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

Chapter 163 Pottery figurines of maids in the Tang Dynasty
Qian Sheng's knots tied the four corners of the outer coffin chamber.

Lin Yi put on a gas mask and jumped onto the top of the coffin. The two people on the ground pulled the hemp rope hard, and the top of the coffin creaked and a gap opened.

Even with the mask blocking her, there was still a scent of rouge and gouache.

"It smells so good!"

"Yeah, why is there powdery smell coming out of this coffin?"

Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng were also puzzled.

But there is no turning back when the bow is fired. Even if there is any strange smell at this time, I can't stop what I am doing.

After opening the top of the coffin, there is an inner coffin inside. Although it has been buried deep underground for many years, it is still quite well preserved.

"The emperor has four levels, the princes have three levels, the officials have two levels, and the scholars have no level." This is in line with the burial system of the Western Zhou aristocrats.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand to push away the outer coffin cover, and tied up the inner coffin with hemp rope.

The two of them worked together to pull the outer coffin, and he lifted it with his feet on the outer coffin. The coffin containing Taigong Jiang's clothes was right in front of him.

There is nothing unusual about the coffin.

The rectangular wooden coffin does not have any decorations on it.

For insurance reasons, Lin Yi reached out and touched around the coffin. The wooden wedge that originally nailed the coffin lid was no longer there, which meant that the coffin had been opened.

If that's the case, there's nothing to worry about.

He removed the lid of the inner coffin, tied the lid of the coffin with hemp rope, and shouted "Get rich in the coffin".

The three of them worked together to lift the coffin lid and gently dropped it to the ground. Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng couldn't wait to lie on the outside of the coffin room and look inside.

The two headlights illuminated the inside of the coffin.

When they saw the objects buried in the coffin, Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng called out one after another.

"What is this?"

"Why is this stuff in there?"

No wonder they reacted so violently.

There were no clothes from Lu Shang's lifetime in the coffin, nor any "Qingzhou tripod", nor any priceless burial objects. There was only a pottery figurine wearing a red gauze and about the same length as an ordinary person.

There are already countless cracks on the face of this terracotta figurine, but the corners of its mouth are raised, but it still maintains a weird smile.

Judging from its shape, Lin Yi can recognize at a glance that it is a statue of a lady from the Tang Dynasty.

Combined with her smiling expression, pale and broken face, flushed cheeks, wearing a red gauze, lying quietly in the coffin, even Lin Yi was startled by this look and broke into a cold sweat.

"It's obviously Jiang Taigong's tomb, why is there a pottery figurine of a Tang Dynasty maid lying in red?"

"Damn it, maybe the person who fell this fight before deliberately played tricks on us?"

"Wait, could it be the powdery smell we smelled just now?"

The two said while lying on the edge of the outer coffin while looking inward.

Unexpectedly, Wukong on Lin Yi's shoulder suddenly let out a sharp scream.

This is a warning that it realizes that danger is coming.

"No, quickly, close the coffin lid!"

Lin Yi hurriedly instructed the two to close the coffin lid.

Before the two could react from the surprise at seeing the terracotta figurine, the movements of their hands slowed down a step, and they saw the terracotta figurine lying in the coffin suddenly stand upright.

Still smiling, he turned his neck from side to side and looked at the three of them.

"I'm a motherfucker!"

The moment Qian Sheng and the pottery figurine looked at each other, they shouted loudly and the rope in their hands slipped out involuntarily.

Wang Qiang was stunned at the moment, still holding the hemp rope tightly in his hand.

The hoisted coffin board lost its balance with a "bang", and smashed towards Lin Yi at an angle.

Fortunately, he had predicted it in advance and was agile, ducking down to avoid it.

The coffin board was firmly moved towards the terracotta figurine of the maid.

"Crack" after a sound of broken pottery.

The pottery figurine of a maid in red gauze was smashed into pieces by the coffin board and scattered in the coffin.

The whole space was eerily quiet for an instant.

Qian Sheng sat down on the ground in shock, supporting his body with his hands and breathing heavily.

"This is so scary! How could this thing suddenly appear? It can still stand up on its own. Isn't it a pottery figurine?"

Wang Qiang stepped forward to help Qian Sheng and said with an experienced attitude:
"What is this kind of scene? What we saw in the Mausoleum of the Jingjue Queen was much more brutal than this. I was also hit by the 'Nightmare Curse' and almost died."

Lin Yi took out the glutinous rice, took out the ink fountain, and shouted to the two of them:

"Stop chatting, come here and help, and seal the coffin lid quickly."

"You were shocked too. Didn't you just break the pottery figurine? It was so startling that it almost scared shopkeeper Qian's guts out. Now it makes the coffin board split into eight petals, what else is there to be afraid of?"

Wang Qiang patted the dirt on his hands and reached out to support the cover plate that was inserted into the coffin at an angle.

Just when his hand reached the edge of the coffin board, he suddenly heard a charming smile coming from the coffin.

The pottery figurine of the maid that had been smashed into pieces by the coffin board actually stood up from the coffin again, stretched out its two arms, and clamped down on Wang Qiang's arm.

He still looked at Wang Qiang with a pale face, two blushers, and a strange smile.

It's just that the cracks on his face have increased a lot.

"Master Wang, let go!"

Qian Sheng reminded from the side.

Wang Qiang also shouted anxiously: "It's not that I won't let go, it's this thing that's grabbing my arm."

While speaking, the terracotta figurine began to fall backwards in the coffin. Wang Qiang's body weighing more than 200 kilograms was dragged off the ground by his feet, and half of his body reached the edge of the coffin.

Qian Sheng hurried forward and hugged Wang Qiang's leg with both hands, pulling back desperately.

Lin Yi directly picked up Wang Qiang's engineering shovel and slashed it at the maid's pottery figurine's arm.

"crash"

With a crisp sound, both arms were cut into pieces, and Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng both fell to the ground due to inertia.

The pottery figurine still kept smiling and turned its head towards Lin Yi.

She bent down and nodded to him, as if she was giving a salute. Suddenly, the red gauze on her body rose up from behind, and quickly struck from the left and right, wrapping Lin Yi's upper body in it, and then pulled him little by little towards the coffin. .

Wukong moved quickly, jumped on the red yarn, and used his hands and mouth to tear the red yarn apart.

But this red gauze seems to be as thin as paper, but it is very flexible, and Wukong's sharp teeth can't pull it at all.

When Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng saw this, they immediately got up from the ground, picked up the blade of the engineer shovel and struck at it.

The red yarn flicked suddenly, shaking off Wang Qiang's slash, and at the same time threw him in front of the coffin, with his back to the terracotta figurine.

The arm of the pottery figurine suddenly reconnected with its body and clamped tightly on Wang Qiang's neck from behind.

A feeling of suffocation immediately rushed to Wang Qiang's brain, and the movements of his hands became obviously sluggish.

"Master Lin, Master Wang, you guys, I will fight you tooth and nail!"

As Qian Sheng spoke, he swung his engineering shovel in an air of disregard for life and death.

The red gauze on Lin Yi's body became tighter and tighter, he couldn't move his hands and feet at all, his internal organs were almost compressed together, and his face was flushed red.

Fortunately, his brain was still clear, and he shouted to Qian Sheng with all his strength:
"Quick, get the mirror! Get the mirror!"

(End of this chapter)