RNP Chapter 32 Chapter 0032
Chapter 32 Chapter 0032
Chapter 32 Chapter 0032
With black blood still remaining on his mouth, the little yellow raccoon was brought to Partridge Whistle's side by the old foreigner like a chicken.
"Eldest brother, how to deal with it?"
The yellow-skinned boy stared into the partridge whistle's eyes, dreaming for the first time.
It seems to have become a spirit, familiar with human affairs.
Seeing the look in Partridge Whistle's eyes as if he wanted to kill him, he knew that he had encountered someone who was not easy to mess with.
Immediately trembled the body in fright, and fucked up.
The frosty partridge whistle didn't seem to want to let him go.
Immediately, he ordered the old foreigner to tie up the yellow leather with a rope.
And asked him to take out a wooden stick and hang it between the rock walls.
Huang Pizi is used to bewitching people's hearts, and he wailed as if begging to let it go.
Even for it to be so pitiful, the kind-hearted brothers of Huoling couldn't bear it.
But when they saw the leader of the mountain moving, they didn't dare to intercede for him.
Although Hua Maguai is a resolute bandit leader, he has been in awe of the creatures in the mountains since he was a child.
He believes that the sky is always in the sky, and the retribution is not good.
If you kill creatures at will, you will suffer retribution one day.
Seeing the Qianshan trio play with a small animal like this now, I still feel a little disgusted.
He couldn't help but speak for it and asked:
"Brother moving mountains, it's just a little raccoon with no strength to restrain a chicken. Isn't it a little harsh on it?"
Hearing what the third master said, the Fouling brothers nodded in approval.
"Oh, what do you know? You know..."
Before Hua Ling could finish her words, Partridge Whistle touched her arm and stopped her.
In front of so many brothers in Fouling, considering Chen Yulou, Hua Ling must not be allowed to tell the story of Li Beijie.
Without letting them continue arguing, Partridge Whistle waved his hand and asked everyone to follow him.
Under his command, the thieves came to the coffin where it was obvious that Little Lizi had just licked the black blood.
"Didn't everyone see something?"
Thieves, look at me and I'll look at you.
Does anyone know what's wrong here?
Except for Hua Maguai, who is as careful as a hair, no one answered.
"Could it be that!?"
"Yes, just as you thought, the cave is dark and damp."
“How can a coffin from thousands of years ago look brand new?”
"Don't you think it's weird?"
Stretching out his finger, the partridge whistle knocked on the coffin.
Although he has been to many ancient tombs and has a lot of experience, he still can't see what's inside, just has a bad intuition.
Seeing that Lian Qianshankui could not see what was inside, all the thieves held their heads high and looked towards the coffin.
The black blood seeping from the gap in the coffin lid was sticky and smooth, and a disgusting stench came over.
"You can tell from the outside, everyone, come over and cut this coffin from the waist!"
When Hua Maguai greeted them, everyone ordered them to walk forward in groups of three or four, yelling and picking up the axes in their gear.
There were two "boom bang" sounds, the ax fell down, and a hole appeared in the coffin lid.
Unlike Captain Mojin, the Mojin faction used tools such as iron hooks or whirlwind shovels to pry or drill the coffin.
The Mueling brothers have always used axes to open mountains and break coffins, hitting the target with one blow and opening the coffin with one blow.
That is to say, touching gold depends on delicate and flexible tools, while making money depends on tools that require infinite strength.
The thieves probed the iron picks into the entrance of the cave, pulled them out forcefully, and the coffin lid broke open.
Lighting up the lantern, what everyone didn't expect was that there was not a single corpse in the coffin.
There was nothing but a lump of flesh oozing black-red fluid that looked and smelled like a rotting corpse.
Seeing this thing, Partridge Whistle suddenly realized, and said to everyone:
"This is not just a simple coffin, but a box for storing materials in an ancient palace for refining elixir."
The thieves were still confused, and Partridge Whistle patiently explained to them.
Alchemy in the Han Dynasty was immature, but it was more delicate than before.
Pay attention to the different types of medicines and different dosages.
From the avenue to simplicity, smelting the essence and synthesizing the elixir.
When refining elixir, the performance of Yaoyin will be considered, and different methods will be selected according to their attributes.
Ordinary preservation methods will shorten the shelf life of precious items such as this Tai Sui-like sarcoid and thus lose their medicinal power.
Only put them in this kind of completely closed box and put them in a dark and humid place to get used to them recuperating.
I don’t know why, but the liquid in this coffin-like wooden box flowed out.
Attracting Huang Pizi's attention, he ran in to lick the juice on it.
Glancing at the yellow skin hanging on the bamboo pole on the rock wall, Partridge Whistle said coldly:
"This evil animal is like those Taoist priests who wanted to become immortals in ancient times. It is wishful thinking to think that eating the elixir will keep youth forever!"
"This medicine palace has been abandoned for a long time. If you leave it here and let it take advantage, if you let it continue unscrupulously, I'm afraid there will be problems sooner or later!"
After listening to Partridge Whistle's words, the thieves understood his good intentions and all said together:
"The leader who moves the mountain understands righteousness, and we are ashamed of ourselves!"
I couldn't help admiring the partridge whistle in my heart.
Hua Maguai, who blushed with shame and had a thick neck, also bowed to him solemnly, apologizing calmly and saying:
"What Kidnap said just now, the leader of the mountain mover has a lot, so don't take it to heart."
With a smile, the partridge whistle told him not to care.
"Since that's the case, do you need Brother Xiling to skin this yellow skin and slaughter it?" Hua Maguai continued to ask.
"Let's let it go for now, it may be used in the future." Partridge Whistle said, waving his hand.
Partridge Whistle, who has always been decisive in killing, does not want to kill in front of his junior sister at this moment.
As the saying goes, "Killing is nothing but nodding."
It was even easier to kill Huang Pizi, but Partridge Whistle didn't want to do it right now.
Although he didn't know what the Partridge Whistle was used for, Hua Maguai didn't ask why.
Under the instructions of the Partridge Whistle, the thieves gathered all the sarcomas in the wooden box and burned them all with a fire.
Later, the thieves dispersed to find other places where they could dig their holes.
During this period, no one asked why they came here to dig a robbery hole. Didn't they always enter the central area of the ancient tomb?
Why do they, this group of people, sacrifice the near and seek the far away?
It's just that in this closed and dark cave, Shuling's housekeeping skills can't be used, and he hasn't found it after searching for a long time.
This place is like a vajra shield, impenetrable and unshakable.
Through observation, Partridge Whistle found that the rocks in Pingshan Shanyin were broken, which was just right for digging a robbery hole.
I am afraid that when the owner of the tomb ordered the craftsmen to build the tomb, he did not take this into consideration.
(End of this chapter)