tiger biting deer on the waist of the door were both in a vigorous and concise style, both conveying the spirit through form.
In the center of the carving is a giant beast with fangs and claws.
It stands upright like a human being.
Its arms are extremely long and its claws are huge, like two copper hammers hanging beside its knees.
Under its feet are many broken limbs, and there is a A group of people dressed as ancient folk were kneeling down to beg for mercy.
They raised their necks with one hand toward the sky and the other on the ground, as if they were telling the infinite fear in their hearts to the sky.
After looking at the lintel on the left, I couldn't wait to move my eyes to the right.
The content on the group of carvings was even more ferocious.
In the center of the scroll, there were three or four giant beasts surrounded by a crowd holding torches.
Among the crowd was the leader The general is wearing armor and holding a long whip.
The giant beasts seem to be afraid of the whip in his hand.
They would rather stay in the fire and continue to be burned than be whipped by him.
The content of the scroll ends here and there is no further content.
I walked around the door several times and couldn't find any relevant content.
The fat man couldn't look up because of his shoulder injury.
He asked me what was painted on top and why we all had such expressions on our faces.
"Do you remember the black rice dumpling we met?"
"You said that I fucked the foreign rice dumplings in the temple and I will never forget them in the next life.
That thing can also be called a rice dumpling.
It is simply the mother of the rice dumpling."
"What is carved on the door is the huge black rice dumpling, and there is more than one."
The fat man reacted very quickly.
He stared at the dark crack in the door warily and said, "Could it be Black Zongzi's lair inside?"
Although I don't want to think so, the facts are before me and I have to nod and admit this possibility.
"Then what are you waiting for?
Let's run."
The fat man's movements were a little bigger, which affected the injury on his arm.
He grinned, pointed at Professor Li and said, "This old man was probably scared to death, so we took him away together."
Good, lest he become rice dumplings’ ration.”
We are now injured and scattered, and we are dragging along a confused Professor Li.
Apart from a strategic retreat, it seems that there is really no other better option.
I weighed the shovel in my hand, thinking that if Professor Li really didn't want to let go, then don't blame me for being cruel.
I asked Shiry Yang to pack up the supplies and walked to Professor Li alone.
Just as I was thinking about how to convince him, the old man turned his head on his own, his eyes surprisingly clear, completely different from the demented look he had just now.
He said in a kind tone: "Xiao Hu, I finally know how to open this door."
His calm and gentle attitude actually made me tremble all over, fearing that he would go to extremes and go crazy.
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"Professor Li, look at the carvings on the lintel.
I'm afraid the contents of the coffin are not clean.
We still have to rescue people, and the fat man's injuries are unclear.
He needs to go back to the ground to reorganize."
"No, I want to open the door, I can open it."
Professor Li said firmly, with an irresistible power in his eyes.
The literati of their time had experienced too many hardships, and those who could persevere until now were all warriors who had implemented their beliefs into their lives.
"It's no longer a question of whether you can open it.
Even if you really open the tomb door, the few of us now are simply not equipped to deal with the possible dangers.
You have also seen the carvings on the lintel.
Is it possible for you to open the door?
Isn’t there any doubt about the contents of the coffin?”
"It is precisely because of doubts that I have to open this door."
Professor Li insisted, "I know more about this than you do."
Professor Li's words were surprising.
I never thought that he had seen the black rice dumplings in the picture.
After seeing the puzzled expressions on the three of us, he confidently explained the contents on the door.
"There are six characters engraved on the corners of the gate, which are in line with the standards of the Qin Dynasty.
The general meaning is that there are evil spirits inside, and they must be sacrificed with human animals to the divine whip to trap them.
Didn't I say it before?
I have been doing research on Qin culture all my life, and I am especially fascinated by the history of Qin Shihuang’s search for immortals and elixirs
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