Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 15 Judging from my experience, this is a Han tomb

Lin Yi raised his head and observed these stone statues carefully.

The details have been completely eroded by the wind and sand. Half of the bodies of the statues in front are exposed outside the sand.

Most of the stone statues at a further distance have been submerged in the sand, and the end of the Shinto is completely covered by sand.

Judging from the stone materials used to make the statues, they should be local materials from the granite community where they just hid.

Wang Qiang took a pickaxe and beat around the stone statues.

"Hey, Lao Lin, what do you mean by these things? They didn't exist before, why did they all pop up all of a sudden? It's really bluffing!"

Lin Yi walked in front, reached out to count the number of these stone statues, and answered his question by the way.

"Before, these things were buried deep underground like that piece of granite. When the black sandstorm passed by and swept away the sand above, they were exposed."

When the water friends in the anchor room saw these stone statues, they instantly lost their composure.

"Anchor, if there is a stone statue, there must be a big tomb. Do you want to open your eyes for my buddies?"

"Your idea is too much, brother, are you unwilling to send the anchor in?"

"Is this a coincidence, isn't it? Aren't the anchors and the others here to find graveyards in the desert?"

"That's right, anchor, didn't you just come to find the cemetery? Now that you have found it, do you have to do something?"

Lin Yi smiled, took out the whirlwind shovel from his backpack, and installed it section by section.

This cyclone shovel is different from the ordinary Luoyang shovel.

The copper rod is hollow, and the machine is installed inside.

Nine wavy leaves made of fine steel are inserted in the front end of the copper rod like nine petals. There is a special slot lock spring in front of the copper rod. Once the steel leaf is inserted, it will be firmly fixed by the lock spring immediately. Install a rocker behind the stick.

As long as the user turns the rocker, the cyclone shovel can keep drilling into the ground.

The principle is similar to that of an auger, similar to the ice-breaking auger used by ice fishing enthusiasts.

This thing is a sharp weapon for grave robbers to dig holes in the soil.

Sharp-eyed water friends recognized this thing at a glance.

"Whirlwind shovel? Anchor, can you explain how you have this thing?"

"Anchor, aren't you a little too arrogant? In broad daylight, you are showing this thing in front of the netizens in the live broadcast room?"

"You said you weren't a tomb robber? Who would use this thing? Not only do you have it, but you use it so slipperily. Turn yourself in. Don't wait until you actually dig it up, before it's too late!"

When Wang Qiang saw Shui You's speech, his expression changed suddenly.

"Old Lin, they say you are here to rob graves, and you even have professional tools ready."

"Listen to their nonsense, I just want to see the soil under the Shinto."

"Shinto? What is Shinto? Let me tell you, don't talk to me like a god, and speak clearly."

Lin Yi turned the joystick in his hand without raising his head.

"Didn't you say that you have watched "Dead Ghost, Blow the Light"? You don't even know Shinto?"

Wang Qiang was speechless for a moment. He had followed the trend of tomb robbing novels and read them a few times.

He only has a superficial understanding of what is said in the book, how can he understand these terms?
"Shinto is the main road leading to the tomb. I just took a look at the number and scale of stone statues around here. It is estimated that there should be more than six pairs. A heavyweight figure should be buried here, but the regulations of different dynasties are different. If you want to judge the age of this tomb, you have to look at the rammed earth."

Wang Qiang was completely dumbfounded.

Someone in the live broadcast room responded immediately.

"Just brag about the anchor, this is the Western Regions, not the Central Plains. According to the geographical division in ancient times, this is considered a foreign country. How could it be possible to use the burial system of our Han people?"

"That's right, the anchor, I'm afraid you found some film and television shooting base, right?"

"It seems to make sense. These countries don't use the same language as us."

"Is there a possibility that it is the tomb of the Protector of the Western Regions?"

"No matter what the Western Regions or Eastern Regions are, in ancient times, fallen leaves returned to their roots, and very few people died directly in office. Put away your immature ideas."

Seeing these contents in the barrage, Wang Qiang finally let out a sigh of relief.

But he was still breathing, and a barrage immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"The anchor is right. It is indeed possible to estimate the identity of the tomb owner by judging the number of stone statues placed beside the tomb passage. Stone statues have appeared as early as the Qin and Han Dynasties. According to the estimation of our archaeologists, in the Taklimakan area, there are There are two important small countries in China, one is Loulan and the other is Jingjue. They had a deep connection with our Central Plains culture during the Han Dynasty, so it is not unusual for them to use our burial system."

"I'll go, a geologist, and an archaeologist, this live broadcast room is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

"Then according to what you mean, the identity of the anchor is confirmed?"

"Then can there be fakes? Look at this knowledge reserve, look at this skill, and look at this equipment. What else do you have to question?"

Lin Yi had already begun to reverse the cyclone shovel, and pieces of rammed earth were brought out from the ground by the cyclone shovel blades.

He squatted down and picked up a piece, inspected it carefully, put it under his nose and smelled it, then clapped his hands and stood up.

"Judging from the soil quality, I guess this should be a Han tomb."

"Are you proud of your compliments? You are a dog, so you can tell what dynasty you belong to by smelling it?"

Wang Qiang also came up, picked up the soil on the ground, pulled it pretendingly, and put it under his nose to smell it.

"Why can't I smell it? Or is my nose stuffed with sand?"

Wang Qiang sniffed, licked out a mouthful of sandy phlegm, put the clod under his nose and smelled it again and again.

"Are you acting with this? You can act, and you are addicted to acting. With your three-legged kung fu, you can fool people like me. There are a lot of big shots in the live broadcast room, and I will expose you later. trick."

Lin Yi picked up the clod, crushed it with his fingers, and spread it in the palm of his hand.

"In the Spring and Autumn Period, most of them were blue paste. In the Tang Dynasty, most of them used glutinous rice paste. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, lime was used more. But in the Qin and Han Dynasties, more yellow sand was used, and then mixed with it Mixed with mercury and cinnabar. Although this is a desert now, there were still abundant water resources in the Han Dynasty, so the soil was not completely deserted, and the structure of the soil can be seen."

The person who spoke just now in the live broadcast room immediately followed up with a barrage:
"The basis for the anchor's judgment seems to be correct, but did you miss something? This is only the divine way, and it has not yet reached the real seal position. Isn't your judgment a bit hasty?"

"Look, it's a slap in the face, isn't it? I told you, don't pretend, you've been exposed, right?"

Wang Qiang exclaimed gloatingly.

(End of this chapter)