Chapter 15: The Cause and Effect (4)

Several people had already gone crazy. Old Du asked in a trembling voice, “Don’t go anywhere else. Go there later. If we just sell these jars, we’ll be rich. Guo Er, Erwa, do you think we should also pry the pipes off the wall?”

Guo Er was opening several canvas bags to prepare for everyone to load the cans. After listening to Lao Du’s words, he took a deep breath and said, “If these pipes are made of gold, they are also very valuable. I’ll see how long they are first. If it’s not difficult to get them, we’ll just take them.”

While talking, Guo Er shone his flashlight on the wall, but as soon as he saw the relief on the wall, Guo Er’s face changed. What the hell is this?

There were a bunch of intertwined bugs carved into the wall, as if they were afraid that it wasn’t vivid enough, and they were also painted white, making them look like real bugs. Then these bugs seemed to be devouring each other, becoming fewer and fewer, until there was only one left.

Guo Er felt a bit sick. These bugs looked like roundworms, and they were particularly hideous. They looked disgusting and fierce. After forcing himself to endure it, Guo Er shone the flashlight on the metal canister, but he didn’t expect that the metal pipe was so long, stretching all the way to the top of the wall.

The others were also observing. There were almost five cans sharing one metal pipe. There were quite a few metal pipes. If they were all made of gold, I’m afraid that these pipes alone would be worth a lot of money.

“Damn, how long is it to the ground?” Guo Er saw that the pipes had reached the top of the wall and were still extending. He shone his flashlight and finally noticed the top wall. He discovered that the pipes were all pointing towards the top wall and there was no end in sight!

Why? It’s because all the pipes are inside a large tank in the ceiling!

“Guo Er, see? There’s a big pot on the ceiling. It’s so big, how much is it worth?” Old Du’s excited voice changed pitch.

It’s no wonder he’s excited. The pot on the ground is only the size of a fist, but the pot on the ceiling is the size of a human head!

“I saw it. I’ll figure out how to get it down.” Guo Er did see it. He always felt that the things in the tomb were a bit strange, different from the burial objects he had seen before. But under the temptation of gold, where could he care so much?

After a moment of silence, Guo Er said, “The ox is standing at the bottom, then I’ll ride on your neck, and then I’ll get the cat up. The cat, you go and hold the pot. I looked at it, and it’s supported by those pipes.

Guo Er’s observation was indeed careful. Although the pot was hanging high on the wall, in fact, it was supported by the tubes that extended up from below. The gold was not very hard, so as long as it was slightly twisted, and one tube was removed, the large pot could be taken down.

They started playing a game of Chinese stacking in this strange little room. Fortunately, the room wasn’t very high, so Jiang Yao Ma’er could reach the pot without standing up, just by sitting on Guo Er’s neck.

“Lao Niu, can you hold on?” Guo Er was in the middle and was a little uncomfortable, but he was really worried that Han Niu couldn’t hold on.

“It’s okay.” Han Niu didn’t say much, but when he said it was okay, it meant there was no problem.

“Jiang Yao Mao’er, why don’t you hurry up?”

“Don’t rush, I’m almost there…” Jiang Yao Maoye was also working hard up there.

After about five minutes, Jiang Yao Maozi finally succeeded in twisting a piece of pipe and pulling it out of the can.

“It’s done, it’s done!” Jiang Yao Maoxi shouted happily. As long as one pipe was pulled out, the rest would be easy.

“I know it’s done, don’t drip your saliva on my clothes,” Guo Er also said happily, laughing and scolding.

“Who’s drooling?” Jiang Yao Maoye’s tone was a bit inexplicable. He was happy and liked gold, but he wasn’t looking at a naked girl. Why was he drooling?

However, Jiang Yao Maoye’s answer made Lao Du suspicious. He looked at it with a flashlight and realized that it was the pipe in Jiang Yao Maoye’s hand that was dripping!

