"No, there's no one here at all."

After hearing what Lao Wu said, Xie Fei and Xiaoya couldn't help but stepped forward, but they were shocked.

There is no woman at all at the bottom of the coffin, it is just a painting. Just now I was wondering why the coffin has not decayed after a thousand years. It turns out that it is just a wonderful ancient painting. Realgar is the skin and cinnabar is used.

Because of the blood, the corners of the eyes are also mixed with a special fluorescent substance. As long as the light changes or the person's position changes, the changes in the eyes can be seen, naturally achieving the effect of opening and closing eyes in ancient paintings. It can be seen that the painter's craftsmanship

The artist's care has reached the point where her black hair is fully visible. Whether it is the collar, cuffs or the woman's facial features, they are all described in detail. This is definitely a realistic work that creates history in China and even in the world. If it can be produced

I don’t know how much of a sensation it will cause.

"Look, you are scared. Isn't it just an ancient painting? Why did I say so many strange things?" Old Wu stood up as he spoke, but couldn't help but look at the bottom of the coffin.

, if you don’t look at the two lines of blood flowing out of the woman’s face, this is the first time I have seen such a beautiful picture of a beauty.

"Huh? What is this?" Old Wu suddenly saw something like an object at the bottom of the coffin, just above the woman's belly button. However, there was no description of this part, and the object was placed naked.

Xie Fei heard the sound and came over, only to see a disc-shaped black thing at the bottom of the coffin. It seemed to be embedded in the bottom of the coffin.

"Is this a treasure?" Lao Wu asked, pointing to the disk-shaped object. This time he learned well. He couldn't just pick at the copper platform for a long time without knowing what was right and wrong like before. Learn more and ask questions.

China's traditional virtues, Lao Wu thought to himself, if he jumped into the coffin and scored twice without asking about the situation, it would be a shame for the old man.

"I don't know either." Xie Fei imitated Old Wu and said in an exaggerated way, waving his hands, "But it looks like it's embedded in."

"Don't fool people with my signature moves. Such a cool posture is really ugly on you." After Lao Wu finished speaking, he turned his head and hesitated for a while before asking, "Are you sure this is embedded and not grown on?"

Xie Fei still wanted to imitate Old Wu's action and wave his hand, but saw that Old Wu no longer hesitated and leaned into the copper coffin.

"careful"

"Be careful, what's the big deal?" Before Xie Fei could finish speaking, Old Wu lowered his body, clasped one hand on the object, and used force on his waist to pull it off.

"What the hell is this? Why is it as ugly as you?" Old Wu took the things he had picked out and brought them to Xie Fei to compare them.

This is a head-sized, disk-shaped object with a dark mass all over its body.

"This doesn't look like my face, but it looks a bit like yours. It's black except for two white teeth." Xie Fei pushed Old Wu's hand away and looked at the object in his hand. The object was round as a whole and two fingers thick.

Like the discus in modern sports.

"No way, I heard that ancient China had "football" and "weightlifting", so why did the discus come out?" Old Wu remembered the "Water Margin" he watched a few days ago, in which someone kicked the embroidered ball around.

Yes, at that time I was still wondering which girl was throwing the hydrangea. How ugly this girl was. No one grabbed the hydrangea she threw, and she even kicked it around with it on her feet. Only later did I know that she was the one who threw the hydrangea.

Mom turned out to be Chinese-style "football". When he thought of "football", Lao Wu then thought of the tragic situation of Chinese football now, which made him feel sad and even wanted to die.

"This is not a discus, idiot." Xiaoya came over and saw the bitter and hateful expression on Old Wu's face and wanted to slap him a few times. "This should be a mirror, a bronze mirror used by women in ancient times to dress up."

"What? Is this a bronze mirror?" Lao Wu held it in his hand and turned it over and over to look at it several times, but it was still pitch black. How could it be a mirror? Or was he too dark to be reflected in the mirror?

"It was not the same as it is now. This bronze mirror was only something that rich people had. When ordinary people got up in the morning, they would get a basin of water and wash their clothes in the water." "The effect is too bad, that's all.

The feelings of this thing are not as good as a basin of water." Old Wu said as he rubbed it on his body a few times. He saw that after rubbing it a few times, the bronze mirror could actually reflect a slight light.

The mirror is round, with eight petals on the circumference. The whole is like a sunflower. The front is smooth and slightly rusty. The back has a circular button in the middle. It is plain. The back button is surrounded by the writing "Mandarin Ducks in Pairs" written in Chinese characters. The base is decorated with a circle of beads.

The pattern is 1 cm wide between the edges of the mirror. The outer edge is inclined and has a double high circle. Xie Fei grabbed the bronze mirror and saw that the bronze mirror was gilded with silver and even had a circle of turquoise inlaid on the edge. The grains were full and consistent in size.

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"Damn it, that's a discus. You prodigal bitch, you almost threw it away." Old Wu pointed at Xie Fei's nose and cursed.

The mirror is richly decorated, and although the surface is slightly embroidered, it still cannot hide the brilliance flowing inside.

The discus that existed a few seconds ago turned into a rare artifact. The three of them focused on the bronze mirror, but they did not notice that something had quietly changed inside the coffin.

Just where Lao Wu had just dug out the bronze mirror, a ball of silver-white liquid slowly overflowed, and it was not dispersed. It was slowly filling the hole left behind. If anyone can find it, they will definitely recognize it.

This is mercury. Mercury is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature and does not decay for thousands of years. According to legend, the tomb of the First Emperor was made of mercury to make hundreds of rivers and seas, and mechanical power was used to make them flow endlessly. The top of the tomb

It is decorated with celestial phenomena such as the sun, moon and stars, and there are landscapes, counties and other scenery underground. It is also lit with mermaid oil. This kind of candle will not go out after being lit for a long time. There are also rumors that the mercury does not change for thousands of years, and people take advantage of this feature.

. Taking a large amount of mercury when a person is about to die, through the properties of mercury, can ensure that the body remains unchanged for thousands of years after death. It seems that many famous ancient corpses were embalmed in this way.

The three of them all stared at the bronze mirror. Old Wu was like a dog seeing a bone. He grabbed it and held it in his arms. "This is mine too. We have agreed to do business. I will take the big head."

"Xiaoya wanted to take it over and take a look, but as soon as she reached into Lao Wu's arms, she heard another "click" sound. Before she could react, the copper coffin had been split into two parts.

The three of them didn't have any time to respond. Xie Feiren was in mid-air. He struggled instinctively, but miraculously he got a copper chain in his right hand. He held it tightly in his arms and heard a "whirring" sound in his ears.

The sound. The person had already drawn an arc and hit the wall hard.

I felt a pain all over my body, and I was pressed firmly against the wall. My brain seemed to be deprived of oxygen, and it went blank. I shook my head vigorously, and there was still a buzzing in my head, and I didn't even know it was spinning.

He was there. But his hands still instinctively grasped the copper chain, just like hanging on the cliff with the only straw in his hand. He didn't dare to let go at all, and even his legs instinctively climbed up.

Lao Wu didn't have to worry. He was well prepared to escape from the beginning, and he was guarding the edge of the copper chain. He had sharp eyesight and ears, and when he heard the sound, he couldn't help but lean to the edge of the copper chain and start talking.

On the contrary, he was the least injured one.
Chapter completed!