Dou Yazai panicked and covered Xiaoxuan's eyes to prevent him from seeing the corpse's face.
Brother Yu squatted slightly, raised the wooden javelin high in his hand, tightened his calves, and his face was gloomy, ready to go.
suddenly!
At night in Tengger, a low whistle sounded from a distance.
The two desert wolves pulling the plank turned around and looked around immediately after hearing the whistle, then turned around and ran away with their tails between their legs. .??.
Seeing the two wolves gradually running away, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
The dried corpse seemed to have been deliberately posed, sitting cross-legged and moving.
The corpse's facial features were shrunk and deformed, but I still recognized it.
It turned out to be Ma Deming! His right leg had stepped into an ant nest and used our gauze!
It’s Ma Deming who has been dead for a long time!
Someone dug him out!
"Apprentice! Apprentice, wake up!"
Uncle Liao gently slapped him on the face and pinched him again. Liao Xiaomi slowly opened his eyes, still looking shocked.
Brother Yu walked in and stabbed him with a wooden stick, causing the body to fall backwards.
"Do you know this person?" Brother Yu turned around and asked after inspecting the body.
I was still in shock, so I just said with trembling lips that I knew him. This man's calf was bitten by ants, and he died of infection and fever. We later buried him in the desert.
"Infection fever?"
Brother Yu shook his head and said, "It seems you didn't check him at first. He didn't die from a fever. Come and take a look."
I bravely walked over, and Brother Yu turned the body over with his feet, reached out and pulled out an iron nail from the back of the body.
We can't say they are iron nails, we can only say they are similar, but different from the stainless steel nails used by modern people.
When I saw this scene, I felt not only horrified but also disgusted.
Recalling the situation that day, Ma Deming was still very lively in the afternoon, but at about 8 o'clock in the evening, he suddenly ran out of breath and died suddenly. Moreover, he was well-dressed when he died. Very suddenly.
At this time, Douyazai said in disgust: "What an old horse. Someone dug him out. What are you doing? Come here to scare us? Is Jiu Qingshui cleaning up the house?"
"No. It's not like that." I shook my head in denial.
At that time, Jiu Qingshui and Baotou were dealing with the Jisha Cemetery Palace. If it was Jiu Qingshui who was doing it, they would basically not have sent Ma Deming's body here.
No matter who did this, I always feel that he is sending some kind of signal to our group.
Brother Yu wiped his hands and said: "It seems that you have a lot of enemies. It's useless to guess. It just so happens that there is no wind right now. Let's follow the traces that were dragged here and look for it to see where it came from.
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Brother Yu’s words woke me up.
Yes, the desert wolf dragged the wooden planks over and left traces on the sand. It is more obvious now. If the wind picks up, the sand will cover up these traces.
As I was thinking about it, a figure appeared in my mind for no apparent reason. This person had disheveled hair and could not see his face clearly, and he was leading a big yellow dog.
Without further ado, if you want to find out who did it, you must seize the clues in front of you and take action. Just waiting like this is too passive.
I said, "Just in case, Yazai, take a good knife and keep an eye on the camp and Xiaoxuan Xiaomi. I'm afraid that the tiger will leave the mountain."
"Wait until we come back."
Douyazai knew that it was inconvenient to bring so many people and things, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry Fengzi, I won't sleep at night."
"Walk."
Leaving behind a word, Brother Yu and I trotted along following the traces on the ground.
We can hear the sound of the whistle, which proves that this person definitely cannot run far, and is probably within ten miles.
After jogging for nearly an hour, a big sandy slope suddenly appeared in front of me. The sandy slope was very steep, going downward.
Extend to 40 degrees.
When we got here, the traces left by the dragging suddenly disappeared.
Brother Yu looked around with his flashlight and said, "Be careful, go down and see what's going on."
I nodded and said yes.
Tengger is very big, and there are many sandy slopes like this, which are not noticeable during the day, let alone at night. The sand reached my knees when I stepped on them.
The sand flowed down the sandy slope. At this moment, the moonlight was cold and the sky was full of stars. I looked around and was shocked to find that this area was actually solid land.
The soil underfoot is light black, surrounded by scattered gravel and hay, revealing a desolate scene.
I held the knife handle tightly and followed Brother Yu.
I was just looking around, but as I was walking, I suddenly tripped and almost fell.
After I stood firm, I looked down and found that what tripped me was actually a Luoyang shovel with a short wooden handle that was broken into two pieces.
Nowadays, Luoyang shovels on the market are basically made of stainless steel casings, and only archaeological teams use wooden handles (for fear of damaging cultural relics).
Compared with the Luoyang shovel we usually use, the short-handled Luoyang shovel has a stronger purpose, which is to remove the hole and break the coffin board. It is mostly used by tomb robbers in Henan.
I also discovered that a broken piece of Luoyang shovel had a word "six" engraved on the handle.
Luoyang shovel is the way we eat. If there is no accident, we will never throw it away casually.
Could it be that they were left behind by those who returned to the customs?
I couldn't figure it out, so I told Brother Yu and started to check the surroundings. I asked him to pay attention to the ground and call me if he saw any mounds of dirt.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, you will find something.
After plowing about 100 meters away from Luoyang, we found a large hole about half a meter wide. The entrance of the hole led to the ground. The shape was somewhat irregular. At first glance, it looked like a hole made by tomb robbers.
When people get closer and look into the cave, they see nothing but darkness.
There are thieves' caves and a broken Luoyang shovel.
Where have people gone?
If it was dug by those who came back to the customs a few months ago, what kind of tomb is this?
Seeing Brother Yu curiously wanting to crawl under, I grabbed him.
I said Brother Yu’s situation is unclear now. We only have a flashlight and nothing else. Don’t let anything happen.
"It's too boring, it's useless for you to think so much,"
After he finished speaking, he immediately got into the hole and slid down with his hands stretched out.
Seeing this, I had no choice but to follow him down.
The height of this cave is about 11 or 2 meters. After descending to the bottom, I smelled a faint smell, similar to the smell of sulfur.
When I shined a light with my flashlight, I found that there was a brick wall. Directly in front of it was a low arch, less than one meter high. The blue bricks sealing the arch had been damaged, and it was barely possible for a person to get through.
I frowned at the low arch.
The prototype of the brick chamber tomb appeared in the late Western Han Dynasty, and became more popular in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. The short door with a height of less than one meter has its own explanation. It is different from the patio in the Song Dynasty. People in the industry call this kind of low door the funeral door.
, it is also called Qiaomen in some places, which is rare.
Many people in ancient times believed in the first seven.
Kindness and affection lead to solitary yin, and solitary yang does not last long.
After a family member dies, he or she must go through the first seven, three, and seven days. It is said among the people that people have three souls and seven souls. One soul dies one year after death, one soul dies every seven days, the soul dies in three years, and the soul dies in seven days. Before the soul dies,
If you can't go to Huangquan Road, this low arch is left to allow the owner's soul to move forward and retreat freely. Therefore, the bridge gate in the tomb is not for people to pass through, but for the soul to pass through.
"Come and take a look," Brother Yu made a discovery and called me over.
I walked in and took a look and found a blue brick on the top of the low arch, with a line of small words carved on the brick surface with a knife.
Wiping off the dust, I tried to read it word by word, softly.
"The beloved daughter of Jin Along, the commander of the Northern and Northern Capital, and the tomb of Jin Youzi."