Wu Dazhi rubbed his eyes and lowered his head suddenly, only to find that there was really a pendant around his neck. This...
Zhou Zijing obviously also noticed the difference on Wu Dazhi's neck. He immediately came over, grabbed the pendant and asked:
"Brother, if I read correctly, this thing should be something worn around the neck of the corpse, right? Why is it on your neck now?"
Wu Dazhi recalled in a trance the dream-like encounter last night. He originally thought that everything was an illusion, but now he touched the real pendant around his neck, which showed that everything before was real.
In this case, who is that girl? Could it be the owner of the red coffin? Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi couldn't help but cast his eyes on the red coffin, which looked particularly conspicuous in the faint sunlight that could shine in in the early morning.
"I can't explain this clearly. It's complicated. I'll tell you when I have time!"
Wu Dazhi stood up and walked around the hall again to see if he could find any secrets, but unfortunately he couldn't find any clues about the girl in blue.
"Dazhi, come and see, this dead man has changed again!!"
When Wu Dazhi was depressed and didn't notice, Zhou Zijing suddenly shouted. He frowned. It was best not to cause any trouble at this time.
Wu Dazhi walked to the black coffin and saw that there was nothing in the coffin, and the white bones disappeared out of thin air.
Wu Dazhi was so shocked that he could swallow a lightbulb. This thing was so weird: "Come on, fat man, this place is too evil, let's go..."
"Brother, what about the thing hanging around your neck? Can you take it with you?"
Zhou Zijing didn't want to carry it here. Although he also liked the pendant, it was a mysterious thing after all. If it really caused some trouble, he didn't want to die.
"This thing was not given by anyone. It was you instead. Do you dare to..." Wu Dazhi was still not sure whether the girl in blue was a ghost, but he was sure that at least it was not a person.
Seeing that Wu Dazhi couldn't be persuaded, Zhou Zijing stopped talking. Considering that the thing was given by the owner and not stolen by them, there shouldn't be any big trouble.
The two of them walked down the mountain with heavy hearts. The piles of graves were quite impressive even in the daytime. Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing looked at each other, wondering how they had survived before.
I went down the mountain and found the old SUV. It had been smashed by the gangsters so much that it looked like it was gone. The glass was all broken and the doors were dented, making it impossible to open it.
"Dazhi, what do you think we should do now?"
Zhou Zijing glanced at the car and put his hands on his hips, a little helpless. The car couldn't run. This wasn't bad news. The most important thing was that they still expected to use the car to travel to find Hu Xue.
"Let's go back to town first. I think it will take us two days to find Hu Xue. At the very least, we need to get a car!"
The two dragged their heavy bodies forward and walked for almost an hour. Finally, their mobile phones had signal. Wu Dazhi quickly dialed the police number. After a while, the police arrived.
After recording and questioning, they were finally brought back to the bureau for questioning. After all the trouble, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing felt like they were about to fall apart.
"Don't worry, we will definitely solve the case within two days!" The policeman in charge of the case was a friend of Liu Ziyi's friend, and he was satisfied with what he heard.
After finishing the notes, I not only found the best hotel for Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing, but also paid for their room. Finally, before leaving, I specifically told them that when it comes to searching for people, it is best to go to Tongliao to ask about the specific situation.
The disappearance of the archaeological team is quite evil. Most of the local people have heard about it, but they dare not say anything about it.
However, no one dares to tell the rumors here. Just like the two girls sitting opposite Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing, who are chattering non-stop, they are happy to tell Wu Dazhi and the others about the rumors they have heard.
"You two are so brave. You actually dare to go to that mountain, even at night. I admire you so much!"
In the only KFC in the small town, a girl said coquettishly while eating spicy chicken wings.
"I envy you so much!"
Another fatter girl was the one Zhou Zijing flirted with and played with during the barbecue that night.
"I told you two to stop just eating and tell me what the rumors on the mountain are all about!"
This time, Zhou Zijing lost his good temper like last time at the barbecue restaurant. He stared at the two women angrily. They had eaten several set meals since they sat down, but they didn't say a serious word.
Seeing that Zhou Zijing was a little angry, the two girls calmed down a little and started telling stories about the mountain. It turned out that the locals called the mountain Death Mountain.
During the Liao Dynasty, many Khitan nobles and royal families were buried in Chifeng, Tongliao, and many tomb-keepers moved there. The mountain Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing went to last night was the cemetery where the tomb-keepers were buried.
Although large-scale destruction was carried out here during the Jin Dynasty, during the Later Jin Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, in order to show the emperor's great kindness, large-scale repairs were carried out on the tombs on the mountain and a righteous village was built.
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing exchanged glances. If Yizhuang was built during the Qing Dynasty, it would be even more problematic.
There were hundreds of years between the Qing Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty established by the Khitan people. The Khitan characters had long been lost in the long river of history, and no one still knew them.
"Do you usually go up there to worship?"
Wu Dazhi took a sip of his drink and asked casually.
"We have no descendants of the Khitan people here, and the Mongolian people don't bury them in the ground. There are some Han people buried in the cemetery. In the past two years, people still used it to worship, but now they are gone!"
After the fat girl wiped out all the chicken wings, she said lightly.
Wu Dazhi whispered to the girl and lowered the hamburger in front of him. The fat girl smiled sweetly and continued:
"I remember thinking that no one had been to that mountain for three or four years! It was haunted! It was very noisy. Although we are from rural areas, you also know that the Khitan people have a common practice of lavish burials. In addition, Mongolia and the Manchus also have many cemeteries in this area.
In our town alone, there are more than a dozen families who are trying to make money!"
The sound of Zhou Zijing swallowing slobber sounded clearly in Wu Dazhi's ears. Then he saw with his peripheral vision that Zhou Zijing subconsciously touched the sign given by Black and White Wuchang on his waist. A look of envy and hatred flashed from his greedy eyes.
Shot out of the eyes.
Fortunately, the two girls opposite were focused on eating and didn't notice Zhou Zijing's abnormality at all.
"Let me tell you, the archaeological team you are looking for is not the first one to disappear here. It's okay to be missing. At least there is a possibility of survival. There are several archaeological teams who will die immediately if they come here, don't you know?
The government doesn’t even dare to report it!”
At this point, the fat girl became mysterious, lowered her head, and tried hard to recall what happened:
"At that time, my father was still the village chief. He received an archaeological team. They went up the mountain for a day and a night and did not come back. People here did not dare to go up the mountain except during the Qingming Festival. No one dared to look for it. Later, the leaders couldn't stand it anymore and organized border defense.
The army went up to look for it, guess what?"
The fat girl put down the burger, opened her mouth, and deliberately pretended to be scary. Wu Dazhi snorted in his heart, but on his face he wanted to cooperate with the fat girl and asked nervously: