Volume 6 Chapter 18 Urine

Uncle San suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. How could smoke be coming out of the coffin?

He pulled Xie Lianhuan down from the iron coffin and asked him what was going on.

Xie Lianhuan stammered and made strange movements, but he was obviously too nervous to say anything clearly. It took him half a sentence to say two words: “I… I… fire… fire.”

Uncle San looked at his movements and saw what he was holding in his hand. It was the cover of a firecracker. Firecrackers are things that catch fire at the slightest touch, so they are usually wrapped in reed stems.

Xie Lianhuan must have been curious about what was inside the coffin, so he lit a firecracker, threw it into the hole in the coffin, and then stuck his eyes into the hole in the coffin to look down.

This is called “chiseling the wall to steal light,” a kung fu technique imitated from the Northern School, and it is also a trick commonly used by grave robbers, especially when a novice opens a coffin, he must be careful and cautious. The northern school of tomb robbers can even use the technique of chiseling through the wall to steal light and take things from the coffin without entering the tomb, which is quite impressive. But this is considered a side-line in the profession of digging up sand, and there are many restrictions on its actual use, as well as great risks, so it is generally not used by experienced people. This Jielianhuan did not know if he had figured it out on his own or learned it from those who were half-baked.

The biggest risk of chiseling through the wall to steal the light is that it may burn the artifacts in the coffin, especially when the corpse is dry. The dried pieces of rotting silk on the corpse are almost flammable. Once it catches fire, things like ancient bamboo slips and beads will be gone in an instant, and there won’t even be time to put out the fire. So the person who is asked to do it must be very careful, but Jie Lianhuan used it without even thinking about it.

Uncle San scolded in annoyance, saying that it was a mistake not to watch this kid. He was very interested in the coffin, and he knew that there must be good things in it, not to mention the corpse inside. Uncle San also wanted to take a look. If the things in the coffin were burned, it would be a great pity, and people would laugh at him if he told the story.

Thinking about this, Uncle San pushed Jielianxian away and rushed to the side of the coffin. He leaned over and blew hard into the hole in the coffin, trying to blow out the fire in the hole. Unexpectedly, when he blew, the black smoke came out of the coffin even more violently, choking Uncle San almost to the point of vomiting. He quickly moved his face away and took out the water bladder at his waist, pouring it into the coffin hole.

He had been thirsty from the sea breeze all the way over, and there wasn’t much water left in the water bladder, and it was gone after a few pours. This little water was useless.

“This son of a bitch,“ Uncle San was sweating in a panic, turned to Xie Lianhuan, and saw that his water bladder was still a little bulging. He was still there in a daze, so he angrily yelled, ‘What are you doing? Give me the water bladder!’

”Water? Oh! Water bladder!” Xie Lianhuan finally reacted, quickly unfastened the water bladder, and San Shu grabbed it and opened it. He poured half of it in, and saw that the black smoke not only did not subside, but flames shot out of the coffin hole.

San Shu saw that it was not right, and how could this be the movement? He smelled the water bladder and couldn’t help but curse, and it turned out to be burning wine. He looked at the coffin again, and the iron coffin’s coffin hole was burning, and the thick smoke almost filled the entire tomb room.

At that time, he was also confused and didn’t know what to do. The fire had already burned very large inside the iron coffin, and it was impossible to reach in and put out the fire. Moreover, if something caught fire, it could even cost him his life. Using water, even a small amount of water, would not work at all. However, if he did not do anything, the coffin would be finished. This method of burning could even crack jade. The owner of the tomb knew that it was not ordinary. If something burned, and there was really a night pearl or something inside the coffin, wouldn’t he be depressed to death?

(In fact, all he had to do was to plug the hole in the coffin with something, but in a moment of desperation, Uncle San and the others simply didn’t think of it.)

As the fire grew bigger and bigger, and black smoke billowed out of the hole in the coffin, he and Xie Lianhuan were burning with impatience.

Just as Uncle San was despairing and thinking that the oil bucket would soon turn to coke, Xie Lianhuan suddenly made a move that took everyone by surprise. He jumped onto the coffin, knelt down, loosened his belt, and let go of his urine into the hole in the coffin. For a moment, the stench of urine, rotting flesh, and fire mixed together, making it extremely unpleasant.

It was a completely crazy idea, because his actions were so unexpected that Uncle San didn’t have time to stop him. By the time he realized what had happened, it was already too late.

Uncle San was stunned. Since ancient times, the Southern School has been unrestrained and unrestrained, with the freedom to die and open the coffin at will, but due to the danger of such activities, in actual practice, the Southern School is also very careful. Like this, pouring urine into the coffin is a sin, and Xie Lianhuan is probably the first to do so. Fortunately, Mr. Xie was not present, otherwise he would have been killed.

However, this old urine of Xie Lianhuan still had a little power. Soon, the smoke inside the coffin immediately decreased.

