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"Good stuff!" Lao Meng looked at the picture on the screen and exclaimed excitedly, "It's really good stuff."

"The technology in the United States is really advanced, and we have to work hard to catch up."

Good things are good, but it is inevitable that they are not made by themselves.

Xu Ang wouldn't tell Lao Meng that China could make this thing if it wanted to. It's just because everyone has no money now, there is no domestic market, and the research and development can't make a return, so no one does this.

When China develops in the future, and the people in the country have money in their pockets, they will be able to build anything more advanced than this.

The weight of the pathfinder vehicle itself and the weight of the explosion-proof shields stuck on both sides of the body are added together, which is comparable to the weight of an adult man. If there is a mechanism in the tomb passage, it can definitely be triggered after it passes by.

With it frantically testing at the front, the safety factor of the people behind has taken a big step.

As long as they do not let their guard down, with the modern protective equipment brought by Xu Ang, there will be no danger at all.

that's the truth.

Under the power of science, the team escaped through the tomb passage and entered the tomb chamber.

Of course, the entry was the part that was not flooded by the water, and there was a part of the tomb that was submerged in the water and temporarily unable to go.

It's only a part of it, it has already met Xu Ang's requirements.

"Inside is the main tomb."

Lao Meng's words showed the reason.

The real good thing must be buried with the owner of the tomb and beside the owner of the tomb, so finding the main tomb has achieved the goal for Xu Ang. He is not Lao Meng, he cares about the fame brought by his participation in the archaeological work of the tomb of Haihunhou. As for specific academic research, Xu Ang will not spend time on it.

Different goals have different requirements.

"What's on the pile next to it?"

On both sides of the main tomb were piles of small piles as high as one person, covering the rooms beside the road. When the lights came on, it was dark blue, and I didn't know what it was. It is only vaguely seen that it seems to be layered on top of each other, accumulating together. Some people were curious when they saw it, and couldn't help but ask questions.

After listening to it, Lao Meng leaned forward, observed it carefully, and replied, "Don't worry, it's not an institution, it's copper coins."

Copper coins, a metal currency, have been replaced by paper money in modern society, but not in ancient times. Especially in the Eastern and Western Han Dynasties, it was the main currency of the currency, and the Han Dynasty often worried that there was not enough copper to cast money.

Xu Ang made a visual inspection. The weight of the copper coins stacked on both sides was definitely measured in tons, and the number would be counted in millions or even tens of millions.

He couldn't help but say: "Huaxia has always been short of copper, and in ancient times the government was often troubled by the shortage of copper. It's better for these royals and nobles. When they were buried, they brought a lot of copper coins into the ground, contributing their own money to the shortage of copper coins. power."

Does this full of irony have the taste of public intellectuals?

"Ah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Ang sneezed.

This is not because he said some sarcastic words in the tomb of Haihunhou and was warned by the owner of the tomb, etc., but the closer he got to the main tomb, the more intense the scent that filled the tomb.

Xu Ang didn't know why, it was obviously a nice fragrance and there was no toxin, but after smelling it too much, he always felt nauseated, as if subconsciously he was resisting the fragrance.

Others didn't react at all, and some secretly took a deep breath, so that the scent filled the tip of the nose, lungs, and even the mouth, but the closer they got to the source of the scent, the more uncomfortable they felt. It seems that this perception is far superior to ordinary people.

"Lao Meng, the tomb of Marquis Haihun is almost two thousand years old. What kind of incense can exist for so long?" It's a good habit to ask if you don't understand, Xu Ang guessed, "Ambergris?"

Lao Meng said nothing.

Seeing his brows furrowed, Xu Ang felt that he should be guessing, but he was not sure.

"Go ahead and have a look, I hope it's different from what I think, otherwise this fragrance is not a good thing." Lao Meng said, and asked Xu Ang, "You have a strong psychological tolerance, I think you should have no problem."

What are you doing mysteriously?

