Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Priority Reversal
I was indeed scared, but after a short moment, I broke out in a sweat.
Perhaps because I was startled and confused, Master Qi was like a dead man and didn't know how to move. Instead, he kept asking "ah ah" behind me.
I was completely desperate. I thought that what I feared would come true. Many gravediggers didn't want to bring a novice with them when they went down the pit, because they were afraid that the other party would become a burden at the critical moment. If I had known this, I would never let him come to transport soil. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. Now I was blocked inside. I was so anxious that I wanted to turn into a flying monkey. I was too lazy to argue with him. I kicked him in the face with all my strength.
The master felt the pain and finally began to retreat slowly.
I didn't dare to breathe. My eyes were fixed on the front. I began to retreat, praying to God in my heart that he would open his eyes and not let me die here.
If I'm not mistaken, this is something called fire clay. It looks like a lot of cold medicines. It's a small yellowish-brown particle with strong water absorption. When buried in the soil, it can absorb all the water in the surrounding soil and eventually become something with a texture similar to plasticine. After it comes into contact with the air, it will explode in a short time.
I'm not a top student, and I know nothing about chemistry. I don't know what the specific ingredients of this thing are, but this thing is definitely not used in real life. It has been used to prevent tomb robbery since its inception. It is mixed in the covering soil. After absorbing water, it is no different from the soil. It is hard to prevent. Many tomb robbers were blown to pieces by this thing.
Soon, I heard the Seventh Master screaming and retreating all the way.
At this time, a red light flashed in front.
It was a color close to charcoal fire, which was a typical sign of the eve of the explosion of fire clay. At this time, the fire clay will be red all over, just like burning red carbon.
My pupils contracted sharply, and I used my hands and feet to quickly retreat. Just when most of my body had retreated and only my head was left in the cave, the fire clay exploded with a thunderous sound, and the flames rolled towards me. But before the flames could engulf me, a scorching air wave hit me hard.
My mind was blank in an instant, and I had no time to react. I was directly blown away by the terrible air wave. There was a severe burning pain on my face. I was blown away for three or four meters. After landing, I opened my mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. I instinctively covered my face and wailed, rolling on the ground.
"Er Gouzi, Wei Jingzhe!!"
I heard Zhang Xinya's cry. She seemed to come up to help me, but I had lost my ability to think and kept covering my face tightly.
In fact, it is hard to say whether it was pain or fear. The moment I was swept by the air wave, I felt like I was dead.
Boom!
The explosions continued, and the ground was shaking.
Lao Bai and Brother Yaozi came up and held me down and dragged me to the side, and then Brother Yaozi grabbed my wrist and forcibly pried my hand apart.
For a moment, the burning pain became more intense, and my breathing became rapid.
My blurred vision gradually returned to normal, and I saw that my hands were covered with blood.
Brother Yaozi shouted anxiously: "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath!!"
I gasped instinctively, but the more I gasped, the more itchy my throat became. Finally, I coughed repeatedly, and a little blood splashed out with my coughs, staining Brother Yaozi's face.
Brother Yaozi was at a loss, but he kept reminding me to take a deep breath.
"This is a wound to the internal organs. You will kill him like this!"
Old Diao Ye cursed, came up and pushed Brother Yaozi aside with his arm, and lowered his body to punch me in the stomach.
I felt a hot current rushing up from my abdomen, like the uncontrollable vomiting feeling after being drunk. I bent my body and vomited a lot. In addition to some gastric juice and food residue, there was also a lot of blood.
"Fuck you!"
Lao Bai roared and rushed forward to fight with Lao Diaoye.
However, my mind gradually recovered at this time and I grabbed him.
I don't know if I can save my life, but after the punch from Old Diaoye, my breathing did become much smoother...
"See, you guys will choke him to death if you do that!"
Old Diaoye pushed Old Bai away and said, "The Russians' bombs blew up people before, damaging their internal organs and lungs. Their stomachs are full of blood, and they keep coughing and spraying blood. If we don't get it out, they will die!"
After vomiting, I felt sore and weak all over. I tilted my body and fell to one side. The burning pain on my face was still there, but at least I stopped coughing up blood. The fear in my heart lasted for a long time. Seeing Old Bai and Brother Yaozi approaching, I asked Brother Yaozi, "Brother, do you think I will not survive tonight?"
I heard before that when the Japanese invaded, many new soldiers who had just put down their hoes and picked up guns did not die under the Japanese bullets or were blown to death after entering the battlefield. Instead, they were shocked to death by shells. The reason was very simple. When the shells fell, they lay directly on the ground. They looked fine the day before, but died the next day. The internal organs in their stomachs were damaged.
I was directly swept by the air wave of the explosion, and I had such symptoms again, which made me instinctively feel that my internal organs must have been damaged.
Brother Yaozi and Lao Bai just comforted me. Lao Diaoye came up and put one hand on my chest with the back of his hand arched, and kept hitting with the other hand, asking me if it hurt.
I said of course it hurt, and I felt my heart trembling.
