The Lost Tomb Chapter 19 The Big Porcelain Jar

The footprints on the ground have all dried up, and it is impossible to tell when they were left. But judging from the size of the barefoot footprints, the child could not be more than 3 years old. No one should be perverted enough to bring such a young child to rob tombs.

The woman and I exchanged glances, feeling something was a little strange. People say that the King of Hell is easy to deal with, but little ghosts are hard to deal with. If I were to encounter an underage Zongzi, I really wouldn't know what to do. At this time, the fat man came over to watch the fun, listening to our excitement. He looked at the footprints on the ground and said in surprise, "Don't worry about the child or the adult. Just looking at these footprints is not normal. Look at the yellow waxy substance on them."

I took out my saber, scraped off some and sniffed it. Although my nose wasn't as sharp as Uncle San's, it was still more than enough to smell these obvious things. I frowned as soon as I smelled it and said, "This is corpse wax--"

Corpse wax is usually made from corpses that have been immersed in water or buried in moist soil. The so-called wax is the condensation of fat and minerals in the body. It seems that the owner of this footprint either likes to step on wax corpses barefoot, or is actually a wax corpse himself.

But how could a corpse that had already been exposed turn into a zombie?

The fat man said: "No matter it is zongzi or not, we still have to go and take a look. Otherwise it will be a disaster and it will make us feel uncomfortable." As he said that, he raised the air gun in his hand and waved at me. I thought to myself, I am not going and shook my head.

The fat man sighed and had to call Menyouping over. The two of them formed a double team and walked towards the large Qinghua porcelain jar.

Although I was scared, I couldn't act too cowardly in front of this woman, so I pretended to be scared, followed behind Monk Oil Bottle, and carefully looked out.

We walked very slowly, fearing that something might suddenly jump out. The fat man first shone a flashlight on the jar, but the jar was too big to see anything. He then poked it with an air gun, which was very similar to the way I used to catch weasels when I was a kid. I couldn't help but find it funny. He poked it five or six times, and it seemed that there was nothing behind it. He then mustered up the courage to walk over. He looked at it and cursed, "Damn it, there's only an empty wooden box. I was so nervous."

We followed it, and I saw a baby coffin with double phoenix carvings that was only the size of a violin case. The coffin lid had been opened and placed aside. The white coffin bottom inside was still well preserved, but the body was gone. No wonder the fat man thought it was just a box. I said, "This is not a box, it's a coffin."

The fat man didn't believe it at first, but he understood it immediately and asked, "You mean, this is the coffin of the little Zongzi?"

I nodded and took a closer look. I found that there were several holes on the coffin. There was a black mark from the hole to the ground. It seemed that some liquid had flowed out of the hole. This scene seemed to have been mentioned in my grandfather's notes.

The fat man used a flashlight to carefully check inside and out, and sighed regretfully: "Looking at the size of this coffin, I know that this child must have a lot of good things on him. It's a pity that I don't know where the body is. Otherwise, if I press it a few times, maybe I can squeeze out a few beads."

I nodded. There are always a lot of things in the coffins of children who died young or were buried with the dead, and most of them were carried on the body. Especially in the stomachs of children buried with the dead, there are often preservative beads, which are all valuable things.

A few of us looked everywhere to see where the body had gone, but after searching everywhere, we couldn't find even a trace of it. It looked like the tomb might have been stolen along with the rest.

The fat man was unwilling to give up and wanted to turn over the coffin. I thought it was inappropriate, so I held him back and said, "This coffin is different from other coffins. It is definitely not just for the dead. It's better not to touch it."

The fat man cursed, "Comrade, why are you so long-winded? Didn't you see that there are no bodies inside? You are afraid of a bear. Are you afraid that this coffin will jump up and bite me?"

I was already filled with rage, and wanted to beat him up when he said that, but the woman stopped me and said, "Don't argue here. We're not here to take out the tomb artifacts. We should get to the main tomb chamber quickly. Don't waste time. Let's end this quickly."

Fatty knew he was in the wrong, but there was nothing he could do. We went back to pack up the diving equipment. I thought about what Uncle San said, and I was careful. I carefully observed this place. Although the structure of this underwater tomb is very clever, the details are far inferior to those of the imperial tombs. This side chamber is a rectangle, with corroded murals on all four walls, an arched top, and copper-base long-burning lamps in every corner of the room. There is a short door on the left, which should lead to the terracotta road. Porcelain funerary objects are placed in other places. I saw that there are also fine animal reliefs beside the spring, but their expressions are much worse than the top-quality things I have seen.

We were almost done sorting things out when the fat man put on his backpack and suddenly asked, "Do you think the body in the small coffin was taken out by those tomb robbers, or did it escape on its own?"

I thought his question sounded strange and I didn't know what he meant, so I just looked at him and listened to what he said next.

The fat man moved his mouth, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak. I sighed and cursed, "If you have something to say , can you please say it quickly? What is it?"

The fat man said, "When I was looking at the coffin just now, I was wondering, if I were a tomb robber, where would I throw the body? Do you think they might have thrown the body into the large porcelain jar next to it?"

I looked at the big porcelain jar, and thought that my uncle was a very aggressive person who was never polite to the dead. This was possible, but this was just a child, and my uncle wouldn't be so heartless. I gestured with my hands, and it turned out to be very easy. If the corpse in the coffin was too disgusting, I might really do the same thing, out of sight, out of mind.

The fat man blushed a little and said, "I seemed to hear a sound coming from the jar just now. I felt strange at the time and thought I heard it wrong. Now I think this might be the reason."

I knew he was still thinking about the treasures on the corpse, so I wanted to mock him. At this moment, the big porcelain jar suddenly fell to the ground with a clatter. I was stunned, thinking that he might be right.

All four of them were silent, staring at the jar nervously. The jar first turned a few circles on the spot, and then rolled towards us with a rumbling sound.