Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Chapter 113 Himiko = Amaterasu

"Holy crap, the Fusang tree? The one that the golden crow is said to roost in?"

The people around him were shocked by his guess, but looking at the coffin in front of them and judging from the strange things, it was indeed possible.

"Bo, come and look at these commemorative drawings! They reveal that Himiko truly possesses the ability to bring death upon herself by touching people."

Hearing Laura's shout, everyone went over to look at the paintings.

Above is a figure wearing a strange crown, and anyone who reaches out to touch it turns into a bloody mess.

Many of the paintings are filled with skulls, depicting a desolate and bleak scene where no one can hear a rooster crowing for miles.

The painting also depicts many ships carrying large numbers of people to the island.

After looking around, Ji Haobo thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"Bo, what did you see?"

Seeing his expression, Laura asked him a question while also sharing her own guess.

"I think Himiko might be a supervirus carrier. She might have immunity herself, but others would die instantly upon contact with her."

Her guess caused the others' expressions to change drastically, and Fatty Wang was so shocked he jumped up and down:

"Damn, a supervirus? Bo, get your gas mask ready! These guys are all bad news; they've been using germ warfare for over a thousand years!"

"Can you stop making such a fuss? We didn't even open that coffin. If there really was a virus outside, you would have gone to see your great-grandmother by now. Why are you still jumping around like this?"

Ji Haobo glared at the fat man with annoyance, then turned and pointed to the commemorative drawings.

"Don't you guys think that Himiko's appearance resembles someone else?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. After exchanging glances, they stared at the commemorative drawing for a moment.

Fatty Wang still looked bewildered. All he knew about Japan, besides the Japanese devils, was some mentors who would shout "Yamete!"

"Master Bo, you don't mean Himiko is some kind of ancient mentor, do you? This little guy's skills have such a long history?"

Everyone was stunned by his words, never expecting that this guy's head was filled with not only fat but also a lot of lewd nonsense.

"Hehe... Fatty, you've probably done a lot of research on those things!"

Erpang chuckled mischievously, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Take my advice, brother. Go out and practice more. Don't just talk the talk; that will not only hurt your health, but also cause you heartache later."

Fatty Wang felt insulted and jumped up like a madman.

"Damn, who said I'm not good at this anymore? Even the madam said her daughter praised me highly, last time..."

"How about last time? You took on ten by yourself? If you're so awesome, how about I call Himiko and you teach her a lesson for the country?"

"puff"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Old Hu and the others were amused by Ji Haobo's mockery of Fatty Wang, and Erpang even chimed in with encouragement:

"Fatty, I believe in you. Don't worry about it. At worst, you'll be a hero again in eighteen years."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Haobo gave him a scolding in return.

"You're no better than me. I'll show you who Himiko looks like. All you know how to do is spout nonsense."

Wu Xie, standing to the side, chuckled strangely. Seeing the two fat men shrink back to the side, he turned to Ji Haobo and said:

"Brother Bo, I think this Himiko is very similar to Amaterasu, the sun goddess in the legends of the Japanese people."

Look at the crown on her head, those unfolding decorations, don't they look like the rays of the sun?

Another thing that appears in all the paintings is the same as the ancient bronze mirror we have. We call this the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror), which is Amaterasu Omikami's favorite divine artifact.

After listening to Wu Xie's words, Lao Hu and the others nodded in understanding, including Richard and his daughter.

The legend of Amaterasu, the sun goddess, is something most people have heard of to some extent. And looking at the painting of Himiko, she does indeed resemble her prototype.

"What Bai Mian'er said is right, but what I want to say is that since Himiko can be deified, she must have some extraordinary divine abilities."

It's far more than just a super virus carrier; otherwise, there would be no need to seal it inside the Fusang Sacred Tree.

At this point, Ji Haobo pointed to the bronze mirror in the painting and said:

"This thing should indeed be the Yata no Kagami, one of the three sacred treasures in the legend of the Little Days, but it did not originally belong to Amaterasu."

Legend has it that once, Susanoo, the younger brother of Amaterasu, caused trouble in Takamagahara.

Amaterasu was angry and hid in the Amanokado (Heavenly Rock Cave), refusing to come out.

But because she was the sun goddess, her hiding plunged the world into darkness.

Seeing this, the gods of Takamagahara created the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror), hung it in front of the Ama-no-Iwato (Heavenly Rock Door), and sang and danced outside it.

Amaterasu was attracted by their commotion and curiously opened the door to investigate, only to be captured and taken away.

We don't need to take these messy myths and legends seriously, but they do reveal some information.

For example, the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror) might not be a divine artifact that Amaterasu (the Radiant Goddess) liked, but rather something used to suppress her.

"So, Master Bo, you mean that Himiko was suppressed by the Yata Mirror and sealed with the Fusang Divine Tree, then her abilities must be extremely terrifying, right?"

"Ok!"

Ji Haobo nodded at Lao Hu, then gave instructions to the others:

"Just in case, after everyone takes down these wooden plaques with commemorative drawings, they go to wait on the other side. I'll stay behind alone to open the coffin."

"Uh... waiting on the other side of the crack is fine, but why are you making us dismantle these paintings, Mr. Bo? Are you going to sell them to some nobody?"

Wu Xie looked at Ji Haobo with some doubt, not because he doubted the value of the paintings;

Rather, it represents the culture of everyday life, and wouldn't sharing it with others enhance their cultural heritage?

Ji Haobo nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:

"Hey...you're right, selling to the less fortunate is an option, but the prerequisite is that they must first return a large number of our cultural relics."

Otherwise, we can frame these and put them in public toilets, then have the newspapers publish an article about Amaterasu, the sun goddess of Japan, as the toilet goddess.

"Hahaha...not bad, not bad. We'll make a ticket for it, and anyone who wants to go in and study these paintings will have to greet me with a loudspeaker for ten minutes at the entrance, hehe!"

"Hey! That's not an admission ticket, it's more like a friendly invitation, hahaha."

"Waaah...waaah"

Richard and his daughter looked at the group of people laughing and talking, somewhat bewildered, and exchanged bewildered glances.

Laura, seeing that their conversation was going on and on, with even the white furry guy joining in with strange noises, could only helplessly remind them:

"Bo, should we still take down these memoirs?"

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll come and dismantle it right now!"

Fatty Wang, all smiles, was the first to eagerly step forward and carefully begin to work.

Half an hour later, all the memoirs were taken down, and Ji Haobo collected them one by one.

Then, after everyone had walked for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, estimating that they should have reached the other side of the crevice, they began to search the coffin.