The Lost Tomb : Tibetan Sea Flower

Chapter 90: Restart

In this environment, these words weren't important to me. Fatty's stories, as I well knew, were all constantly evolving from the antique trade, blending a lot of myths and folklore with some unformed theories to form a half-true concept.

And because there were so many people involved in the process of spreading this concept, the surface level authenticity was quite able to withstand scrutiny. It seemed to be very well-founded, and belonged to a verifiable legend, but it was actually a hundred percent nonsense.

But Fatty's story was true, and it probably wouldn't have anything to do with a civilization that hadn't appeared in history. I did believe in one thing: Fatty bought a boat coffin with white sand in it that pointed to a special desert, and someone was searching for that desert at any cost.

The corpse in the coffin was filled with white sand, indicating that it had been processed in that desert. This may have even been a single tribal act that had nothing to do with a civilization.

It was very possible, however, that there was a very mysterious tribe in the desert.

I looked around at the "King Yama Factory" and prayed in my heart that there wasn't only one exit; otherwise we would really be trapped here and end up dying. As all three of us went deep into the factory, I looked at the walls and top of the cave, hoping to see more caves leading to other places.

I walked a short distance and saw a stone platform. I thought it was for the disposal of corpses, but after seeing some broken crockery and living utensils on the side, I quickly realized that this was the place where the craftsmen lived

They were long gone, but traces of their daily activities still remained. This was due to the fact that this place was so well hidden, that everything was well preserved. Fatty opened some crocks that hadn't yet broken, but all of them had dried up. There were also some earthen jars that were sealed like wine jars.

Fatty couldn't help being greedy and wanted to drink this kind of tomb wine. I told him that this wasn't an ancient tomb so I couldn't guarantee that they were wine jars. It would really be a big deal if it was something like the King of Hell's brain inside.

Fatty picked up a jar, shook it, listened to the noise inside, and then sighed: "Even the wine has become grain, it's all dried up."

We went further in and looked into the small side chambers that had been dug out one by one. I went in to probe around and see if there was an exit, but only found that they were all sealed. The inside was filled with similar "wine jars", and if we hadn't looked at the King Yama outside, we would've thought this was a place for brewing wine or soy sauce.

In my book, this most definitely wasn't wine. It must be a raw material for handling the corpses.

After circling around, I noticed some steps that led further down inside the room. They were only about ten steps, that led to a drop of about one and a half layers, but there was accumulated water in the lower half.

"At least we won't have to drink our urine." Fatty said, "First rule: keep your bodily fluids away from the pool. I wonder if there are any fish in the water."

The water turned out to be rainwater that had seeped in through the cracks and was very clear. We could tell that the water reached our knees, so the three of us first found some pots and filled them.

When the torch went out, we lit it again. As we took off our shoes and stepped into the water, Fatty said, "Did you know that the bath water of beauties used to be used as medicine. It was called Beauty Soup. Now our three pairs of feet can be called Tasty Three Soup. This fat man's foot washing water is definitely full of yang spirit and can cleanse the kidneys."

I looked back at him and saw Short Feng pulling something out of the water.

"Drinking it directly, eh? You don't need to be so impatient. It only works if you drink it frequently, and we don't get out of here." Fatty said, looking at Short Feng shaking the water from his hand and revealing something like a turtle.