Xu Ang frowned secretly, Lao Meng's performance gave him a bad premonition, thinking that his subconscious was resisting the aroma, Xu Ang didn't want to break the casserole and ask to the end.

Some things are better not to know than to know.

Entering the main tomb, the aroma was not only rich and simple, but Xu Ang felt as if someone had smeared balsamic essence in an unventilated room, and the smell was pungent and irritating to the eyes.

My damn super sentience.

Xu Ang cursed secretly, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, put on a full protective helmet, and also connected himself to an oxygen cylinder.

He was useless up until now, but when he got to the main tomb, he was inhaled with oxygen because of the aroma that everyone else felt good, and he was speechless.

Seeing that Xu Ang reacted so strongly to the aroma, Hu Er consciously led two security personnel to find the source of the aroma without Hu Yi's instructions. It was an urn-shaped copper object in a corner of the main tomb. The aroma was emitted by Weng Zhong and distributed throughout the tomb.

Beside the urn, there is a strange appliance about the height of one person. Its bottom is like a funnel, and the tip of the funnel is aimed at the mouth of the urn.

After seeing this device, Lao Meng walked up quickly. He first took a flashlight into the urn and found a pile of solidified objects that were not known to be thick. It was them that exuded fragrance.

Xu Ang became more and more strange when he saw it. He was really curious, what kind of incense is this, and it can be fragrant for two thousand years. If the method of extracting incense is restored and mass-produced with technological means, then something like Chanel will not be feared.

Hang up and hit.

Seeing the strange utensils on the urn, Lao Meng guessed that most of it was confirmed. In order to avoid mistakes, he still got closer and looked carefully, and even rubbed the tip of the funnel lightly with the tool.

After some tossing, Lao Meng said to Xu Ang, who was waiting for his answer: "It's certain, it's stuffy."

Xu Ang raised his brows, listening to Lao Meng's tone, he knew it, and even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might have read it in books or heard about it from others.

"So, this is the ancient method of making incense?"

Xu Ang thinks that the traditional craftsmanship of the ancestors must be inherited, and good things like this that can last for two years must be carried forward.

He didn't notice that Lao Meng's face was a little weird.

"We all know that the ancients were very superstitious, and the royal family and aristocrats often cared for alchemists for the illusory longevity. According to historical records, Liu He, the Marquis of Haihun, was the abolished emperor of the Western Han Dynasty. He was also an emperor. It is normal to have alchemists under him. You You may not know that this tomb of the Marquis of Haihun was designed and supervised by the alchemist, so it is normal to find some ancient alchemist's products in this tomb."

Xu Ang asked, "So?"

Without a direct answer, Lao Meng said to him: "The superstitious ancients pursued longevity, and alchemists are the best among them. Their methods are bizarre and their ideas are bizarre. You know that even black gunpowder was a alchemist in the beginning. They are also used as food.”

Xu Ang frowned slightly, what is this old Meng doing?

Seeing that Xu Ang was still to be questioned, Lao Meng could only succinctly say: "In ancient times, people believed that there were dragons in the world, but no one had ever seen a dragon. To refine the elixir of immortality. However, there are really no dragons in the world, what should they do? Finally, these alchemists have found a substitute, which is the corpse that has not rotted underground for thousands of years for various reasons."

"The alchemists believe that these corpses can only survive thousands of years by absorbing dragon energy, so they tried their best to extract dragon energy from them, and even used living people as so-called medicinal guides. If I read correctly, this is one of them. One of the fragrant."

"The so-called suffocating fragrance is the product of oil extraction from living people and uncorrupted corpses through special refining by alchemists, which is the strange fragrance we smell that fills the entire tomb now. Look at the utensils next to this urn, I I bet you, if you open it, there will be human corpses inside."

Lao Meng's explanation made Xu Ang know what this strange fragrance was, but he would rather not know.

"My Nima!"

The strange knowledge has increased again, and Xu Ang has a rare foul language.

This traditional craftsmanship is not worth it!