Chapter 145 – Grandma Ke – The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

“What the hell is this.”

Beanpole Boy blanched and struggled to get up from the ground.

Grandma K. ….

Grandma K. ….

Grandma K. …..

My eyes rushed with blood, and my eyes were dead set on the three big blood-red letters on the stone slab.

“Peak!”

“Peak don’t scare me! Speak!”

Beanpole’s hands were shaking and he kept slapping my face, trying to wake me up.

My eyes were bloodshot and my gaze moved as the body shifted from side to side and right to right.

It was like watching a swinging clock while hypnotized, and gradually, creating an illusion in my eyes, I saw the monkey cradled in the belly of the corpse, suddenly turn its head a little and open its eyes, and the monkey’s eyes, which looked like two black glass globes, grinned at me.

“Wake up!”

“Wake up!”

Bean Sprout Boy slapped me with a slap that was so strong that I immediately felt a fiery pain on my face.

After shining a flashlight at it, the hanging body was no longer shaking, and the monkey’s dry body had its eyes closed, no black eyeballs, and it wasn’t smiling.

“Peak what just happened to you! Your eyes were glaring out just now! You don’t know how scary it was just now!”

I kept breathing heavily, my back soaking wet, and pointed to the slab behind the body and said something was wrong.

Bean Sprout Boy glared angrily, “What the hell! How dare you scare my brother!”

I watched in horror as Beanpole clasped his hands around the corpse’s feet.

Beanpole Boy gets his feet off the ground and wraps his arms around the corpse’s feet as hard as he can and says get the fuck down.

“Bang!”

The chains snapped and the body was yanked down by Beanpole.

I tried to see what was engraved on the slab and jerked my hand at the ripples, the dead monkeys holding on tight.

Beanpole came over to help, and it took the two of us a lot of effort to get the slab off.

Wipe away a thick layer of dust, and gradually see a through carving map. Ancient people do not have a cell phone u disk, if you want to long record to keep what important things, most of them will use some wood carving board stone carving board to record.

After a moment’s scrutiny, I frowned.

It would have been part of some complete picture of a scene, carved with many figures, both male and female, old and young, one of which was carved with a woman’s body clearly one size too large, as if to foreshadow to posterity that she was the main character.

The woman was dressed in a posh dress with a crown of jewels on her head, and was holding hands with a man on what appeared to be her big day.

Other carving of men, women and children, the face is basically a smile, the only one sitting in the main seat did not smile, this person carved the body of the stout eye, the chin has a beard, the demeanor is very evocative. I do not know which craftsmen to do, just look at this kind of evocative knife work, has exceeded the same period of Yangzhou school Xilan school, more Western realistic techniques.

I asked Beanpole to get the slabs off the other two bodies again.

Whoever did this, I have a vague feeling that someone is trying to tell me something.

Removing the other two slabs, I laid the three slabs flat on the floor and dropped the order of precedence.

The second slate is engraved with many bald monks, these monks have strange costumes on their bodies, unlike the practitioners in the Central Plains, and some of them have patterned tattoos on their faces and arms, even though they are holding rosary beads in their hands.

The first carving board appeared in the woman lying on a round stone platform, mouth stuffed, bound with ropes all over her body, twisting and struggling all over her body, the carver fixed this scene of the woman struggling on the stone board permanently.

In looking at the third tablet, the picture changes again.

It was night, and many people were in the desert with torches, and seven or eight men were combining their efforts to carry a vermilion-painted, red-colored coffin, which was in the process of being buried, and there was a long-haired man standing not far away who was watching the scene before him, and his right hand was lifted up as if he were hiding something in his sleeve.

I tried my best to connect the three sets of scenes together, but it wouldn’t connect, something was missing in the middle.

If the desert on the scene is this place, it would be Jin Youzi lying in the coffin, and it was Jin Aron who buried him here.

What do those monks with tattoos and rosary beads in their hands do? Is the vermillion-painted red-colored coffin here.

I felt like I was at the doorstep and was desperate to know the hidden secrets right then and there.

We left the human and monkey corpses alone, and the stone slabs were left where they were for now, as Bean Sprout Boy and I continued onward.

I knew that this wasn’t the main chamber yet because there was no coffin in sight, and besides, in a high-grade iron coupon-topped tomb like this one, as long as it hadn’t been burglarized, high-grade burial goods were bound to be present, and that, in a nutshell, was what I wanted.

The size of this tomb is far less than that of Mustard Hour, and soon I found the main chamber, which in the Ming Dynasty generally had no door except for the imperial chamber, and the whole hut was hollowed out, very much like the siderooms of the Western Zhou period.

The moment I entered the main chamber, I shone my flashlight and nearly blinded me!

Burial goods!

A wide array of burial goods!

Reflections of gold, porcelain, and the soft light of jade were scattered horizontally and horizontally in all corners of the main chamber, and many of the burial objects were stacked on top of each other, with little room for footing!

And in the southwest corner of the main chamber, a vermilion-lacquered coffin is placed horizontally, the lacquer has been partially peeled off, and the bottom of the coffin is profusely depicted in pure gold with Ruyi clouds, flying skies, and hooked lotuses.

It is due to the dry climate of Tengri that this colorful coffin is able to remain intact without falling apart.

I didn’t think it would suddenly be this scene.