Boss Sun took the lead and the group curled up and drilled in.

Because it is inconvenient, we didn't bring a torch when we drilled in. Everyone had a flashlight to illuminate it, which was a bit like crawling forward during field military training.

There is a lot of dust and spider webs on the cypress trees that are made up by the yellow intestine.

As he was drilling, Boss Sun, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, boss," a mole asked.

Boss Sun turned his head and took a flashlight, which shaking my eyes.

I heard him say, "Have you noticed that you are getting shorter and shorter, and we are going downhill?"

There was wood all around, and I didn't pay attention to it just now. Now when I heard what he said, I looked down and it seemed to be true.

The place we just climbed over turned into a small slope.

This discovery puzzled everyone.

Because according to common sense, Huangyan titles are all built on flat ground, and the coffin is the center of Mutou Mountain, but what's going on? This is the way to the bottom? There is still below?

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"Don't think about it all, let's talk about it first," Boss Sun left a sentence and continued to climb in.

The more I climbed in, the more I became more frightened.

The slope was still slightly just now, but now the slope is getting bigger and bigger.

Although the Sun brothers have done a lot of work before, it is the first time they have seen such an abnormal design.

At the end of the team, there was a mole in front of me, and the space was very small. One mole was wearing jeans and her butt was sticking out, which made me feel a little distracted.

After climbing for about ten minutes, the space ahead gradually became larger.

"Be careful, look at the top of your head and don't hit the wooden hand," Boss Sun tried to get up.

It was very dark inside. After everyone came out, Boss Sun used a strong flashlight to illuminate the surroundings.

His hand holding the flashlight was frozen in the air, looking at the light, and all of us pupils instantly widened.

There is no coffin, only coffin.

Row after row, I don't know how many coffins there are

Some of these coffins have rotted, some have collapsed into flat shapes, and some have basically been intact.

The scent of nanmu is smelled very clearly now and will not dissipate for a long time.

Dozens of coffins were piled up together, and there were no obvious burial objects on the ground, which was completely incompatible with the funeral system of any dynasty.

The third brother frowned: "Brother, there are so many concentrated coffins, is this a burial pit of the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

His question made sense, because except for the Shang Dynasty and the early Western Zhou Dynasty, there was no such system of burial afterwards. Unless it was a voluntary type, it would be contrary to the laws and regulations of the time that forced the living to be buried.

Sun Laosan's face was gloomy. He walked forward step by step to a coffin. The coffin was not very collapsed, but it was a little flat.

I swallowed, held up the flashlight, and looked at Sun Laosan without blinking.

"Boss, give me a crowbar," Sun Laosan stretched out his hand with a serious expression.

"Next," the two of them cooperated tacitly, and the elder brother threw the little crowbar over.

There was almost no pause. After getting the crowbar, Sun Laosan was about to pry open the coffin.

"Wait for the third brother first."

"Have you counted it? How many coffin nails are there?" the elder brother asked with a frown.

Sun Laosan looked at the flashlight and said, "Some of the ground is rotten, I can't be sure, it may be six."

"Six coffin nails?"

"Stern, please be careful and don't get too close. If there are six coffin nails, I'm afraid there are five."

A mole patted his chest and muttered: "It's okay, it's better if it's not five."

I later learned a little about this statement.

Ancient funeral customs have been evolving, but there are still few points and thousands of changes. For example, it is buried in a coffin, and the coffin nails are sealed to separate the yin and yang.

When a coffin is covered with a coffin, six nails and seven nails are normal, but if it is less than six, it would be bad.

The five nails are called the soul sealing nail, and the four nails are called the soul sealing nail. In traditional culture, these are all very unlucky for both the dead and the living.

Sun Laosan is very brave. After all, he has been a geotechnician for many years, and he doesn't know how many coffins he has seen. I think he is not afraid of these things at all.

The crowbar was stuffed into the crack of the coffin, and the nails were decayed. He opened it with a little force.

"What third brother is inside?" A mole asked in a low voice.

"There is nothing, there is a long golden thread, and a pile of white chocolate. Come and take a look," he waved his hand and let us go over and take a look.

When we walked over, we found that there were no burial objects in the coffin. Apart from the two short golden threads, there were only some scattered bones of dead people. The white chocolate he mentioned was these scattered bones of dead people.

The golden thread is just a little bit, and it will definitely not be the remaining golden jade clothes.

Boss Sun shook his head after seeing it, "It seems that the conditions below are good. It's been more than 2,600 years, but the bones are still there. This kind of pit must be placed in the north. It would be good if one or two teeth can be left."

"I'm disturbing, you raise your legs," said Boss Sun, picked up a dead leg bone and threw it to the head of the coffin.

"Huh? What's this?"

He moved the bones away and pulled them with a small crowbar, and a large ball of black balls was exposed.

After looking closely, it seemed like a round stone covered with mud. The surface of the ball was still stained with some unrotten seeds.

"This seems to be melon seeds, right?" A mole frowned.

"It's really melon seeds, grass, bad luck. I know what this thing is," Sun Laosan threw away the round stone ball, and he kept wiping his hands on his clothes.

"This is the Houjiaozhu. In ancient times, it was a torture thing. If the tomb owner was really a mustard seed, then he was not a good person, a fucking thing."

Then Boss Sun pointed to the dead bones in the coffin and told us his guess.

The system of slave burial was actually abolished when it was first established in the Western Zhou Dynasty. However, the Zhou emperor was granted the title of princes. At that time, there were many princes and kings in remote areas. Some stubborn vassal state areas still continued the bad habit of living people burying them in the Shang Dynasty.

At that time, women did not have a high social status as they are now. Women accounted for a very large proportion of people who died. The pile of bones in the coffin in front of them should also be a woman.

This is how Brother Third restored his guess.

During the Western Zhou Dynasty for three thousand years, it was summer and it was very hot. The female weavers hired at home temporarily closed down and everyone sat in a chat with a few family members.

Suddenly, the owner was kind-hearted and brought a cart of melons for everyone to eat in this hot summer, tricking these female workers into eating melons to relieve the heat.

Unexpectedly, all the cantaloupes were sweated in the cantaloupe, and everyone fainted after taking the cantaloupe.

At this time, the owner brought a stone ball and stuffed it directly into the female workers' back orifice. Some people might wake up from the pain, but it was useless. They were still nailed to the lid of the coffin and it hurt so much in the coffin.

This way of burying people who are so painful and tragic that they are actually derived from the customs of the ancient Yue Kingdom.

Not only do you have to use gold thread to sew the mouth, but you have to use gold thread to sew the mouth. This means that you will not enter or exit, and you will be at ease to serve the master.

The small amount of gold thread left behind is used to sew the mouth of a woman who sacrifices her life.

After all this, a considerable number of women were alive, but because their mouths were sewn by golden thread, they couldn't shout out in the coffin and could not even open their mouths.

A few days later, he died in such a dark and sunny way.

Extremely miserable.
Chapter completed!