Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

Huo Jilin handed the candle to Wang Kaixuan and lit one in each of the four corners of the tomb.

Fujita Hideo watched from the sidelines, and asked in a not fluent Daxia dialect: "Why do you want to light candles?"

Wang Kaixuan glanced at Fujita Hideo: "Haven't you heard of people lighting candles and ghosts blowing out lanterns?"

Although it is not the first time for Hua Han to go to the tomb, before this, let alone ghosts, he has not even encountered the mechanism a few times.

I don't know who lights the candle and blows the lamp.

Hu Bayi explained, "If the candle is suddenly extinguished, it means that there is a ghost.

Huo Jilin continued: "It's not just ghosts, but also depleted oxygen."

Hua Han was puzzled: "Isn't Daxia not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the country? How can there still be such a thing as a ghost?"

Fujita Hideo replied respectfully: "Boss, this is an ancient tomb, and the spirits here have become spirits before the founding of the country."

Hua Han glared at Hideo Fujita: "Who made you talk so much."

After lighting the candles, Huo Jilin walked to the sarcophagus, and Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan, and Shirley Yang followed.

Seeing this, Hua Han couldn't hide the curiosity in his heart, and followed Huo Ji all the way.

On the side of the sarcophagus, a poem is engraved in the characters of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Hua Han poked the sarcophagus with the tip of a knife: "What is on this? The words are not like calligraphy and paintings, not like paintings." "

During the Western Zhou Dynasty, the development of writing was far less streamlined than it is now.

Most of them are still oracles.

Hua Han didn't understand, saying that it didn't look like painting, and it couldn't be understood like words.

Sun Yaozu trotted all the way forward: "Let me show you."

Huo Jilin moved Hua Han's knife away: "Come on."

Sun Yaozu's face was almost pasted on the sarcophagus, and he read the lines clearly, and then said with a smile: "I haven't studied the ancient characters so thoroughly, and I can only understand the ancient texts after the early Tang Dynasty, but I know that there must be a curse engraved on it, and the coffins are like this."

Wang Kaixuan sighed: "That's really listening to your words, like listening to a seat."

Hu Bayi moved the light of the flashlight to those lines: "Brother Huo, let's take a look."

Sun Yaozu snorted coldly: "Just by him

? Can a famous professor like me understand something that a famous professor can't understand?"

When Wang Kaixuan heard this, he was instantly unhappy: "How can you speak! If you can't do it, it means that others can't do it, right? Ouch, you old man, I think you are dead and sour." "

Huo Ji Lin I IE I IE bent down and looked at the words on the sarcophagus;

" Above this is a poem called Siqi. "

Siqi Daren, the mother of King Wen, Simei Zhou Jiang, the wife of the Beijing family. The eldest heir Huiyin, then Baisi male.

Benefiting the Zonggong, the gods are reckless and resentful, and the gods are intimidating. to the widow, and to the brothers, to the family.

Yongyong is in the palace, and Su Su is in the temple. If you don't show it, you won't shoot it. The raging disease is not bad, and the martyrdom is flawless.

If you don't hear it, you don't know it. Adults are virtuous, and children are made. The ancients are invincible, and they are fashionable.

Hua Han heard one head and two big: "How can there be these things?"

Hu Bayi answered: "Why is there a poem about King Wen of Zhou and Mrs. Da Ji on this coffin?"

Huo Jilin remembered that in the original book, there was a Western Zhou tomb under this Tang tomb.

Come to think of it, it should be Zhou Wen Wang Jichang's.

Then the owner of this sarcophagus is Ji Chang's concubine

Da Ji? But in history, the relationship between this Da Ji and Ji Chang husband and wife is called a Qin Se and Ming, how could he put his precious wife at the door to protect himself?

Huo Jilin stepped forward and observed the iron chain wrapped around the coffin.

With just one glance, Huo Jilin understood.

Looking at the material of this iron, it is not something that the Western Zhou Dynasty should have.

Iron tools only began to develop rapidly during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the only iron in this period was meteoric iron.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is more valuable than gold, how could it be used to make such iron chains.

This Li Chunfeng simply lacks great virtue, and he brought his good wife to work as a security guard.

In fact, the matter of a tomb in a tomb is not a surprising thing, after all, the best feng shui treasures are limited, and some tomb owners simply cover their own tombs on other people's tombs.

In terms of Feng Shui, this is called the Hidden Dragon Tomb.

But this can also lead to a drawback.

Even the dragon qi of the tomb owner at the bottom will be suppressed, and the luck of the descendants will deteriorate, and the corpse will be even more terrifying after the transformation.

After all, it is a lack of virtue, especially such a lack of virtue, if the retribution is on future generations, it will be more than worth the loss.

Could it be that the reason for this space transformation is to appease the anger of the original owner

? Or is it Li Chunfeng that Li Chunfeng has set up the overall situation in order to confuse the tomb robbers?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Shirley Yang shouted: "Mr. Huo! The candle in the corner is extinguished!"

Huo Jilin, Hu Bayi, and Wang Kaixuan hurriedly ran to the candle with an arrow step.

Hua Han, who didn't know anything, also ran along.

Seeing the extinguished candle, Hu Bayi couldn't help frowning: "How is this candle different from what we have seen before? What we have seen before is that it flashes green light first and then goes out.

Huo Jilin took the candle in his hand and looked at it.

The body of the candle was cold and piercing, and the freshly burned wax solidified on the candle, forming a weeping woman.

Just as he was about to study the woman on the candle carefully, a shout reached Huo Jilin's ears.

It turned out that Huo Jilin and his party had just left, and Peng Longjin was already standing in front of the giant sarcophagus, and all his attention was attracted by the night pearl that was emitting blue light.

That night, the pearl seemed to have some fatal temptation, attracting Peng Longjin to stretch out his hands to it.

Li Yi, who was observing the iron chain around the sarcophagus, was the first to notice Peng Longjin's small movements, and yelled:

"Stop!"

said that it was too late, and Huo Jilin, who was still in the corner just now, had already arrived in front of Peng Longjin and stopped Peng Longjin's movements.

Huo Jilin grabbed Peng Longjin's collar and threw it in front of Hua Han: "Take care of your subordinates, don't let him touch things."

But Huo Jilin didn't expect that he had just packed up one Peng Longjin, and another Wilson came up again.

"Bang!"

Before Huo Jilin could finish speaking, the sound of a broken gem reached Huo Jilin's ears.

Huo Jilin turned his head, but saw Wilson looking at his hands in amazement.

The palms of the hands were upward, and it looked as if they were just holding something.

On the ground were fragments of the Night Pearl.

As the Night Pearl shattered, a burst of blue light slowly rose, enveloping the sarcophagus.

Ancient tombs, sarcophagi, blue light, chains.

This strange scene made everyone present instantly chill down their spines.

"Whew... Whoa...

The chain swayed on its own.

"Knock!knock!knock!" "

Zila~Zila~".