[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

This is often the case. When you have strong expectations for a result or a goal, you step forward and find that everything is far beyond your expectations.There is no goal you pursue, no good results you imagined, not even bad ones.

These years of experience let me know that curiosity and anticipation often make people fall into entanglement and pain, whether it is the same for people or things.

For example, at this time, this ancient tomb buried in the mountains really aroused my curiosity.Including the participation of the fourth child and the boring attitude, I feel that this tomb is very special.But now I will not make some risky decisions out of pure curiosity. Everything has a price, and if you get some things, you will lose others.

I looked at Poker Bottle and Fatty. Obviously, the answer to the mystery behind this tomb is not what I am willing to exchange for what I have. I am not willing to pay this price.

"Absent, what are you thinking about?" The fat man bumped me with his elbow, and suddenly pointed at the fourth child. The movement was so fast that only I saw it. Then the fat man raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

I saw Fatty's eyes, after so many years of tacit understanding, I understand that Fatty is asking me who the fourth child is.

"I wonder if there is a magic weapon." I shook my head, meaning there was nothing tricky about it.However, my fourth child and I have not been in touch for several years, and he suddenly appeared to meet me again. I don’t know why he reminded me of Old Itch.When I think about it this way, there are always some bad premonitions.

The fat man nodded casually, then patted me again, this time pointing at Poker Bottle, I was taken aback, thinking that my own people were suspicious.I frowned and looked at the fat man, expressing my confusion.

The fat man sighed, and said something vaguely with his mouth closed. It took me a long time to realize that he was saying that I was worthless.

Ever since Pokerfing came out from behind the door, I have actually had several small meetings with Fatty, with only one theme, which is the issue of "feeding" Pokerfing.

In the past, Pokerfing had always had a major mission that occupied his entire life. Although he was a bit boring, he lived with a purpose.Although Fatty and I don't think he likes that kind of life, whether he likes it or not, he has already endured it alone for a hundred years.Now all of a sudden it's over, the purpose he pursued has no meaning, he will inevitably face various problems of redefining himself and defining the world, and these, even the fat man and I, can't help.

In the end, the fat man was busy with business in Beijing. Before leaving, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "I think my little brother really cares about you. If you sacrifice your personal time, the organization will hand him over to you." I said no to him. Why don't I follow you in the past, what should I do if I learn badly from you.

This is all a joke. After all, Poker Face is not a kid who doesn't understand anything. In fact, he has his own clear ideas and thorough considerations.I don't think he is disgusted with living with me for the time being, he just wants to take a step at a time, so he lives like this.

The fat man said I was worthless, probably because he found that Poker-Face was no different from the last time he saw him, which was somewhat frustrating, and we probably couldn't make him change after all.

But maybe, just maybe the process will take a little longer.

The fat man whispered again: "How about I take him back to Beijing for a few days?"

I snorted, it was a joke anyway, and I wasn't afraid that Poker Fase would hear it, so I didn't lower my voice and said: "There is no way."

"There is a door, there is a door!" cried the fourth child. One of his characteristics is that he likes to talk and answer to himself.But I turned my head and found the door.

This is the second door that appeared in the tomb passage, and it should be the door leading to the main tomb chamber. This time the door is not made of white marble, nor is it sealed, but it is open.

In the light of the flashlight, it can be seen that this is a stone gate, and there is a very fine painting of the door god on the stone gate.But before we had time to appreciate the patterns on the stone gate, when we poked the flashlight deeper behind the gate, a grand tomb chamber with so many funerary objects that almost piled up into a mountain appeared in front of us.

Although I don't know much about Liao tombs, I also know that thick burials have always been popular in Liao tombs.

The Khitan people "regard death as life", and believe that when a person dies, his body dies, and the soul will return to live in the body, so the tombs are extravagant, and they never spare the funeral objects, because they think this is the attachment of the soul after death.

Liao tombs are also the most frequented by tomb robbers in the past dynasties. Even the Jin people who replaced Liao also excavated Liao tombs wantonly.In addition to ethnic conflicts, the large number of funerary objects in Liao tombs is also an important factor that attracts Jin people to rob and excavate.

But I didn't expect that the burial could be so thick.

At first we were far away from the tomb, and we could only see dark shadows when we swept in. We thought it was a mountain rock blocking the way.When I got closer, I realized that those were all chariots and horses. There was a whole long row, waiting in full force, facing the Shimen.Those horses are tall, equipped with a complete set of harnesses such as saddles, and the carts are wooden, but they have not decayed and are well preserved, and there are tents.At first glance, these chariots and horses seemed to rush out of the door immediately, with great momentum.

The Khitan is a nomadic people who attach great importance to horses and carts. Harness is indispensable in every tomb, and a tomb with so many carts and horses is estimated to belong to a general with great military exploits.

