(After recuperation, the coder returns)

Time flies, we have been in Qinjiawu for half a month, during this time the little Taoist priest got up early and practiced his skills greedily, and I like to study ancient architecture, Baocai, Chen Yu and Bajian in order to relieve boredom, actually made two decks of playing cards with thin wood, they took Xiao Ba to play, but these two fools were cheated by Xiao Ba to get a lot of money. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and then continued, the treasure who loves money like life said that he didn't want to play with Xiaoba, this day Xiaoba was interested, and he had to pull me and Chen Yu to fight, just when I was too late to surrender, Ah Ge and Atai, who had not been seen for a long time, finally appeared, holding a few rolls of yellowed sheepskin in his hand, which were sealed with red mud.

"What's that?" Chen Yu didn't want to play with Xiaoba for a long time, seeing that the savior was coming, his eyes lit up, and he was busy pushing the wooden card away.

Ah Ge looked at the parchment scroll in his hand with a smile and said, "The mission I said last time was ...... from outside" He paused, with a certain mystery in his tone: "But this task is sealed with mud, and it may not be as simple as previously said." ”

Hearing Ah Ge's words, the ominous pre-cold came to mind, and a few days ago, I heard Liu Pang, who went out on a mission, say that the tasks in Kinmen are divided into levels and sizes, and the mission books generally received are actually information about the ancient tombs obtained by the spies ahead. According to the size of the tomb and the degree of danger, the spies will use mud sealing to indicate that the more mud sealing, the more dangerous and complex the task. I remember that at that time, Liu Pang and the eighth year took the parchment scroll with five sealing mud, and the highest-level tomb was actually a red clay seal, on which a colored bird feather would be inserted, this kind of task was generally to touch the top ten people in the Golden Gate, such as: Old Ancestor, Qin Erye, the late Luo Laosan, Ding Wu, Liu Siniang...... Thinking of this, I looked at the mud seal blocked in Ah Ge's hand uneasily, and asked worriedly, "How many mud seals do we have?"

Ah Ge pulled ours out of a few rolls of sheepskin, stretched out his hand and gestured, "Five ......"

Hearing this, my face froze, and he seemed to have expected a shocked reaction from us, so there was a feeling of schadenfreude.

Bao Cai was disturbed by the word "five" at this moment, and he asked eagerly, "What does that mean?"

The fat man Atai interjected: "This ...... This means that the road ahead is dangerous, everyone should be more careful, five mud seals are already considered more dangerous tombs, generally speaking, those who have just started digging tombs start with one or two mud seals, and hand over five at once, which is really too ...... for novices."

Ah Tai is so solid-eyed, but before he finished speaking, Ah Ge coughed "uh-huh", and then snatched the words with a smile: "Seal the mud for a few five people, which means that the directors like you and directly have a difficult task." ”

I know that at this time, Ah Ge wants to motivate us and make us not cowardly in our hearts, but this incentive is completely useless, after all, the danger we have to face has changed from simple to difficult, and this genius is not so transgressive. I forced a smile on my face, and at this moment, the parchment scroll had already reached our hands, weighing, it didn't weigh much, but the breath of all the people present who were going to go out of the task sank with the parchment scroll, because it was a matter of life and death, and this feeling was a bit like getting the college entrance examination paper. In the face of such a heavy burden, the lofty ambition that he had thought of in Loulan and the idea of doing something for the poor people were gone, but all this was destined to be impossible to turn back when the little Taoist priest lifted the sealing mud on the sheepskin scroll. And the information about the ancient tomb on the parchment scroll made us confused and unbelievable, and it was written that the place we were going to on this trip - Watergate Village, Langya Country. This is the clearest information on this parchment, and the other content is recorded in coarse cloth, and then glued to the parchment, and the words written on it are crooked, not intact, like human whispers, but if you read it carefully, it is not difficult to perceive that the person who wrote this seems to have been greatly stimulated, and what is revealed between the lines is not only weird, but also weird.

There was a hint of coolness in the air at night, and everyone was in the small courtyard, and the candlelight was faint, which aggravated the dark and uncertain panic atmosphere in the pavilion. I recited these fragments, slowly pieced them together, perfected them, and finally came up with the words: "Coming, coming...... Those things are at the door, right at the door of the hut...... They had aquatic plants on their heads, water coming out of their long hair, and their eyes staring at me, their right hands were human heads, and in their left hands were sharp knives, the same sharp knives I had killed them...... The human head...... The head is mine...... It's mine...... Not...... I was wrong...... Wrong...... I shouldn't ...... Don't break your promises, don't covet wealth and ......" The last word of the words was a tear cut with a knife, this cloth was already very old and broken, and after the crack, it was still this person's crooked font: "Sin is unforgivable, sin is unforgivable, sin is unforgivable...... These words are a lot, the more they are written, the more messy it becomes, followed by a puddle of dried and diluted bloodstains.

Seeing this, a slight ripple of terror rippled in my heart, and I tried my best to control my fear of these strange words, raised my head to the crowd, and wondered, "What does this have to do with the grave we are going to dig? Is this the confession of a madman?" ”

The little Taoist priest looked at the text carefully and said, "The key to these words is 'breaking the promise' and 'greedy for wealth', and if you solve the mystery, you may be able to find clues to the tomb." ”

Although it was a bit difficult to solve the mystery and find the tomb by yourself, it happened that everyone had nothing to do, so they began to think about these two keys. After thinking about it for a while, Chen Yu frowned, and took the lead in speaking: "Could this be the case? The person who wrote these words said that he broke his promise, so it is possible that he and his partner went to an ancient tomb, and then killed his companion because of lack of greed?

Bajian pinched his chin, "hmm", and then shook his head slightly: "It would be a bit strange to say that this person killed his own companion. Hearing what Ba Jian said, everyone turned their eyes to him, and Ba Jian pointed to a few words on the coarse cloth and said: "'Thatched hut', just ask how many people have swallowed their partners' property and gone to live in thatched huts, isn't that blind killing people and collecting money?"

When Hachi said this, my heart sank, goosebumps all rose, and a strange feeling came to my heart. He was right, if, according to Chen Yu, he killed his companions and took away his belongings, there was really no need to live in a thatched hut, and he wrote these words on such a piece of rotten cloth. And look down, there is a piece of fine silk silk under the glued white cloth, the words on the silk are obviously not from the same person, although this person's handwriting is sloppy, also a little messy and distorted, but it can be seen that his own handwriting is very good, but he revealed less information, only a few words "Xiandao has a tomb", the last gesture of the tomb word was directly drawn out, as if the person who wrote these words suddenly fell down or his hands trembled.

We were bewildered, chanting some kind of mystery under the dim and gloomy candlelight, and for some reason, looking at the mottled and stale cloth and silk silk on the parchment rolls, we suddenly had a gloomy feeling, as if some kind of terror was lingering around us, making people suspicious and nervous.