"Is this human skin drum missing?" Zhang Meng said.

"Yes!" The sick ghost nodded: "Legend has it that only by beating this human skin drum and dancing the palace maid can master the rhythm of the ghost's dancing, otherwise the dance will be like a god." At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, the human skin drum was also a high-level secret in the imperial palace, even more important than military secrets. The method of making the zuò human skin drum was instructed by a famous Taoist priest at that time, and the most important thing about this kind of human skin drum was to collect the virgins of the nine-character all-yin, or the boys of the nine-character all-yang......"

When the sick ghost said this, he suddenly asked, "Ah Meng, do you know what three kinds of fortune tellers dare not count?" ”

"The people who have nine characters and all yang and nine characters are all yin, and the remaining one is himself." Zhang Meng thought about it and said with some uncertainty.

In fact, when Shui Yuexuan was the shopkeeper, these people of three religions and nine streams could often be seen, and there were not a few fortune tellers who went to shop for goods, but Zhang Meng heard some taboos in this regard.

"That's right, Feng Shui physiognomy can change his life against the sky, but he is only afraid of these three kinds of people. This kind of all-yin and all-yang boys and girls are said to be able to communicate yin and yang, and their eyes can see those dirty things that ordinary people can't see. At that time, there was a very strange child in our village, he was born without crying or laughing, and his face was as white as paper, completely different from other children. One day, there was a sacrifice in the village, and the whole village was there. He suddenly shouted: The patriarch is going to die tonight! The whole village was furious when they heard this bad thing, but in the end, seeing that he was a child, they didn't care about anything, but only forbade him to go out of the house for a week. ”

"As you should have guessed, that night, the patriarch really hanged himself, and his tongue dragged half a meter long! The whole village gathered together, saying that this little child was a disaster star, and they wanted to burn him to death, our patriarch was only less than fifty years old at that time, and not long after taking over the position of the old patriarch, no one expected him to leave so suddenly, so the anger was sprinkled on that little child. The child's tendons and tendons were broken, and then thrown outside the village to feed the wolf, I will never forget the resentful eyes of the child in the pool of blood at that time! No, that's definitely not the look of a child! ”

"And then, did anything happen to that kid?" Zhang Meng asked nervously.

"The next day, everyone found a pool of blood outside the village, and the bones of the child's body were not found, and he left a big 'swastika' on the ground, which represents the devil, but it was just a child, and no one cared."

"A month later, I suddenly heard a dull drum beat, which seemed to fall on my chest, as if it were beating right next to me. I was very dizzy, at that time I seemed to see my dead parents, and when I barely went out, what frightened me was that the streets were full of faceless faces, and the whole face was like a cardboard box, flat, and looking at their clothes, it was clear that the villagers had died a long time ago. I tried to run, but the lonely ghosts surrounded me and grabbed me by the neck with their long fingernails......"

Zhang Meng's body chilled a little when he heard this: "This drum can't be made by that person's skin drum, right?" ”

"I didn't know, but when I woke up, I realized it was a dream. Everyone in the village had the same dream, and from then on, every night we would be silent in this dream, and finally someone was overwhelmed and committed suicide, in just one week, eight people committed suicide in order to escape the nightmare, and the coffins were lined up from the head of the village to the end of the village, and the houses were hung with white lanterns and green couplets. I was terrified, too, and my aunt took me out of the village a week later. When we spent the night in the woods, we saw an old man with red skin carrying a man's head on his back, beating the drum in front of him. ”

I looked closely, and the head was the child, and the old man looked at us, and he said a few words to the head, and then he didn't pay any more attention to us. A year later, by the time I went back again, the village had become a different place, and the people who stayed in the village had either committed suicide or had lost their nerves, and it was a barren ......."

Zhang Meng felt furious when she heard this, and the sick ghost seemed to be immersed in that past, and her face was very ugly.

"All of us tomb robbers were bold and emboldened. But there are a few things that the seniors who know water dare not touch. The first is those ancient curses, such as tombs with mysterious religious rituals, which usually involve some witchcraft, and if this kind of thing is entangled, it is basically ten deaths. The second is something particularly unlucky, and this human skin drum is one of them. ”

Speaking of this, the sick ghost put on a stern expression: "Ah Meng, listen to my advice, whether this drum is a human skin drum or not, don't touch it." ”

"Hmm!"

Zhang Meng nodded hurriedly, who has nothing to provoke such an evil thing, isn't this the rhythm of playing a flashlight next to the dung pit - looking for death?

The sick man breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw these people's skin drums, he recalled the most terrifying memories of his childhood.

This feeling is actually very shocking, once you turn the page of your previous memory, especially the things that have been hidden for a long time, this feeling of fear will involuntarily spread throughout your body. The sick ghost only found out at this time, and at some point, his back was completely soaked.

"Alas, when people get old, even their courage has become like that of a mouse."

Thinking of the pride of going south and north back then, the sick ghost couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Uncle Cripple, what are you doing?"

Zhang Meng found that Chen Cripple was gesturing on the stone platform, knocking here and there with a folding shovel, as if he was probing something.

"I'm going to see if there are any traps around here, we've lost too much. Ah Meng, didn't you notice that the traps in the tomb of King Guangchuan are basically flip-plate? ”

Zhang Meng thought for a while, and this was indeed the case.

They were in the cave, and they were able to enter the cemetery only when they stepped under the coffin. And the lever-like switch they encountered in the cemetery passage also seemed to be of this type.

Chen Cripple seems to have his own set of methods for investigating these traps, which makes Zhang Meng breathtaking. He drew the general route on the ground with a folding shovel, tried to touch each stone slab, and found nothing out of the ordinary before moving on.

"Your lame uncle, when you used to fight, you were in the engineer company, and those eyes are the same as night owls, and no mines buried in the ground can escape his eyes."

He said with a smile that Chen Cripple's housekeeping skills had saved them many times back then.

At every dead end of the forward route, Chen Cripple would carefully probe it, and then move forward slowly.

Zhang Meng waited too long and felt a little impatient, he wanted to help but was bombarded by Chen Cripple.

"Go and talk to your ghost uncle, don't come to mischief!"

Zhang Meng sat down again, but thinking that he might help more and more, he didn't speak.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard a hurried voice from Chen's lame.

"Come here, there's a situation!"