Fatty didn’t believe it, he must have said that I was dazzled.
I got up, pointed to the entrance of the cave and said, "It's already opened anyway, go in and see for yourself."
"I'll go up first."
Shiry Yang pulled the safety buckle, put on his gloves, and took the lead in climbing up the rock wall.
I stayed close to the corner, watching her every move, for fear that something would go wrong.
She quickly climbed to the top of the wall following the traces left by the iron pickaxe.
"How's it going?
Have the lanterns been installed at the General's house?"
"There is light, but it's very dark.
It may be a long-lasting light."
Shiry Yang threw two more spare ropes down.
"I'll go in first and shoot two more eyes.
Be careful when you come up.
The rock wall is already a little loose."
I climbed onto the wall again, and indeed the faint color of the lake came out of the tomb.
This tomb is exquisitely carved, with smooth and translucent walls and colorful murals.
A huge colorful glazed dome hangs directly above the tomb.
The dome is divided into nine levels and nine steps.
Each level is divided into nine branches, pointing to the southeast, northwest and northwest respectively.
The scrolls painted by Bo Jin are hung all over the top of the treasure, decorating the center of the tomb into an exotic resting place.
Due to the age, many volumes have been cracked and broken, and are in a state of decline, almost touching our heads.
Shiry Yang blew gently at the scroll hanging in front of him, but unexpectedly it broke in the wind and fluttered to the ground.
"Silk was very valuable at that time, and the status of Ketuo can be seen."
I picked up the thin brocade and could hardly feel any weight.
The light transmittance was very good, just like cicada feathers.
The most valuable thing is the hand-embroidered scriptures on the thin brocade.
I raised my head and looked around the entire dome, and found that the volumes were of different lengths.
Some volumes were relatively long, and were wrapped three or four times around the branches of the golden treasure tree branches, which was at least a hundred meters long.
The ever-bright lamp in Shiry Yang's mouth is completely different from what we have seen and imagined before.
Along the wall of the circular tomb, there are several groups of copper furniture, which look like personal belongings that the owner of the tomb used to use during his lifetime.
Almost every piece of copperware will have a black pottery jar, which without exception shines with a faint green light.
Counting carefully, there were almost twenty of them, which was frightening to see.
The fat man said happily: "The general has a great conscience and mass-produces them.
Look at these black pottery pots with two ears.
We always think they can be saved."
I squatted down and took a closer look.
From the appearance, there was almost no difference from the black-eared pottery bottle we were looking for.
I just don’t know why the pottery bottles in the tomb emit such a terrifying cold light.
I carefully recalled the contents of the portfolio, and none of them mentioned a luminous vision.
The fat man got impatient and reached out to grab a pottery vase: "No matter how many there are, if you don't take the things right in front of you, you'll be a bastard."
I was busy recalling the details of the pottery bottle, and watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle, unable to stop him in time.
Shiry Yang yelled and put it back.
Her voice was so high-pitched and thin that all of us were stunned, and she seemed to be startled.
It was not her own voice at all.
The fat man stayed where he was holding the pottery vase.
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I stood up and cautiously approached Shirey Yang who was in a daze.
She put her hands on her throat, her face pale.
I don't know if it's my imagination, but I always feel that her whole body is immersed in a dark lake, with a chill in it.
When Shiry Yang saw me approaching her, she shook her head quickly, bent her knees and prepared to retreat.
I made a quick decision and flew over.
Shiry Yang's expression changed completely, and he turned around and kicked.
I put up my hands to block it, but found that Shiry Yang's attack was weak and weak, not like her usual style at all.
When she saw me approaching, she panicked.
She casually grabbed the copperware on the side and smashed it head on.
I reacted faster than she did, holding her wrist with one hand and clasping her waist with the other, lifting her into the air.
She struggled desperately and kept shouting sentences that we couldn't understand, her voice was extremely shrill.
My eardrums were about to burst, but I didn't dare to relax at all, so I strangled her hands harder and harder.
Probably because I pinched him too hard, Shiry Yang suddenly coughed violently.
I was afraid that she would be deprived of oxygen, so I quickly let go of my arm.
Unexpectedly, after she landed, she fell to her knees with a thump and held her stomach firmly.
I stepped forward to help me, but she kicked me far away.
She half-knelt on the ground and said intermittently: "Cough cough, don't, don't come over, give me water, get water, cough cough, cough cough."
I untied the kettle and threw it over.
Shirley Yang picked it up tremblingly, took several sips in a row, and then spat it out with a "wow" sound.
Her body instantly felt like it was on fire, with bursts of white smoke emitting.
The water spit out of her mouth turned into a pool of fluorescent green sticky matter.
She gasped for air, and her eyes gradually returned to normal.
I ran up to support her and asked what was going on.
Shiry Yang trembled slightly, pointed at the fat man and said, "That's not what we are looking for, put it back."
The fat man was stunned, but he didn't dare to refute and obediently put the things back in their place.
I turned back and glanced at the place where Shiry Yang was standing just now.
I don't know when there was a black pottery bottle on the ground, and the stopper on the bottle had long since disappeared.
I looked at Shiry Yang, my scalp was tingling, and I instantly understood what had happened.
"You've got mean hands.
I didn't expect you to have mean hands than a fat man."
I was still frightened, so I helped her sit aside to rest.
Shiry Yang was silent for a long time and then opened his mouth to explain what happened just now.
"I was thinking about the origin of the pottery vase just like you.
Although the shape is the same, there is no record of luminescence in the records.
And the black pottery itself is not translucent.
The source of these cold lights is very suspicious.
When I get closer, I want to know more.
While observing, I accidentally knocked over one, and then I felt dizzy, and all I could see was the desolate desert."
She frowned, as if she didn't want to recall that painful memory, "I remember that there was a There’s a strange smell, probably related to the contents of the bottle.”
The three of us looked at the pottery vase lying on the ground at the same time.
It had long lost its light and fell gloomily in the corner, very inconspicuous.
From this point of view, the substance that emits green light is indeed not the pottery bottle, but the content in the bottle.
"Do we have gas masks?"
"Yes, I replenished some supplies when we were in Urumqi.
I remember buying three of them."
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The fat man looked through his backpack and quickly found a gas mask.
"Everyone put it on.
It's a mule or a horse out for a walk."
I grabbed the black pottery bottle on hand and checked the seal.
There was no wax seal or mechanism.
It was just like I found a lid to seal it.
No wonder it opens as soon as you touch it.
Shiry Yang and Fatty hurriedly put on their masks.
I took a deep breath, slowly pulled out the cork, and then carefully placed the bottle on the ground.
In the quiet tomb, there was no other sound except our breathing.
Three bottles The flashlights were all pointed at the mouth of the bottle, waiting for the truth to surface
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