Chapter 107 Chapter 19 Pagoda Palace

Uncle Chen found that my expression was not right, so he immediately lost his temper and scolded me for being ungrateful.Those few things are: a shotgun, a bottle of water, a dagger, a lighter, and the inner film of the backpack.These things have a fart use, do you want to shoot me to death, or stab me to death with a dagger, it's better if I just lift my foot.I was too lazy to argue with Uncle Chen, but Mu Qingxiang tried to comfort me, telling me not to be impatient.I looked at the dying Zhao Shuai, my eyes were hot and humid, and I thought I would die if I died, and go with Lao Zhao. Uncle Chen pushed away the sand grains with his callused hands, and the landmines were exposed, but he was not afraid at all, on the contrary, he was a little excited.Mu Qingxiang was still by my side, I was afraid that Uncle Chen's head would be blown up, so I told Mu Qingxiang to stay away, otherwise it would be bad if she was blown away later.Mu Qingxiang ignored me, just watched Uncle Chen busy, and asked Uncle Chen what his plan was.

When he was young, Uncle Chen was also a man of culture, but he had been hunting wolves for so long that many people forgot his original identity.This kind of old-fashioned landmine is easy to deal with. Uncle Chen said that as long as the detonator and gunpowder in the landmine are burned, the landmine will lose its effect.When I heard that Uncle Chen was going to burn the mines, my whole body trembled. If I set the mines on fire, wouldn’t it be detonated? Fortunately, he is still a man of culture. My disdain made Uncle Chen very angry. He had a temper tantrum and almost wanted to die with me.In the presence of Mu Qingxiang, Uncle Chen said that using aluminum powder, barium nitrate and polyvinyl chloride can burn the explosives inside the mine, and it will never detonate it. This is the most effective way.I am dubious about this statement, but I can only resign myself to it, and if something goes wrong, I have to admit it.Uncle Chen slowly swept the sand away, and when the land mines appeared, he told me that no matter how hot the feet were, I couldn't move them away, unless he nodded and said yes.

But we are in the desert, where to find these things.Uncle Chen took out three bullets from the shotgun, pried the bullets off with a dagger, then sprinkled the gunpowder in the bullets next to the mine, tore up the film, and sprinkled it on the ammunition.The main raw material of backpack film is polyvinyl chloride, and it is impossible to find pure one, so we have to use film instead.Uncle Chen unscrewed the bottle first, soaked my boots and trousers, and then lit the ammunition with a lighter. Later, I learned that aluminum powder, barium nitrate and polyvinyl chloride burn together, and the high temperature can pass through the metal skin of the mine, so that the gunpowder inside can burn without explosion.But the temperature reached 2,000 degrees, and my feet felt scalding hot when it burned up, so Uncle Chen took a bottle of water and kept cooling my calves.

The chirping sound lasted for about 2 minutes, and Uncle Chen told me to lift my foot, because the gunpowder in the mine had been burned out.My whole body was limp, and it took a lot of effort to lift my feet, and I didn't even have the energy to ask Uncle Chen and Mu Qingxiang to avoid it.Sure enough, nothing happened after I lifted my foot, and the mine had become an empty shell.It's a pity that Zhao Shuai raised his feet too fast. If he was slower, Uncle Chen would have a way to save him. I didn't care about the joy, and immediately staggered to the shadow of the city gate. Except for the pale Zhao Shuai who was still awake, my little cousin and Nan Gongxiong had already opened their eyes.All along, I thought that Zhao Shuai was foolish and not serious, but my little cousin told me that it was Zhao Shuai who pushed her away at that time, otherwise she would have escaped the first rank.It turned out that Zhao Shuai had already noticed that he had stepped on a landmine, but his reaction was slow, and his feet had already been raised.

It is too late to send Zhao Shuai to the hospital, so he can only go to the ancient city to find water sources in order to give Zhao Shuai emergency treatment.Uncle An kept comforting me, saying that Zhao Shuai would get better, don't worry too much.Even though I don't know medicine, even a fool can tell that Zhao Shuai won't live long like this.Apart from breaking his right leg, there must have been other injuries. He couldn't hold on without being carried out of the desert by Zhao Shuai. I carried Zhao Shuai on my back, endured the pain and walked into the ancient city. At this time, I never wanted to look at the ancient city again, even if there was a complete copy of the Canon in the ancient city.Many houses in the ancient city are dilapidated, weathered and fragile, and more than half a meter of sand has accumulated inside.The little cousin pointed to the stone pagoda and said that it was bigger, maybe it would be safer there.We were very cautious along the way, for fear of stepping on landmines again. When we walked to the stone tower, it seemed that the soul of the whole person had been separated from the body.

It wasn't until we got to the golden stone tower that we felt that the stone tower would collapse at any time, and it was already tilted at this moment.There is no plaque on the arch under the pagoda, and it is probably decayed into ashes. I remember that in the green brick cave of Mingling, the pagoda in the model of the ancient city is called Zhenxian Pagoda.This pagoda is both good and evil, I don't know which god has been suppressed, and now I take the liberty to stay overnight, I just hope that the old man doesn't care. The tower door was broken, and we walked in nervously. The inside was dark and lacquered, and no light could penetrate.Uncle Chen turned on the flashlight and shook it inside. Except for a huge stone platform and statues, there was nothing else.I recognize that statue, he is tea patriarch Wu Lizhen, I didn't expect patriarch to have such a high status in Guishuang Empire.After entering the pagoda hall, Uncle An immediately lit a fire, lighting up the pagoda hall.