With Lao Du’s flashlight, everyone’s eyes turned to the pipe, especially Guo Er. At first glance, he almost fell down. What was dripping from the pipe? It was blood, bright red blood!

What blood? After so many years, it hasn’t dried yet? Guo Er’s mind was numb, and he immediately thought of many possibilities. He trembled his hand and touched the blood that was dripping on his body, then rubbed it with two fingers, and then smelled it. A strange, pungent smell came, which was not the smell of blood. It was hard to say what it was.

Everyone was unusually silent, including the most daring and violent Lao Du. Guo Er took a deep breath and said, “Jiang Yao Ma’er, keep going. I smelled it and it’s not blood. Let’s get the stuff and leave.”

Jiang Yao Maoye promised, but at this point he was also in a difficult position. What could he do? If he hadn’t seen the gold, he could have left with a gritted teeth, but now that he had seen it, how could he bear to leave?

The room was silent, except for the sound of Jiang Yao Maoye holding the pot and working on the pipe.

It was not known how long it had been, but after Jiang Yao Maotou, Guo Er, and Han Niu had all gotten a lot of that red liquid on them, Jiang Yao Maotou finally got the jar down.

The pot was placed in the middle, and the several people stared at it with complicated expressions. It was so exquisitely carved, and although no one knew what it was carved with, its metallic luster was so alluring.

The jar was covered, and the few people didn’t want to open it. They didn’t have the mood to do so, because the tube on their heads would occasionally drip a little red liquid, and the sound of ‘pata, pata’ was uncomfortable to hear.

“Let’s pack up and leave,” Guo Er said, and the group began to scatter to pack up.

But at this moment, a strange sound came from the large pot. The sound seemed to be a chicken crowing, or a bug chirping. It sounded very uncomfortable and creepy.

“What is it?” The first to react was Jiang Yao Ma’er, and his body suddenly shrunk into a ball.

Lao Du closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, then stuffed a jar into the canvas bag and said, “Who cares what it is? Let’s just get it out of here.”

“No, what if we bring something bad up there? That would kill the whole family.” Jiang Yao Cat’s voice changed pitch.

As if to match Jiang Yao Cat, in the far, far depths, it seemed to be underground, came a laugh, a woman’s laugh, the sound was hollow, like no emotion, reverberating in the tomb, so that several men were almost scared to death.

Guo Er spat out some saliva. This is what he does when he gets nervous, but at least he has quick wits. He said, “Lao Du, Jiang Yao Mao Er is right. We can’t bring back inexplicable things. Just now… just now that sound…” At this point, Guo Er was also a little scared. He took a long time to calm down before saying, “That sound was quite far away from us. We don’t have to be afraid. It’s just this jar. What do you think?”

Human greed is sometimes incomprehensible. When Guo Er asked, everyone was silent. They couldn’t bear to leave it behind, because although it was only a little bigger, antiques are not measured by how big or heavy they are. Being bigger means more, double the money.

After a long silence, Lao Du bit his teeth again and said, “We four big men are not afraid of anything. What can a small pot like this do? It’s a mule or a horse. As long as it’s not a ghost, I’ll step on it and kill it.”

“What if it’s a ghost?” Jiang Yao Ma’er said this with a trembling body.

“Bullshit, you don’t even know that you’re a medicine cat? If it were a ghost, would we still be alive?” Old Du said viciously.

“I’m just a medicine cat, so I know a little about taboos and ways to ward off evil spirits. I don’t know anything else,” Jiang Yao Mao said in a low voice. At least he had listened to what Old Du had said, and he wasn’t so scared anymore.

“Open it and take a look.” Han Niu also said something rare.

“Let’s do it this way.” Guo Er also spoke up. In the meantime, he and the other men grabbed the shovel and Han Niu was left to open the can.

Han Niu was a bold thief, and he didn’t hesitate. He spat twice into the palm of his hand, rubbed it to warm it up, and then placed his large fan-like hand on the can.

As soon as he put it on, the can actually moved twice, and the strange sound rang out again.