"Don't worry, the exit and entrance are not in the same place.
Back then, your grandpa and I lived in Dixian Village for a while, so we were quite familiar with the place."
The two crawled in the corridor for half an hour before they saw the exit. Shancha climbed out and saw an underground village appearing in front of them, with about two hundred households.
The entire village is made up of wooden houses. The strange thing is that these wooden boards have been buried underground for so many years and there is no sign of decay at all.
Standing at the entrance of the village, I saw rows of graves surrounding the village from a distance, and a dark path running through the cemetery, like a giant python coiling on the ground.
Next to the cemetery, there is an independent old courtyard, surrounded by deserted black land without any human habitation.
Just as Shancha was about to enter the village, a one-armed middle-aged man opened the courtyard door and walked out. They were stunned for a moment when they saw Shancha, "Who are you looking for?"
"Is it Chu Rong?"
The man looked at Qiu Shuiyue, "Do you know me?"
"I am Aunt Qiu, do you still remember?"
The man took a few steps forward quickly and said, "Aunt Qiu, I was still thinking of visiting you. Mulin hasn't been here for ten years. Did something happen to him?"
Hearing Chu Rong mention Mulin, Qiu Shuiyue's eyes turned red, and she tried hard not to cry, "Chu Rong, we will talk about these things later. Our Shan family has suffered a disaster and we want to hide in Dixian Village for a while...!"
"Follow me!" Before Qiu Shuiyue could finish her words, Chu Rong led the two of them into the village.
After walking for four or five minutes, we arrived at a dilapidated old house. The door was ajar, and Chu Rong walked in first.
As soon as the door of the main room was opened, a chill hit his face, and Shancha shrank his neck. The room was fully furnished, and even a stove was not missing. If it weren't for the extra coffin, it would have looked like an ordinary farmer's house.
The room was already dark, and there was a coffin placed there, which made people's scalp numb and the coldness running up from the soles of their feet uncontrollably.
When he pushed open the door to the east room, he saw a scene in front of him that almost made Shancha scream out in fright. There were three people hanging from the beams, each with a pale face and tongues hanging out several inches long.
Because there were holes in the window, wind blew in from time to time, and the three people were floating on the rope. If it weren't for the scary shape, one would have thought they were swinging.
As if Chu Rong didn't see the three hanging people, he took out three sticks of incense and put them in an incense bowl.
"puff!"
The three sticks of incense stuck in the incense bowl suddenly emitted green smoke. Chu Rong's hand holding the match shook, and then he shouted angrily, "Grandma, Grandma, Dad, if you dare to make trouble again, I will
I will cremate you."
As soon as these words were finished, the three incense sticks lit up at the same time and began to burn rapidly. In a few seconds, most of the three long incense sticks were burned.
Seeing this scene, Shancha was so frightened that she took a few steps back. Before she could ask, she felt someone scratching her back, "Oh, my mother, what the hell is all this?"
"How do you talk?"
Hearing eerie voices coming from behind, Shancha turned around and saw a mummy sitting up in the coffin.
Before Shancha could make a move, Chu Rong jumped, "Auntie, this is Mulin's daughter, why are you trying to scare her?"
Ganji actually chuckled, "I haven't seen a living person in more than ten years, doesn't this look fresh?"
"Grandma!"
"Don't be afraid!" Qiu Shuiyue patted Shancha on the shoulder, "Dixian Village is the cemetery of King Chu Huan of Chu.
The ancestor of the Chu family was Chu Huan's deputy general. After Chu Huan's death, the Chu family became the tombkeepers.
When it comes to your Uncle Chu generation, he is the only one left in the Chu family, but he is injured and cannot have any heirs.
If he dies again, there will be no one to guard the tomb anymore, so your grandfather will refine the Chu family into living corpses, so that even if he dies, he can continue to guard the tomb."
While the two people were talking, the three people who had hanged themselves jumped down from the rafters, and the people in the coffin also climbed out.
The four people acted as if nothing was wrong, found three candles, lit them, and began to tidy up the room.
Shancha smiled and greeted several people, wanting to help, but was stopped by Chu Rong's grandma, "Come and sit on the kang, you are still pregnant with a baby!"
"Grandma Chu, I'm not tired!"
"We are sitting here even if we are not tired. We are so idle that we feel uncomfortable all over. We only have so much work in total, so please don't try to snatch it away.
If you feel uncomfortable with your free time, go and offer incense to the King of Chu, and don't let him choose the etiquette."
"good!"
Shancha responded, dug out some fragrant wax from the package, opened the door and walked out. After walking for more than ten minutes, he came to an ancient tomb.
Seeing the tombstone written "Chu Huan's Tomb", he lit a handful of incense and placed it in the incense burner in front of the tomb.
The cemetery was deathly silent, so quiet that even his own breathing seemed particularly clear. Shancha sat down on the rock in front of the grave, looking at the few wisps of smoke, but his mind was empty.
I don't know how long it took, but Shancha fell asleep in a daze.
What I dreamed about this time was not Grandpa, but a woman in red, standing on the top of a mountain that reached the top of the clouds. She closed her eyes, opened her arms, raised her head to the sky, raised the corners of her mouth, and suddenly looked towards the depths of the sky.
Jumped off the bottom of the cliff.
The moment the woman jumped down, there was lightning and thunder, and dark clouds surged down the cliff.
"Youtea!"
A cry of sorrow resounded through the sky!
Shancha woke up suddenly, opened her eyes and met a pair of narrow eyes.
Those eyes stared at her motionless, full of disgust and contempt.
The man was wearing a blue robe, with sharp eyebrows and sharp facial features. He was a handsome man, but his eyes were particularly cold.
There is a noble aura all over his body. No need to say anything, just stand there and you will be a king.
Having had two failed relationships, Shancha was a bit perverted in her heart. She would get angry when she saw a handsome man, not to mention that this man stared at her with contempt, "What are you looking at? If you dare to look at my aunt again, I will blind you."
Step on.”
The man frowned and pointed to the incense in the incense burner. Why did you come to burn incense in front of my tomb? Why did you cry in front of my tomb?
Were you my king's concubine in your previous life?" After the man finished speaking, he glanced at Shan Cha's belly and said, "Now that you have been reincarnated and married, don't miss me anymore."
Looking at this slender face, Shancha felt angry in his heart. He stood up, pointed at the man's nose and cursed, "You are so fucking nosy. I won't marry someone who has an affair with you."
Relationship? My aunt can go and burn incense wherever she likes. Do you care about that?
If you dare to say any nonsense again, my aunt will scratch your pretty face."
"It's unreasonable, leave quickly!" The man's voice was full of energy, carrying a sense of oppression that could not be ignored, but it did not suppress Shancha's momentum.
Shancha puffed up her chest and said, "My aunt likes to stay here, do you care?"