The bald head went down the hole, and there was no movement. Although it is the height www.biquge.info of summer, the breeze blows in the second half of the night, and it is still cold. The point is that the wind blows to the entrance of the cave, merges with the wind that runs through the hole, and becomes a whirlwind, which circles me and the mouth of the cave, and the stench surrounds me for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, almost an hour, there was still no movement in the cave, I lay at the entrance of the cave, shouted a few times, my voice was soft, snaked down the thief hole, disappeared at the end of the darkness, still no response. I shivered with cold, so I went under the tree to get my coat from my backpack, and just a few steps later, the rope at my feet slid quickly into the hole. Although the other end of the rope was tied to the tree, I subconsciously stretched out my foot to step on the rope, and a huge force came from under my feet, and I stumbled a few steps and fell in front of the hole.

I grabbed the rope with both hands, my face facing the hole, and was glad that the rope had not slipped off, when I suddenly noticed that there was a pair of blood-red eyes in the dark hole, flickering, staring at me. I had a hundred reasons to throw away the rope and run away, but my legs were like lead, and I couldn't move numbly. I thought about playing dead, lighting a fire, biting my tongue and spurting blood, but in the end I chose to look at each other, staring at each other intently. But I had to endure the slow approach of the eyes, and I had to endure the growing stench of the eyes.

The rope in my hand flicked violently, and the red eyes jumped out of the hole, and I finally saw its whole picture, the whole body was yellowish gray, the body was long, the body was long, there was a long tail, the movement was fast, and the landing was silent. It was beside me, staring at me for a moment, and ran into the night. I know it's a weasel coming up, but I've never seen it that big. After that, seven or eight came out one after another, only to see Fang Mojin and a few of them come up, with a depressed face.

"True mother's bad luck, the tomb has been stolen, and only some tattered ones remain," Fang touched the golden edge and said as he opened the sack he was carrying with a few people. It was full of broken porcelain and pottery, broken mirrors, several large strings of rusted copper coins, and a half-cut fragmented monument. Complete, there are more than a dozen pieces, all of them are grotesque glazed statues, very similar to Tang Sancai, but the appearance is not horses, camels, these common things, the glaze color is also a single blue and white. I picked up a clay sculpture with three heads on it, because it was exactly the same as the weasel I had just seen, except for the three heads.

Fang Mojin came over and said to me: "Brother a few little back, walked an empty tomb, these terracotta figurines are like the Tang Dynasty, should be valuable, Shijie brothers come all the way, you can't run in vain, you pick seven pieces to go, count you 40,000 yuan, how about it?" Looking at these three weasels, it also stared at six small eyes, looking at me from different angles, my brain seemed to be occupied by it, just thinking about please go home, I have to go home. I threw down 40,000 yuan, put these things in my suitcase, and went back to Beijing.

After arriving in Beijing, I took these things all over Panjiayuan and Liulichang, which could be taken out for people to see, but they could startle people, but there was no bid. Sincerely asked, people said, this thing is a tomb beast, thousands of years in the tomb, the heaviest yin, very evil, no matter how much you like it, no one dares to take it in the family, the family is ruined, you take it out and buy it, isn't it unhappy for others to die? But I really felt sorry for the 40,000 yuan, so I stuffed it under the bed.

But in the days that followed, I finally felt the presence of this evil spirit, so much so that when I slept in bed, I could feel the three weasels staring at my back. Soon, I got involved in a bookseller's lawsuit, and I couldn't hide from it. For the bookseller's deposit of 30,000 yuan, He Zhu and Chao had an unpleasant quarrel, several manuscripts were stopped indefinitely, and Li Chan also had an indescribable estrangement, and he finally understood what a nervous breakdown was, and he couldn't sleep all night, but he didn't think about anything, so blank, day for a while, night for a while. A few days after I returned to the courtyard in Beijing, on a sunny day, there was a thunderstorm, which shook the jujubes, and there was an extra dead thing in the tank, which looked so rotten that I couldn't see it, but the smell was too familiar, and I knew what it was.

I went to Dahuaishu Village, Jinnan, Shanxi Province with Li Chan in such a situation, and I originally wanted to stay away from the three-headed statue, it would always be better, but who would have thought that the previous thing was just a beginning, an appetizer.