Chapter 702 Thundering! "Call me and let JC throw me all in and fencing me forever?"
The blind man sneered and sneered, his eyes shinyly rubbing the chimes placed around the room.
These things.
"What a pity, we can't take them all out, haha!"
As a professional tomb robber, he needs money. After all, the blind man is blind. No matter how much wealth he has in private, he can still bear the burden for 30,000 yuan. "That's right, blind man, this thing is very valuable, but it's much different from the whole set."
The fat man sighed regretfully as if he was a soulmate.
"Why can't you do it?"
"Is it possible that so many babies are left behind to get moldy in such a ghost place, and even be completely buried under a mudslide one day?"
"Looking back, I have someone make a secret house. I just put these things in to take good care of these treasures. Do you believe it?"
As he said, Hu Ming turned around and looked at everyone. "Believe it, why don't you believe it? Fatty and blind people think so too." Wu Xie rolled his eyes and complained. "The Zhang family originally had many such things. In my impression, young children were also used as toys."
The young man is a man who has seen the world and said something in a distant tone as always.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, in terms of the Zhang family's background, it is not difficult to understand that such a grand occasion was in its heyday.
As for the current outcome of those treasures...
When the Zhang family fell apart, they were either emptied by the Zhang family's fellow members, or they were confiscated in a series of changes later...
"Brother is awesome! Zhang family is awesome!"
"Okay, it's time to do the serious business. How do you say this coffin? Open?"
The blind man praised indifferently, and then moved his eyes to the coffin in the center of the room.
The specific material of the black wooden coffin cannot be seen, and it is only distinguished by its appearance. Some Han Dynasty tomb styles are mixed in.
But more, there are some styles I have never seen before.
The few people who knew this were not surprised.
After all, the Luoyun Kingdom of South China Sea, which is the country governed by the Nanhai Net, is far overseas and has little contact with the Central Plains.
Even, there is no trace of this country in official history. Only some unofficial histories circulated in coastal areas, or even folk myths, can be found in some folk myths. "Kuai Kai, Made, as a professional tomb robber, is it a human doing if he doesn't open the coffin?"
The fat man had long been unable to hold on, and rubbed his hands and screamed excitedly.
"First, this is not a tomb, it is a tomb chamber. These things were moved by someone later. Well, it was Yang Daguang of course. Perhaps this place was their ancestral temple before."
"Second, I'm not a professional tomb robber. I'm a certified archaeology professor at a well-known university in the country, okay?" Hu Ming pointed out that the fat man's words were wrong, but he had already arrived at the head of the coffin, looked at the fat man with a smile. "The first two points are nonsense, what about the third one?"
The guy can always grasp the key points and said lightly. "Third. It's going to thunder soon..."
Hearing this, Hu Ming looked up at the big clock hanging on the top of the coffin.
"Thunder? Thunder? Listening to Thunder?"
Wu Xie's face changed. In recent times, he has studied too much and is too sensitive to these studies, and instinctively feels something wrong. "Come on, be careful!"
Suddenly, the big clock above my head trembled slightly, and the faint thunder from the outside was collected by this set of ancient amplification devices and spread out from the mouth of the big clock.
The thunder became more and more intense. In an instant, the few people in the room subconsciously covered their ears, their faces a little painful. "Uncle Ming, what are you talking about? What will happen if you thunder!!!" Wu Xie looked at Hu Ming, Hei Xiazi and the young man who had no expression on his face and ignored the harsh voice. At the same time, he drew his sword and faced the coffin with vigilance, and suddenly felt an unknown premonition in his heart.
These three great gods all looked like this. Obviously, the master in the coffin was strange! "In the eyes of some people, the thunder contains the secrets of heaven and earth, and at the same time, the thunder of a specific frequency also contains mysterious power..."
Hu Ming didn't care that his voice was covered by thunder, but he was a little emotional.
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Thunder and lightning are different.
Lightning is just a discharge phenomenon caused by the collision of clouds, while the thunder sound is somewhat subtle.
If lightning is flashed in the cloud, the thunder will reflect many times in the cloud, and when the explosion wave decomposes, many sound waves of different wavelengths are generated, which are transmitted to each other.
At the same time, if the sound waves reflect multiple times in the cloud, and the superimposed thunder produced by multiple lightnings with different distances and heights, they will be different.
In addition, when sound waves encounter peaks, buildings or ground, they also produce reflections. Some sound waves need to be reflected several times.
These multiple reflections may be transmitted to the ears in a very short time interval. At this time, it sounds like a lasting thunder sound, like a grinding feeling.
In other words, the frequency, length, etc. of thunder are affected by the external environment.
Similarly, in this complex change, thunder may really carry some amazing information.
Of course, Hu Ming did not study this. The thunder collected through this indoor collection device may not be different from the ordinary thunder in his voice.
However... the master in the coffin didn't seem to think so.
Maybe it was a coincidence, or it might be inevitable. In short, the processed thunder heard from the big bell, as if it was telling the "robe".
Cruff
The thunder gradually faded, and the eardrums of several people calmed down slightly, and the sound of the coffin being turned was so harsh.
The few people were very sure that so far, they had not opened the coffin and made a fortune!
With a very gentle movement, a thin black figure sat up from it, closing his eyes and listening to the afterglow of the thunder.
Jiuzi, the few people are well-informed, but the rice dumplings in front of him are different. Seven ears grow on both sides of his head!
The ears are densely packed together, bloated and ugly...
"Compared with this person, Liu'er Mihou is considered a hammer, just a younger brother..."
The blind man grinned and sighed.
"Gujigu..."
It seemed that I had the information I wanted, and Qi Er opened his mouth and felt like an unconscious roar.
"...Damn it, it's this ancient and wild language. That "His Majesty the First Emperor" did not lie to me!"
Hu Ming's face changed. Although he couldn't understand, it was not the first time he heard this kind of roaring language...