We passed through this row of chariots and horses, as if we were in an ancient battlefield, and the scene we saw next immediately brought us into a luxurious palace.

There is a hall in front of you. With a glance, you can see that there are countless funerary objects, large and small, on display inside. The carriage team in front of the door is like guards guarding the place.

On the walls on both sides of the hall, there are long-burning lamps. Although the lamps are not on, the lamp stands are still there. We touched the inside, and it seemed that there was still a layer of lamp oil. We tried to use a lighter to light it, but we didn’t expect it to actually light up.

When all the lampstands in the surrounding area were lit, the whole hall was presented in front of us.The first word that came to my mind was warehouse. Although it doesn’t sound beautiful, and it’s not enough to describe the magnificence of this place, it is indeed like a warehouse, storing almost all the things that the owner of the tomb needed during his lifetime. Dazzling to see.

In general tombs, there will also be utensils and clothes worn by the tomb owner during his lifetime, but most of them are placed in the ear chamber and will not be used as the main burial objects.The utensils here are all stored in categories according to their original functions, not all piled together.

I walked to one side of the hall, and there were a lot of food utensils, as big as a lacquer tripod, as small as a silver wine cup that could be wrapped in the palm of your hand, and there were all kinds of food utensils.

I took a closer look, but suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my scalp.

The fat man picked up a bronze statue, the whole statue was in the shape of a peacock, very delicate.The fat man played with it for a long time, and said: "Fancy, really f*cking particular, that's how particular it is about pretending to eat and drink, maybe it's delicacies from mountains and seas to eat."

I looked at the fat man and motioned him to continue. The fat man glanced at me and said, "I think the owner of the tomb is either noble and prominent, or..."

I didn't feel that way, so I asked, "What else?"

The fat man put the peacock statue back to its original place, picked up another lacquer-eared cup, and said, "Or he's a foodie."

After the fat man finished speaking, he laughed. I didn't think it was funny. There is an obvious feature of the utensils that I am very concerned about, that is, except for the very large utensils, other dishes such as bowls and plates are exactly the same.Generally, only in the tombs where husband and wife are buried together, will the funeral objects have such a situation.

We have not found an epitaph so far, and the double burial objects make the identity of the tomb owner even more elusive.

"Old Wu! Old Wu!" The fourth child called me from the other side of the hall, "Come and see, these villains are so fucking interesting!"

On the other side of the hall, there are some pottery people. When I walked over, I found that many people had musical instruments in their hands, which turned out to be a band.Interspersed in the meantime, there are some singing and dancing, and even heavy makeup is painted on the face.

These Tao Yong are vividly portrayed, their expressions and movements are humorous and graceful, and there are many of them. The restored ones are still large-scale singing and dancing performances.

The fat man also came over, and once again expressed his contempt and disdain for the decadent feudal ruling class: "While eating delicacies from mountains and seas, you can also listen to band performances and watch song and dance performances." He pointed to the sleeping tent in the center of the hall, "Go back and sleep with your daughter-in-law in your arms. These days are so damn moist. I really don't know the poverty of us working people."

The fourth child followed the direction the fat man was pointing at and saw the sleeping tent, so he walked over to have a look. I was afraid that he would cause trouble by moving around, so I followed.

The sleeping tent is very large, much larger than an ordinary double bed.The main body seems to be made of nanmu, and the bedposts are carved with complicated patterns, and some places are even plated with gold.The tent is made of silk, with very auspicious patterns on it, shining in the light, presumably it is threaded with gold and silver threads.

What is more eye-catching is the thick layers of silk placed on the bed. I have come into contact with some of them. Good silk fabrics can be called soft gold and are invaluable.And the items placed in this sleeping tent are definitely not ordinary items.The material is high-quality and the workmanship is exquisite. Let alone this bed, just take it out. If you meet someone who loves ancient silk and silk products, and the business is negotiated, you will probably be able to buy a suite for Poker Ping in Hangzhou.

Just as I saw that the eyes of money were opening, I saw that the fourth child was about to reach out to touch it. I hit his arm with a flashlight to stop it, and I said, "Take your hand away. If you touch it, it will lose ten square meters."

The fourth child obviously didn't understand my calculation method, but he also agreed to Dou Li to listen to us, so he just smiled and said, "I just want to see it."

I said in my heart that it is your blessing to show you two eyes, do you still want to touch?I was about to educate him, but Pokerfing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly walked over. Before I could react, Pokerfing had already touched it with his hands. Studying the pattern on the top.

I squeezed my sweat, and it was obvious that he was watching seriously, but I couldn't say anything, so I had to hold up the flashlight and light it up for him.Turning his head again, the fourth child gave me a hard look.

The fat man patted the fourth child on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "I want to open up and find out my identity."