Chapter 22: Release

Human skin has always been used to peel human skin in torture, sealing stone gates and peeling human skin. Many ethnic tribes also have the tradition of peeling sacrifice skins.

There are many ways to peel human skin, which depends on the effect you want to achieve. If you want Zhao Cheng to peel the skin, the pain of people is often cut from the eyelids, lift your eyelids, and pluck them down bit by bit, and the biggest hole is cut from the corners of your eyes. If you want human skin to be used as materials, such as bulging, or something, it is often cut from the Tianling cover and a circle, so the human skin peeled out is very complete.

However, this human skin is not the same. The human skin hole is actually opened on the back, about a palm-wide slap, and the edge is rolled up, and it seems to have been cut with a blunt object. The human skin is complete and elastic. Although it has been nearly a thousand years, it can still be pulled appropriately.

Above the human skin, there was also a red gold-wire embroidered robe with blue edges, and cloud crowns and boots were placed on the top and on the boot positions. Under the third uncle, the rusty robe cracked into pieces.

After Uncle San picked up the human skin with a dagger, his face shrank and hung together. It seemed that a person had made a very difficult face. His eyebrows and hair fell a lot, but it was still certain that this was an old man's skin.

Uncle San couldn't figure it out why there was only one human skin in the carved iron coffin? Could it be that the victim was tortured in front of him, and he did not even leave his body, so he had to be buried with such a human skin?

It doesn't seem to be similar, so, is this human skin a burial object? It is the object that the victim liked during his lifetime?

Looking at the arrangement of Yunguan boots and human skin, it is impossible. The location and layout of this human skin are definitely buried as a corpse.

Looking at the bottom of the human skin, there is a layer of cotton silk quilt, which is quite well preserved, but there is a hint of mess. When the quilt is wrapped, there seems to be a layer of stuff under it.

Placing Ming utensils under the cotton silk quilt is also a typical method of hiding in the Yuan and Ming dynasties. Most of the golden treasures of the Ming Shenzong were found in the quilt.

Uncle San put down his human skin and used a dagger to open the mattress underneath. The cotton silk has a very good texture, but it is also extremely soft. After a few strokes, although the mattress was turned open and it was already broken, under the mattress, there were indeed some messy gold and silver utensils, with several double dragons inlaid gold plates and some small gold pieces, with a little black surface. Among these things, there was a piece of ugly thing like curly roots, which was about the length of human legs, and curled into a ball like a centipede.

Uncle San was even more confused. He used a dagger to smash the ball of things and found that the thing was like a stone. It seemed to be a huge dehydrated slug.

Uncle San looked at the human skin on that side, then looked at the wreckage like a slug. After thinking for a while, he thought to himself. Could it be that this slug-like thing was originally a bug in the body of the suffering master? The suffering master was only left with a layer of skin, so he got out of the suffering master again. However, the suffering master actually used an iron coffin and couldn't go anywhere, and was trapped in the iron coffin in the end?

No wonder people say that there must be a monster in the bronze iron coffin. This person must know that his body will not be protected after death, and he does not want the monster to come out to harm others again. So he buried himself in the iron coffin, which is also admirable.

But what kind of monster is this thing? People say that there are three corpses and insects in the human body. The upper corpse cuts the human eyes, the middle corpse cuts the human five internal organs, the lower corpse cuts the human stomach and life, and the person dies. Is this thing one of them? Didn’t have time to run away?

Uncle San thought that he had opened his eyes this time. If there was a camera, he could take pictures as a souvenir. Some people brag when they went back, and looked at everyone, and they were all unconscious. They immediately became evil. They thought that I couldn't carry this human skin, and I would have to take a few pieces of goldware no matter what. After saying that, I brought up gloves, and I would have to use one move to avoid leaving.

Unexpectedly, before he could do anything, someone suddenly laughed behind him. Uncle San was shocked and quickly turned around to see it. However, it was too late. Suddenly, a slap hit the back of Uncle San's neck. Uncle San's eyes turned dark and fell into the coffin and threw himself onto the "corpse worm".

Uncle San thought that it must have been a flashlight that hit the ground. Uncle San hit the ground very hard. Later, after waking up with a split headache, the others disappeared. Uncle San searched for a few times but couldn't find those people.

What happened next, just as he said at the time, was a few weeks after he left the ancient tomb alone, saved on the sea.

