Before I could react, I looked at the broken fish bones lying on the ground and whispered: "I'm really sorry, brother. I was so hungry that I couldn't hold it back and gave it to you to eat."
He suddenly stood up in a hurry, and his movements were so fast that he even brought down a piece of firewood that was still burning.
I hurriedly advised: "Don't do anything! If you have something to say, please say it!"
He clenched his fists and stared at me: "Do you know how long I've been stuck here! Damn it, is it easy for me to catch a fish?"
I didn't expect that he would squat down and start crying as he spoke.
I took three steps forward to approach him, squatted down, and carefully patted his shoulder, "Brother, you said you have been trapped here for a long time? Then where did you come from? Didn't you also fall from above?
Right?" As I spoke, I pointed to the top of the cave.
"Stop screaming with me!"
"Don't think I don't know. You guys must be from the north. They are all burrowing rats. Don't think of yourself as a pet cat!" This man spoke directly and had a loud voice. He was completely different from the fool who just talked.
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I narrowed my eyes and said tentatively: "One river has a view of two rivers. I am chopping firewood on the mountain and burning fires on the mountain. I dare to ask Yuan Liang, how many gates have he demolished?"
As soon as I finished speaking, his expression was startled for a moment, and then his expression became very exciting.
"Hey, you kid, you haven't even grown your hair yet. How dare you play dirty tricks with me? Okay, kid, listen up."
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"A bag of earth holds the southwest, a shovel digs things, a partridge unloads the ridge and walks on the waterway, the light skill is floating on the water, and the little earth dragon is in the soil!"
Hearing what he said, I breathed a sigh of relief. This is also a slang term in the tomb robbery industry. Although our paths are not the same, we have one thing in common: we are all tomb robbers.
Through talking with this person, I gradually figured out the clues.
It turned out that this man was a tomb robber from the Southern Faction who was good at exploring water caves. His surname was Chen Mingjiansheng. He held the position of a middle-level earthworker in the Southern Faction gang. According to his original words, he had already been in this underground river.
I have been living in a cave for six or seven months. Because my skills and water skills are good, I usually rely on catching some river fish, mice and other things to satisfy my hunger.
I asked him again, where are the other people in your gang?
"Dead." He said it lightly.
"Dead! The whole gang is dead? How did they die!"
When I thought that it might be a gangster that I often hear in the industry, I immediately became more vigilant about this person. Sister Hong was unconscious. If I was killed, both of us would die.
Seeing that I looked like I was facing a formidable enemy, the man mocked: "Look at how cowardly you are, you are not afraid of humiliating your northern faction. You don't need to know how you died. It wasn't me who killed me anyway. That's right, kid."
, who is your leader? Tell me your name and let’s hear it.”
After thinking about it, I whispered back: "Our leader's surname is Wang, and his name is Wang Xiansheng. Everyone calls him Wang Boss."
"Wang Xiansheng? Wang Bituou?" He rubbed his head, "I seem to have heard of this person several times."
"Okay, I've introduced myself. What's the name of the leader of you southerners? Wait! Don't tell me yet. I guess it's a man named Zhiguo Chen?"
The fire was still burning, the thunderbolts kept ringing, and the underground river flowed slowly. He lowered his head and said nothing, and both parties fell into silence for a while.
After about five or six minutes, he suddenly raised his head and looked at me, "Have you seen Lao Chen's body?"
I nodded, "Yes, I've seen it. It's in the coffin, but the body has started to rot. There's no good meat."
After listening to my words, the man said with red eyes: "Botou Chen, you have been persisting for so long, I didn't expect that in the end..."
"My condolences," I said casually.
"Hey, by the way, you just said you have been here for six or seven months? What's going on? Could it be that you can't find a way out? No way."
"The way out?" He looked at me and sneered: "You think I didn't find it? The space under the Western Zhou Dynasty tomb was completely intentional by the tomb owner, just like the tomb owner's private back garden. Okay, boy, let's go
, take this girl with you, if you don’t give up, I will take you to have a look, and you will know when you get there.”
So, I put Sister Hong on my back again and continued walking forward with this man.
The man didn't answer me directly about some of his words, but I made some guesses as we walked away.
The old face of yellow cypress and the scent of strange nan can make people hallucinate. The reason why we are fine is because we wake up quickly, and it is all because of the medicinal powder that the third brother begged from friends in the world.
If you think so, did this group of southern tomb robbers also have hallucinations, and because they didn’t have that kind of powder, they ended up killing each other? Sometimes this person is crazy and imitates others, and sometimes he is normal. Is it because of hallucinations?
The sequelae?
Of course, these are all my conjectures. If the person concerned is unwilling to inform me, there are some details that I cannot completely guess.
After walking along this underground river for about an hour, the river ahead suddenly split into two and there was a fork in the road. A small river flowed eastward, and a small river flowed westward. The middle was a dead end, impassable, and full of stones.
"How's it going? Did you notice it when you came here?" He suddenly turned around and asked me.
I looked at the scene in front of me and frowned: "This Western Zhou Dynasty tomb also has the same structure. Overall, it has a T-shape, which is basically consistent with the flow direction of this underground river."
He clapped his hands and praised: "You guys are quite discerning. Yes, the Feng Shui layout of the tombs above and below was actually made intentionally by the owner of the tomb. This is the hidden dragon vein under the Moth Mountain. At the same time, there are thousands of caves under the cave.
It has been dark and damp for hundreds of years without seeing the light of day. Over time, it has become what Feng Shui masters call a wet and shaded place.
"I think it's most likely that the owner of this tomb wants to live a new life relying on the nourishment of the Dragon Vein Moisty Shade Ground." He was talking to himself as he led me the way.
The more I listened behind him, the more surprised I became. My heart was pounding, for fear that what he said was true.
After a person dies and before being buried, hair and nails continue to grow. This situation is relatively common, and I believe many people have heard of it. However, some people spread rumors and spread the word zombies over time.
However, the zombies are completely different from zombies. The jumping zombies were randomly shot in Hong Kong movies in the early years. In comparison, the zombies are more evil.
As far as I know, the corpse in the shade, the wet shade ground, and the corpse will not transform all refer to the same thing. There are detailed original text records in the Tang and Song editions of the Burial Scriptures.
"Yin nourishes the corpse, and it is divided into dry and wet. First, if it is dry for a long time, the hair will regenerate. If the mouth of the corpse is opened half an inch, it will cause trouble to the clan of three generations. If the mouth of the corpse is opened one inch, it will cause trouble to the clan of the sixth generation. If the mouth of the corpse is opened three inches, it will cause trouble to the clan of the sixth generation.
Descendants will die. Secondly, if dampness and yin are present with your back against the Yin Mountain, your head resting in the yin direction, and your feet stepping on the yin ground, it is a great evil. Once you discover it, keep away from strangers and leave your husband alone. I hope that future generations will keep it in mind."
This is the original text in the old version of the Burial Scripture.
"What? Are you scared?" the man said to me with side eyes.
"Not afraid! What am I afraid of?" I looked at him and said decisively: "It's just dead people. They were all made up by ancient people. I'm not afraid at all!"
"Well, okay, you are quite brave," he said and continued to lead the way without looking back.