The old man knocked a few more times, and said with a smile that I was lucky and I was fine. He had seen people who were killed by shells. When they were knocked on the chest, it was like their flesh was torn apart alive. They screamed miserably, and blood would slowly flow out of their seven orifices. I just felt pain at most. It should be just that my internal organs were injured and the blood clots were removed. I won't die. I just need to go back and recuperate after this matter is over.
Several people were busy taking out medical kits and began to bandage my face.
They said that I was burned in some places, but not seriously. After all, I was just burned by the air wave and would not be disfigured.
While they were busy, I finally saw the hilltop after the explosion. Several long cracks spread on the hillside, as if it had experienced an earthquake, and it was in a mess.
If nothing unexpected happened, it should be from the entrance of the tomb door of this ancient tomb to the surface. The thick covering layer was mixed with fire clay. The amount was large, otherwise it would not be blown up like this.
As far as I know, the explosive power of this kind of fire clay is not great, not even as powerful as black powder, not to mention compared with the current high explosives such as nitroglycerin and trinitrotoluene. Of course, it is no problem to blow up a flesh and blood body, and it is hard to prevent, which may be the reason why this thing has not been popularized.
However, filling so much fire clay in the covering soil is really worthy of the word "crazy". If I hadn't been careful and discovered it early, I'm afraid I would have died.
Not long after, Zhang Xinya helped me bandage, and my face was wrapped in bandages, just like a mummy.
Perhaps seeing that I calmed down, Brother Yaozi asked about the actual situation.
I briefly explained the situation, and then I heard Lao Bai say: "This should be the anti-theft method of this tomb, right? Why do you say we were plotted against?"
I said: "It's very simple, fire clay only appeared in the Ming Dynasty!"
I remember this very clearly. In the Ming Dynasty, China had already seen the signs of the emergence of capitalism. At that time, technology was relatively advanced, firearms were very common, and there was already a consciousness of making things in this area. Only then did fire clay appear, and it only appeared in the middle and late Ming Dynasty.
But this is an ancient tomb of Donghu.
When did Donghu perish?
If nothing unexpected happened, it should be around 200 BC, which is nearly 1,700 years away from the appearance of fire clay. Isn't this weird?
Moreover, when I shoveled, I felt that the five-colored soil outside was a little bit wrong.
The five-colored soil was in pieces and very large!
It felt like it was completely cut from other graves and covered up to make a disguise!
After all, Wuhua soil can be identified at a glance as long as it is broken into pieces. Only by cutting and splicing the whole piece can the texture inside be preserved, which is difficult to see!
"I strongly suspect that the tomb we are moving has been robbed by the Russians. All the things in the pastoral area came from this tomb!"
I thought about it and said, "You know, the Russians are not bad at tomb robbing. Since the late Qing Dynasty, their explorers have been wandering around the land of China and have learned the tricks of the tomb robbers. Since they found this place, it is not impossible for them to dig a hole in the right place.
The thing that secretly spied on us took advantage of this hole, filled it with fire clay, and used the intact Wuhua soil as a cover to disguise this tomb as an untouched tomb, just to make us dig in, and then kill us all at once!!
If this is true, then it is too scary, which means that the thing that secretly spied on us has been following us for a long time and knows us very well. Not only does it know that we will come here, but also knows how capable we are, and it is sure that we will dig in this position!"
The more I talk, the more possible it seems to me.
Among the old objects found in the pastoral area, only the saddle and bronze sword are the most precious. Judging from the various traces of the two things, the person who used them during his lifetime must have been extraordinary.
Brother Yaozi has long said that extraordinary people are matched with extraordinary places, which can form the current extraordinary situation.
Therefore, the saddle and bronze sword in the pastoral area should come from this tomb, which was indeed stolen by the old Russians.
As for who is the master who secretly peeks at us, we can guess it with our eyes closed.
It must be the old fox.
Brother Yaozi thought about it and said, "This old fox set such a trap to kill us, which means that it has no ability to fight against us now, and it has begun to be timid, afraid that we will ruin its big plan here!"
Donghu is known as the country of foxes and snakes. This old fox is very likely the guardian here.
What is it guarding?
Things like tombs are actually very afraid of being opened. Once the tomb robbers touch it, the structure is likely to be ruined.
In the past, the old Russians robbed the tomb, and this old fox did not react much. Now, it has buried fire clay here again, trying to blow us up. This behavior is very abnormal. If it is really the guardian of Donghu, isn't it afraid that this series of actions will ruin the structure?
Once the structure is ruined, no matter what the Donghu survivors planned, they will all be blind. You know, they are all dead and buried here now. No matter what the purpose is, they have to rely on the structure here.
There is only one possibility for the old fox to blow us up here-it is not afraid of the structure here being ruined at all! !
In other words, we looked at Feng Shui for a long time, but we didn't find the real key place at all, but fell into the calculation of the old fox!
While I was thinking silently, my eyes unconsciously wandered to the four burial pits at the foot of the mountain. My eyes lit up and sneered: "So that's it, the priorities are reversed, and the yin and yang are messed up. It turns out that he wants to do this!"