He said that when he found that the young man was not old in Jinan, he suddenly thought about whether they would have taken the pills from the ancient tomb. Later, when he went in again, he found that it was true that the people were all taking pills. And he also discovered that Aningdi Company was the company that commissioned Jie Lianhuan at that time, so he fought with them. As for why those people later appeared in the Yunding Heaven Palace, Uncle San himself didn't know. Unfortunately, if he had not been in a coma at that time, he would have known the whole thing, which is a pity.

Uncle San sighed, and didn't know if there was Wen Jin among those people. He could see Wen Jin again in his lifetime, even if he was a corpse, he could let go. Unfortunately, God never let him do it.

After coming out of the hospital, I felt heavy and relaxed. I was a little happy and a little melancholy.

Heavyly said, what Uncle San said was very confusing. I always felt that there might be something wrong? Because after he finished speaking, I didn’t see a relieved expression, which obviously he still had a burden in his heart. It was easy to say that there was finally an explanation. No matter what, I could finally let it go.

I had a vague approximation of the whole thing, because there were too many threads, it was very difficult to sort out. The most important thing in the entire Third Uncle’s narrative is the third person.

It was him who led everyone over Qimen Dunjia, and it seemed that he was also the one who knocked San Uncle in the end. He said he didn't know what happened after Uncle San Uncle fell into a coma.

The final narrative between Man Youping and Uncle San is not consistent. As for which one is true, it seems less important.

In short, if the third uncle lies with me, the third person must be himself. If not, then he should be the silencer bottle, because at the bottom of the pool, there is only his narrative now. If he lies, he will even have a version of refutation. And if it is someone else, there will always be some things that cannot be explained clearly.

I felt relieved and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This puzzle has been tormenting for so long, and now I have got this answer, but it doesn't feel that it's so exciting. There is a big gap between me and I expected, but maybe it's the truth, so it's impossible to force it.

Uncle San was already discharged from the hospital. I was tired of eating the hospital meal, so I came out to help him decide the hotel. A few days later, I talked to him about some details. He told me that the iron coffin was melted with mixed acid. The ingredients for the acid liquid they used to wash porcelain were not known to me. And how he took this thing with him recently when he went to the water with Aning's company. He found the prompts to enter the Tiangong in the room where the Tiangong model was placed, and from the exit where Jie Lianhuan brought him in, and a long discussion was made. After recording these things, it was boring to just mention them.

A few days later, Pan Zi heard that Uncle San woke up and arrived in Jilin and took him away. This time, Uncle San's business suffered huge losses. The man caught him and fled. Uncle San's status in Changsha also plummeted, and he himself was discouraged and confused, as if he had only one body left.

[Originally, Grave Robbers' Chronicles 3 will end here.]

I stopped talking, so I was preparing to go back to Hangzhou, but I didn’t stay in Jilin yet, so I contacted a few days after the time was sent.

I had a few college classmates in Changchun, so they rushed over and a few people walked around and talked about the past. My mood gradually became positive. Later, I went around the city and visited the antique market. After a while, it took another two weeks.

After experiencing so many things, I became a little unrestrained. I used to pay for a price, but now I just think it is easy to pay one hand and deliver the goods at the same time. However, as this happens, the money around me is getting less and less.

Several friends were surprised by my changes. I could pluck my hair. I really couldn't imagine that I asked me what was stimulating.

I'm afraid that this is the only benefit when I walked through the line of life and death. People are more open-minded. I picked up the wonderful things and told those people about what I experienced. It was a brag. After saying that, no one believed it. One of them smiled and said, "Are those people who came to the bottom of the sea the photo you checked for me? Isn't there so many stories after that thing?"

I heard him say that I remembered that I had found a photo on the Internet before, with the words "Fish is here" underneath. At that time, I asked this person to help me check it. Later, I only found out that it was posted online in Jilin, and it was left alone.

Thinking about it now, it’s strange that the Internet has become truly developed, and who has posted it in the past few years?

Since I remembered it, I asked, did the man find more things later? The man shook his head, obviously not taking my affairs to heart, but said: "This kind of photos are too ordinary, and it is too old. The information from that era is generally not available to go online. I can only use technical means. The IP address is the only thing that can be checked. I feel that if you really want to check it, you might as well go to the National Archives Administration to check which eleven-person archaeological team disappeared in 20 years. You may know more."

I pondered, and this made sense. As soon as I went, someone corrected it: "You remembered it wrong. I have also seen that photo, and it was ten people."

The man shook his head and said, "No, I feel like eleven people."

I jumped into my heart and asked him, "Why?"

The man smiled and said, "There are ten people in the photo, but isn't there anyone who takes the photo? Didn't you expect it?"
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