After we settled down, we worried about what to do next. Nan Gongxiong suggested that we must first find the only spring in the ancient city.We all nodded in agreement, we cannot live without water, and we must accumulate enough water before we can leave the ancient city.However, the ancient city is so big, and there are nine springs, it may take a day to find the springs that are emitting water.Secondly, we must try our best to continue Zhao Shuai's life. Although it seems hopeless, we can't just give up. After the plan was made, we argued for a long time, and finally decided that Mu Qingxiang and I would go out to look for the spring, and everyone else would stay in the tower hall.Before going out, we checked the tower hall first to rule out the possibility of an ambush by sand wolves.During the inspection, we found that there are many tea-picking depictions on the inner wall of the pagoda hall, which is very Central Plains style. If it is not in the desert, we must think that this stone pagoda is somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River.I also made a special trip to pay homage to the patriarch, hoping that he would bless us to leave safely and let Zhao Shuai be saved.

The stone tower has eight floors. We checked the first floor and then climbed up.Judging by common sense, the wolves are unlikely to hide on it, but now the situation is special, and it must be carefully checked before reassurance.Holding the flashlight, I went up together with Mu Qingxiang and Uncle Chen, while the rest stayed below.Uncle Chen was suspicious. Every time he took a step, he always felt that the wolf was ahead, and he was about to shoot several times.When we walked to the second floor, the air inside was so stuffy that we couldn't help but choked a few times. In fact, there can be no one on the stone pagoda, because I have observed carefully, and the steps going up are all sand grains, without a single footprint.Just as I was about to relax my vigilance, I heard Mu Qingxiang whisper that there was a person lying in the corner of the second floor.As soon as Uncle Chen heard this, he immediately shot, which startled me, and Uncle An who was below hurriedly asked what was wrong.

"It's okay! Look down carefully, Uncle Chen's hands were trembling just now." I said perfunctorily. In the corner of the second floor, there was indeed a person leaning against the corner, but he was already dead and turned into a purple-yellow mummy.From this point of view, there are quite a lot of visitors in the ancient city, and some of them never return.We walked over suspiciously and found that the man was wearing a military uniform, which seemed to be British.The name is printed on the chest of the uniform. Although my English is poor, I can barely read the name on the uniform: Lyle Nelson.

This name is so fucking familiar, I racked my brains, and finally remembered that Lyle Nelson translates to Lyle Nelson.Lyall was the Englishman who built the ghost house in the barren hills, and later he died in the war, and no one knew why he built the house in that kind of place.Of course, the Chinese have the same name and the same surname, and so do the British.But it was all during World War II, which is too coincidental. I don't know if this dead man has anything to do with Lyle in Yunnan. "It seems that the plane was left by the British. They haunted here in the 1930s, and they also had their footprints in India." Uncle Chen gloated a little.

I really want to ask Mu Qingxiang, she woke up briefly in the ancient city before, did she see the wreckage of the plane at that time.But Uncle Chen is by my side, so it is inconvenient for me to ask, so I can only continue to observe the mummy to find out the cause of his death.Both of the mummy's eyes were blurred, as if they had been melted down. It was estimated that this was a fatal injury.Their plane crashed, and injuries are certain, but there must be more than one person on the plane.This person's eyes were destroyed, and it was almost impossible to run to the tower hall in the dark. It is very likely that his companion abandoned him and lost this burden. Mu Qingxiang read my thoughts, so she said to me: "Don't worry, as long as Zhao Shuai is alive, at least I won't let you leave him." I was speechless and choked, and after recovering, I said, "The foreign devils are so bad-hearted. They left their companions behind and planted landmines in the ancient city. Has your conscience been eaten by wolves?" "It's good for people like them to be eaten, and it's unnecessary to stay in this world." Uncle Chen said angrily. I stood up, feeling unreasonable, and asked again: "If his companions escaped, how would they pass through the Foehn? Could it be that they also used needle boxes to blow tea songs?" Mu Qingxiang didn't know how to evade, and said bluntly to me: "I've always wondered how Lyle got involved with Yangchishan. Now that I think about it, they might have met in this ancient city for the first time. Yangchishan returns to the ancient city regularly, unfortunately When a British fighter plane crashed, I took those people out of the ancient city. Maybe they had a dispute later, and Yangchishan was silenced..." Uncle Chen interrupted the conversation in a daze: "Who is Yang Chishan, what are you talking about?" I thought of an excuse to cover it up, but who knew that Mu Qingxiang opened her mouth and said frankly: "Yangchishan is the last tea king. It is said that he was killed by the British, and his bones were not found in the end." "Ah?" Uncle Chen only likes hunting wolves, and has never heard of such things as the King of Tea, so he didn't react for a while. Regarding Yang Chishan, I have been researching for more than half a year, but unfortunately there is not much result.I only know that Yangchishan is very talented, and he became a tea king in his teens. In 1900, he transported tea from the Qing Palace from the Forbidden City and brought it into the ancient city of Yuequan.If there is a destiny, I really want to find that batch of precious tea leaves. You must know that those tea leaves are rare and rare, and they are no longer seen. I walked up to the pagoda hall, with a little hope in my heart, the tea brought by the tea king Yang Chishan was on it.But since the British have been here, they may also take it away.I got up and looked at the mummy, wondering if it was Lyle Nelson's real body, and what was his relationship with the British guy in Yunnan. Mu Qingxiang is not as stubborn as I am, she walks away as soon as she leaves, and walks to the third floor, with Uncle Chen following behind her.Before they went up, they told me to come over quickly. They found another mummified body of a British soldier at the stone staircase.It turned out that more than one Englishman died here, and the eyes of the second corpse were also blurred, as if burned by something.If the first person's eyes were burned out when the plane went down, that would be fine, but would the injuries of the two be so similar? Thinking of this, I shivered all over my body. Could it be that these two Englishmen were forced into the tower hall by danger.In the ancient city, apart from wolves, what else could inflict the same fatal wound on two people at the same time.