To put it bluntly, the land coupon is to ask about the certificate of land buying in the underworld, which is similar to the current land certificate, except that the land purchased is the land in the underworld as its place to live. At that time, writing land coupons was a transaction with the underworld, so it was mostly caused by no merit and evil. Only those without descendants helped others write such things to make a living.

I have received rubbings of the land coupon unearthed from Yahong, Sichuan. I still remember the previous content: The first day of the 27th day of the lunar month of Taisui Bingyin, the fourth year of Weitiansheng, there are now deceased people. Jumingli, Jiguo Township, Hongya County, Jiazhou, Xu State, died now. Kaojun, Lord Xu used 99,999 silos and 900 texts.

Therefore, the content in front of the ticket will be very concentrated on where the tomb is, the information of the tomb owner, and the idea of ​​the oil bottle is accurate.

We looked down at the edge of the sarcophagus and saw that the oil bottle stuck on both sides of the well with both feet and carefully checked the bottom of the body. I handed him the phone, and he took a picture and handed it back to me. I saw that the bottom of the corpse was a whole stone slab with inscriptions on it. Because it was covered with barnacles, the inscription could not be seen clearly. The fat man handed down a hammer. The oil bottle began to knock on the barnacles, revealing the words below. He slowly recited: "Minyue snake species, Nanhai Wang weaving."

"What's the matter? Nanhai?" asked the fat man, "Isn't it Xihai?"

Jin Wantang said: "Fatty, you just said that the West Sea Luoyun Kingdom was fabricated, and there must be a foundation for fabricating it. The South Sea Wangzhi, and the West Sea Luoyun Kingdom, changing one word to fabricate it is very neatly - Nanhai, is it the South Sea Kingdom?" His eyes suddenly lit up and he jumped up.

We all looked at Jin Wantang, and he frowned and said, "Minyue snake species. It is said that people from the ancient seven ancient countries worship snakes. They are both Fujian and snakes. This means that the land coupons bought the Yin land of Fujian, and the people are from Baiyue people. In "Shan Hai Jing", it says that Fujian is in the sea. That is, a long time ago, this area was in the sea and separated from the mainland. The story of the mother chasing the clouds to the beach that day was credible. He may not go west, but to the south. So it is not the West Sea falling clouds, but the South Sea falling clouds, and the West Sea falling clouds are the South Sea Kingdom!"

He looked at the corpse and continued, "Then is the monarch of the South China Sea Kingdom? The South China Sea Kingdom was an ancient country close to the coast of China and located at the junction of Fujian and Jiangxi. It disappeared during the Han Dynasty."

"What's special about this person? What's the relationship with Ting Lei?" I asked. Looking at the ears of this person, it's really different from those of the Central Plains. Jin Wantang said: "There are very few records of the South China Sea Kingdom in history, because this country is very small and has existed for a short time. I only know that after the country's destruction, the remains all took ships to sea. After countless ships went out to sea, they did not appear, and the King of South China Sea was missing. I didn't expect that such a king also had such a luxurious tomb, and he spared no effort in this regard. In addition, the only thing related to Ting Lei was the legend of Tianmu chasing the clouds."

If it was the South China Sea Kingdom, these barnacles would be explained. The tomb of the King of South China Sea might have been flooded by sea water. When the Yang family stole the coffin, they brought the barnacles out together.

The muffled oil bottle "pi" me below, and I handed my phone down again. He had already landed near the bottom of the well, took a photo, and threw the phone up again. I opened the photo and saw dozens of tapes that had decayed and stuck to the bottom on the stone slab under the bronze sheet at the bottom of the well.

He crawled up again, and the wreckage of the tape was lined up, about forty plates, which were very old. The tapes inside were broken, and countless sludge stuck in the tape and could not move. Fatty Wang murmured: "It seems that Comrade Yang Daguang once hid at the bottom of this well and recorded thunder."

"Why didn't you take these tapes away?" It would be fine if there were one or two disks. I felt that he was well prepared, but he didn't take them away.

"It shouldn't be recorded what he wanted to hear." I said.

The oil bottle suddenly shook his head. We looked at him and he said, "He is not recording thunder in the well, he is playing thunder in the well."

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly covered in cold sweat: "What do you mean?"

He took out a piece of bronze, put it in my hand, and said, "This is some kind of musical instrument for thunder."

I frowned and suddenly understood his thoughts. The thunder in the sky came down, passed through the loudspeaker above, and then formed a resonance in the well below, which could urge these bronze pieces to make a special sound. This seemed to be a translator, which could translate the information in the thunder?

This is a bold speculation, but now the bronze sheets are rotten, so the sound we hear is turbid and unsure.

Not every time he comes to Yang Daguang, he will encounter thunder, so when he comes here, in order to hear the information in the thunder, he brings a tape recording the thunder to the well to play.

The tapes were abandoned here, maybe because they didn't have what he wanted; maybe he could not hear anything like us, and threw them away because of the huge frustration, because after all, these bronze films seemed to have decayed a long time ago. And he died in his hidden room without leaving any useful clues, which proved that he did not gain much.

But he won't have nothing, because after all, he has persisted for so long, so he should know something - right?

I looked at the bronze film carefully, and the fat man said to me heavily: "We can only know what happened when these murals come from."

"The fuck you just want to get something." I said angrily.
Chapter completed!