Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

"Use you, go to the tomb and get it, get it..."

Han Bin's voice became smaller and smaller.

The light in his eyes began to fade.

This is a sign of impending death, he can't hold on any longer.

"What do you want?!" I asked anxiously.

"Take it, huff, huff, take it..."

Han Bin opened his mouth wide and inhaled hard like a fish out of water, so hard that he couldn't speak.

"Han Bin, you have to hold on!"

"Think about your wife and your unborn child!"

"You said the child couldn't be without a father!"

I shouted these words in the hope of stimulating his desire to survive.

The will to survive is a magical thing.

Once stimulated, the body will burst out with energy far beyond normal, and can even temporarily suppress bleeding and pain.

This is mainly because when the desire to survive is overflowing, the body will secrete a large amount of adrenaline.

On the one hand, adrenaline speeds up blood supply to the aorta.

While providing the body with excess energy, it also stimulates the sympathetic nerves to become more excited and reduces the body's perception of pain.

On the other hand, it will constrict subcutaneous and fascial blood vessels, reducing bleeding in the injured area.

If Han Bin's desire to survive is stimulated and his adrenaline is released, he can at least hold on for another hour or two.

I will also have the opportunity to find out what we are going to take from the tomb.

"Han Bin, I can definitely save you!"

"For your unborn child, hold on!"

The encouragement seemed to work.

A light reappeared in Han Bin's dull eyes.

His loose palms gradually clenched into fists, and he murmured, "Child, my child, wheezing."

"For the sake of the child...stay alive!"

Seeing that he was aroused by the desire to survive, I quickly opened my bag and looked for something.

Matches, an oil bottle, and a small roll of cotton gauze were taken out of the shoulder bag.

Oil bottles and cotton gauze are prepared for making fire in emergencies.

It comes in handy now.

Han Bin stared at the roll of gauze: "Stop, stop the bleeding."

"Help me stop the bleeding."

But I shook my head and looked for a dead branch on the ground.

Then wrap the cotton gauze around the dead branch.

Han Bin's eyes turned red with anxiety: "Why don't you stop the bleeding for me?"

"You, you're not going to save me?!"

"If you don't stop the bleeding, don't even think about hearing a single word about the secret again!"

I picked up the oil bottle and opened it.

Pour oil over the wrapped cotton gauze.

Then the match was struck.

The moment the bean-sized flame of the burning match touched the cotton cloth, a huge ball of fire suddenly ignited.

I raised a makeshift torch made of dry branches and waved it in the night sky.

Whoosh!

The torch dragged out a long tail of flame, drawing a line of fire in the dark night sky.

Whether it was the bats that pounced on Han Bin or the bats that hovered in the air, they were all startled by the fire and screamed.

I swung the torch twice above Han Bin, and the bats that were flying over him flew away in fear.

The bats circling in the air also flew away from the fire.

Just a few minutes.

Hundreds of bats were scattered by the flames and disappeared completely into the dark night.

Han Bin looked at me blankly.

His mouth was wide open for a long time.

It was as if the words he was about to curse me were stuck in his throat.

Clang.

The torches were thrown to the ground.

I pulled up some weeds and threw them onto the burning torch to make the fire burn more vigorously.

Because bats are very sensitive to light.

Bats will stay away from places with strong light.

Well, not just bats.

Most wild animals have a great fear of fire.

At night in the wild, as long as there is an uninterrupted blazing fire, even wolves dare not rush towards the fire.

Another thing is that the ash from burning weeds and dead branches has a hemostatic effect.

It can be used to treat Han Bin's wounds.

I casually explained, "We need to get rid of the bats first to save you."

"Otherwise, even if I wrap you up like a mummy, the bats will still tear through the gauze and continue to inflict wounds on you."

"Oh, by the way, you probably don't know what a mummy is, right?"

"That's a kind of mummy from abroad."

“When making it, they wrap many layers of gauze around the body.”

Han Bin's mouth slowly closed.

She turned away in shame and dared not look at me.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Well, I misunderstood you."

I waved my hand and smiled, "The misunderstanding is not important. What's important is what they want me to get from the tomb."

Han Bin said seriously, "It could be a map, or it could be a key."

"My father-in-law didn't explain exactly what it was."

"But it definitely has something to do with the Western Zhou royal family... cough cough, it hurts!"

"It hurts to death!"

When it came to the key point, Han Bin suddenly cried out in pain.

His unusual reaction gave me a chill.

Someone must be coming!

I looked up and observed the surrounding situation while saying, "Just bear with the pain."

"Once the ash burns out, I can bandage your wound."

"I hope it can help clot the blood in your wound."

As he was speaking, Huang Ziran and Uncle Zheng Er had already trotted over.

Uncle Zheng patted me on the shoulder happily.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​using fire to drive away bats?"

"If I had used this trick earlier, Han Bin wouldn't be like this now."

"Oh, ugh, ugh!"

"Look at what I said. It must be thanks to you that you used this trick, otherwise even gods would find it difficult to save Han Bin."

I glanced at Uncle Zheng.

You can see that he is happy from the bottom of his heart.

On the contrary, Huang Ziran, who was standing aside, had an indescribable strange expression on his face.

It feels like three parts of irritability, three parts of regret, three parts of remorse, and one part of elusive relief.

Well, these complex expressions are all my guesses based on my feelings.

As for whether my guess is correct, I’m not sure.

But Huang Ziran's expression was definitely too complicated to describe in words.

"Old Huang, Old Zheng, could you please help me find some firewood?"

"Make the fire bigger."

"The ash from the burning can be used to bandage Han Bin's wounds."

"Oh, okay." Huang Ziran responded.

He took Zheng Erbo to look for firewood on the ground.

With their help, I don’t have to keep looking for firewood.

So he dug out some burnt ashes from the fire.

Wood ash turns into fine powder when gently crushed in the hand.

I tried pressing the powder onto Han Bin's wound.

"Hiss!" Han Bin gasped in pain.

"Be patient."

"If you don't press hard, it will be difficult for the wound to heal."

I said this, but I wasn't sure about it.

After all, vampire bat saliva has anticoagulant properties, and wood ash may not necessarily heal wounds.

Han Bin gritted his teeth and nodded, "I can bear it."

"As long as I can survive, anything is fine!"

"I want to live to see my child born!"

I pressed on the wound for more than a minute before slowly releasing my hand.

The ash on the wound was soaked with blood.

Blood continued to seep out of the wood ash.

"Has the bleeding not stopped?" Huang Ziran looked over while holding some firewood.

When he saw that the wood ash failed to stop the bleeding, a hint of joy seemed to flash in his eyes.

I frowned and said, "Yeah, it didn't stop."

"If wood ash doesn't work, there's only one way left."

"What method?" Huang Ziran asked nervously, seeming to be more concerned than Han Bin himself.

But I silently took out a dagger from my waist and raised it.

The moment the dagger flashed, Huang Ziran's face changed drastically.

Yelled at me, “Are you crazy?!”

"What are you doing with a dagger?!"