Wu Xiaoxie scolded him, "I didn't say it was you. Why are you yelling in a hurry?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Zhuxun without trace. Seeing the calm expression on his face, he secretly wondered if he was worrying too much.
Zhang Zhuxun was serious, and there was no flaw in his face.
The fat man rubbed his hands and smiled, "Since the lock has been unlocked, let's just open it and see what happens. I keep thinking about it and it makes my heart itch."
Several people looked at the younger brother and asked for his opinion.
The little brother pursed his lips and said nothing.
The little brother suddenly pressed Zhang Shuxun's hand and said calmly: "I'll do it."
Anyway, there was no danger inside, so Zhang Zhuxun had no objections. He and the fat man huddled behind the reeds on the shore, calmly waiting for the little brother to open the blind box.
The little brother put his hand on the handle of the iron box, paused, and slowly opened the lid.
Wu Xiaoxie and Wu Xiaoxie's eyes widened, and they were both stunned when they really saw what was inside.
I saw a concave oval notch in the center of the box, and the surrounding area was filled with cement. In the notch, an unknown object covered with pimples lay quietly inside. It was as big as half an adult's palm and flat.
It's flat, like a gourd, with a waist pinched in the middle.
Although the surface is rusty and pitted, you can still see the metallic luster reflected in the gaps between the bumps.
The fat man stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time. He thought it would be something shocking, but when he saw it was just a lump of elm wood and iron, he was immediately disappointed and said: "What kind of thing is this? An ancient version of a hand grenade?" p>
Wu Xiaoxie immediately shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not so careless, why would you bury a grenade under the bed? What if the dry stuff explodes one day?"
The little brother also looked a little surprised. He leaned over and picked a leaf of a wild geranium in the grass nearby, wrapped the "iron gourd", weighed it, and brought it to the tip of his nose to smell it.
The fat man asked curiously: "What does it smell like?"
The little brother frowned slightly, "It feels wrong in the hand. This thing only has a layer of iron on the outside, and the real thing is wrapped inside."
The fat man was surprised, "Can you feel this?"
The younger brother looked at him lightly and said, "The weight is too light."
"Generally, people who deal with antiques must practice this kind of craftsmanship." Wu Xiaoxie explained, and then looked at the fat man with contempt, "You don't even know this. People like you who have become monks on the way, really have no skills at all."
Not good."
The fat man sighed, "What do you do with that thing, fat man? If you have the spare time, it would be great to buy an electronic scale. It is accurate and fast."
Wu Xiaoxie rolled her eyes and didn't want to talk to him.
The fat man said again: "Muyu said that the tattoo on the gray shadow man is very familiar, but I have seen your tattoos, and they look different from that one."
The little brother is now suffering from amnesia and knows nothing about it, so he looks at Zhang Shuxun.
Zhang Zhuoxun nodded and explained: "There are two kinds of tattoos in the Zhang family. One is the one that my brother and I have, which is Qilin stepping on fire, and the other is Qiongqi."
"How should I put it? My brother is a direct descendant of the family, so the tattoo on his body is Qilin, and I am a member of the overseas branch of the Zhang family. For the convenience of movement, the tattoo is not fixed, and the tattoo on Qiongqi is usually from outside the Zhang family.
Family member."
"The tattoo on the slumped shoulder is indeed a strange one." Zhang Shuxun affirmed.
The fat man scratched his head, "So, that guy is really your Zhang family?"
Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, "It's very likely that this kind of tattoo requires special fuel to be tattooed on the body. It will become visible when exposed to heat. Moreover, the patterns are very particular and are not accessible to ordinary people."
The fat man was happy for a moment, "This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. My family only attacks my own family. Muyu, I guess that guy's leg must have been broken in that last blow."
"If it's broken, just break it." Zhang Zhuxun's face was a little gloomy and he said nonchalantly, "If I hadn't hit him, we would be the fat man lying on the ground now."
The ancient black gold sword used to flatten the shoulder was the clan leader's token. So that guy still made a profit.
Zhang Chuxun didn't like Qiongqi with tattoos on his body at all. So what if he was from the Zhang family? The family had long since fallen apart. He, Zhang Qishan, was so crazy that he actually created "Zhang Qiling" by himself. When he thought about the fact that his little brother had suffered
He wanted to pull Zhang Qishan out and spread his ashes.
The little brother noticed that Zhang Shuxun was in a bad mood. Although he didn't know the reason, he thought about it and patted him on the shoulder.
Zhang Zhuxun was cured instantly.
"Then how are we going to make this thing?" The fat man pointed to the "iron gourd" in the little brother's hand, "Why don't we find some sulfuric acid to melt it and see what's hidden inside."
Wu Xiaoxie frowned, "I think since that guy with the slumped shoulders came to grab this, it's very likely that he knows what's inside."
"Brother, I think this thing is dangerous. I think we should not move it for now, and then go back to the stilt building to look for any other clues."
Zhang Zhuoxun looked back at the direction of the stilt building, but there was no smoke as in the original plot.
It is estimated that the people sent by Wu Erbai found that he had taken away all the useful things inside, so there was no need to set fire to it.
"Let's go, let's go." Fatty urged, "If that girl comes back late, we won't have time."
Zhang Zhu was also a little moved when he saw his younger brother. He swallowed the words that came to his lips. Forget it, just go, it won't waste much time.
Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt something and shouted, "Someone is coming, hurry up!"
As he spoke, he tiptoed, closed the large open box, hugged it in his arms, and walked to the path on the other side of the woods.
The little brother's eyes were cold, he glanced at the deserted hillside next to the stilt building, and said coldly: "Let's go."
Although Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty were confused, they didn't ask any more questions and quickened their pace.
Until he was far away, Wu Xiaoxie turned back inadvertently and found a few black figures standing on the hillside there. Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but for some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable. p>
The four of them walked around the village for a long time before finding Agui's house.
Zhang Zhuxun had already put away the iron box. He originally planned to find a small box in the space to put the "iron gourd" in, but the little brother seemed to have some concerns and insisted on holding it himself.
Zhang Zhuxun handed him the small box, and the younger brother put the leaves wrapped with iron lumps in, and then put the box in his arms.
Several people walked into the wooden courtyard gate, but Agui hadn't come back yet. Only Yuncai's sister was weaving bamboo baskets in the courtyard.
When I saw Wu Xiaoxie and the others went out for a walk and brought someone back, I asked out of curiosity.