After finishing urinating, Xie Lianhuan himself was also confused, and he sat down on the coffin.

Uncle San’s tears were falling, looking at the cast of the iron coffin, wiping the cold sweat on his head, he only felt a chill down his spine, and he had a few ominous premonitions in his heart.

The ghost in the whistle coffin was blowing a whistle, a very bad thing. Now it had been burned and had been given a mouthful of yellow urine. This time the knot was bigger. Not to mention a zongzi, even a living person, if you burn his mouth and then pour a mouthful of urine on him, he will fight you to the death.

He looked at the iron coffin in cold sweat, wondering what would happen and whether anything would come out of the hole.

The smoke was getting smaller and smaller, and gradually it was almost impossible to see. It seemed that the fire had really gone out. The two of them stared at the coffin until they couldn’t see any smoke at all.

However, there was no movement in the coffin at all, as if what had just happened had never happened.

Uncle San wiped the sweat from his head and let out a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, “Huang Wang blesses me. It seems that the solution to the chain of life is good. Although this coffin is a whistle coffin, it is also a dead coffin.

The dead coffin, that is, the rice dumplings inside the coffin, have long since disintegrated, leaving only some rotten bones that pose no threat. Most of the coffins in ancient tombs are dead coffins, otherwise, I’m afraid no one would do the tomb-robbering business.

There is no danger in a dead coffin. If it weren’t a dead coffin, something would have definitely happened.

After waiting for a while, it was still the same, so Uncle San finally lost his nerve. He sat down on the ground, relieved that he had seen the end of it. He knew that everything was fine, and he sat down and cried.

Uncle San shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself that he had really done a bad thing. He had gone down to the ground with this kind of stuff, and his life had been shortened by a few years.

Thinking about it, Uncle San suddenly had a thought. He thought that since there was no danger, he didn’t have to wait until tomorrow. He could touch things today.

It would be risky to go back and forth here once, after all, it is Wenjin’s team, not very convenient. And the location of the coffin hole, if you touch it, if it is facing the head, then you can definitely touch the forehead and the sides of the head, as well as the chest. If it is the bottom of the foot, there is also the bottom of the foot, which is where the jade is placed, and there may be good things, but not too many, you can take them away at once. Now if you take the things out, then you don’t have to come down tomorrow.

Although the hole was full of urine, tomb robbers had seen all kinds of disgusting things, and since it was his own, he dared to stick his hand in and touch it even if he had shit in it.

On the one hand, it was the greed peculiar to tomb robbers; on the other hand, it was the fear of the hole. Uncle San was there, battling between heaven and earth. But soon, greed won, and he dared not do this kind of work. Uncle San said to himself, “I’ll just take a gamble.”

He thought about it, stood up, climbed onto the coffin, bowed to it, rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and then reached his hand into the hole in the coffin and felt down.

But as soon as his hand reached an inch into the hole in the coffin, the temperature inside transmitted up, and Uncle San regretted it. Zhang Yancheng, the legendary figure of that time, did not rely on luck, but on real skills in his fingers. Now he was so rash as to reach his hand in, which was really a reckless thing to do.

He wanted to pull back, but when he looked back, he saw that the other people were staring at him in disbelief. He couldn’t turn back now, so he had to continue to feel around with his hand.

He felt an indescribable sensation as he reached into the hole with one hand. The faster his hand reached inside, the faster his heart beat. Then his fingers went numb. On the surface, he didn’t show any expression on his face, but in fact, when his hand finally touched the corpse, his back was soaked with sweat, and his fingers inside were shaking so hard that he had no strength left.

I could imagine the experience. I felt my whole body shaking as I listened to it. Even finding an ordinary box and digging a hole for someone to put their hand in would make me feel a strange fear, let alone a coffin.

After Uncle San touched the corpse, he pressed a few times and found that his fingers were slimy and his scalp was getting more and more numb. He felt that it should be the mouth of the ancient corpse. After feeling it a few times, he only felt that it should be a black and swollen corpse, strangely opening its mouth, and its posture seemed to be exactly the same as the bronze man on the coffin. However, he could not clearly feel the details. What made him feel very uneasy was that he felt the firecracker falling in the mouth of the ancient corpse, and it was still very hot.

He thought to himself, “This is really a sin.” He then gritted his teeth and pushed his finger in. After pushing the firecracker aside, he felt a hard, ring-shaped object.

Damn, it’s the jade tablet that presses the tongue. Uncle San was secretly pleased and said, “I’ve got it! This thing won’t burn!” He pinched it and tried to pull it out of the hole.

But as soon as he hooked it, he felt something was wrong. The jade cake was surprisingly heavy, and he could not lift it even a little. When he tried harder, he felt the whole iron coffin shake slightly, and then a heavy rustling sound of metal dragging came from the bottom of the coffin.

Uncle San’s face suddenly changed, and he thought to himself, “Oh no, it’s a trap!”