Chapter 39

into round-shaped bianzhong, square-shaped bianzhong, hat-shaped bianzhong, and trapezoidal bianzhong, etc.Why are so many bronze bells hanging in this underground cave beneath Feimo Mountain What are...Facing the remains of people who died two thousand years ago, I felt a little uncomfortable.

But the Sun brothers were different. I don't know what they were thinking, but their expressions gave me a hint.

Sun Lao San looked at the white bones in the coffin and sighed, "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. I passed by this place unintentionally and did not mean to disturb you. I hope all of you can be reborn soon."

He bowed his head to the surrounding coffins.

"Be careful, don't bump into these coffins. Let's keep moving forward. It's really strange, why can't we see the Jieshou coffin Did this main tomb coffin go to heaven" Sun Lao San said as he continued to lead the way.

As a young lad, my age meant I still had a sensitive heart. The Sun brothers were used to seeing death; they called those bones "white chocolate." But me My stomach churned every time. Surrounded by dead bodies, rotting coffins everywhere... it was just too much for me.

Keeping my head down, I dared not look around. I didn't even dare to breathe.

We hadn't walked for a few minutes when we saw a small stone monument standing on the ground. The monument had faint writing on it.

He crouched down, shining a light with his flashlight and wiped the thick layer of dust off his face with his right hand.

"What are you writing about, old third" asked a mole.

Sun Laosan shook his head. "It's still Liúdiē Zhuàn, I can't understand it at all, but I guess that Liúdiē Zhuàn should be related to these female sacrifice victims."

He turned his head and glanced at the coffin-bearers behind him.

Just then, a mole suddenly screamed out of nowhere, startling everyone.

Sun Lao Da hurriedly shone his flashlight over, "What on earth are you doing, Xiao Hong!"

A mole ran two steps to us, his face pale.

"Someone just touched my butt!"

"It's a hand! Not bone! I can feel it!" She said, her face paling even further.

Old Sun protected a mole on his back, he frowned and following the direction of the mole, shone a flashlight in that direction with his hand.

"Hands...hands...big brother, everyone's hands!" I was the first to see it, with my sharp eyes.

Where a mole had just been, there was a coffin behind her. The coffin gaped open with a fissure, and a rotting arm dangled from the edge, limp and soft.

This arm is highly decayed, with many white grubs burrowing in and out.

Sun Lao San covered his nose and leaned in to take a look. Upon seeing it, his face turned pale as well.

The corpse in the coffin, judging by its outline and clothes, appears to be a male. The style of clothing is clearly modern. Subsequently, Sun Lao San covered his nose with one hand and pinched out a small bronze plaque with a buckle from the waist area of the body.

Upon closer inspection, three characters were engraved on the face of this small copper plate.

"The pot is on the stove."

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Sun Laosan carefully examined the bronze medal, then turned to look at Sun Lao Da.

"Sun Lao Da's face was gloomy as he nodded, "It is from the south..."

From his intermittent conversations, I gleaned a few bits of information.

The two factions of the Tomb Robbers' Guild, north and south, have various occupations. The northern faction includes professions such as eyepatch-wearers, rice sellers, laborers, logistical staff, and freelance tomb robbers.

In contrast, the southerners' methods are different. The person responsible for finding graves down south is called "zhi guo", and before the Qing dynasty, they were called "yuan liang". This job is similar in nature to the "yan ba tou" of our northern style.zed the seriousness of the situation."Come on!" I pulled Chen Jian Sheng, who was daydreaming, out the door.At almost the same time, a lot of gravel rained down, hitting my arm accidentally. It hurt s...