Zhang Meng's heart was a little confused, and his expression was struggling. In all fairness, he really wanted to continue the investigation, this was the best opportunity to learn about the uncle's secrets, and if he wanted to find clues after he returned, it was tantamount to a fool's dream.

But thinking of the old man's hideous expression, Zhang Meng didn't have to guess to know what should be in it, this thing can make Zhang Shaoye so scared, and it is not easy to get along. If there is really something wrong in it, wouldn't the people around him be killed by themselves in vain?

"Ah Meng, don't think about us, we haven't seen anything before the old man who has stepped into the loess with half a foot, Lord Yama wants to invite us away, and you have to ask your third uncle's gun if he agrees!"

Zhao San seemed to see Zhang Meng's inner struggle, he rubbed Zhang Meng's head with a smile, and sighed in his heart that this stinky boy was fortunate not to be blinded by Zhang Shaoye's death, and rushed forward.

Needless to say, the sick ghost and Chen Cripple naturally went to see that if Zhang Meng went to the tomb of King Guangchuan, they would definitely be together, and Fu Bo also nodded at Zhang Meng, signaling that he was fine.

"Then we will set off tomorrow with Laizi and lift the big hole of King Guangchuan to see what clues my father is looking for!" Zhang Meng was arrogant.

"Don't worry, there should be a lot of things in this village, since we have decided to go, then we must be ready, otherwise this trip will be in vain, maybe this old bone will have to be in it." Zhao San said angrily.

"Third uncle, didn't we prepare two big bags of things?"

"That little thing is enough for bullshit, who is this King of Guangchuan? A prince and king came to make a living as a tomb robber, and there is no one before or after. This person can almost be regarded as the ancestor of the tomb robbery, the life chart of the tomb mechanism in the north and south, this person is almost proficient in everything, and when the time comes, he will give you a killing game or two, if he is not prepared, we don't even want to have bones left! ”

"So powerful?"

Zhang Meng stuck out his tongue, when he turned over the pit in Hong Kong, he was almost invincible, and he did it by dividing five by two, and he never encountered any danger.

"Nonsense! What do you think? At that time, the 'six doors' dispatched about thirty or forty people to touch Wu Sizheng's tomb, and they didn't even see the main tomb, and the manpower was lost eighty percent. You know, a well-designed tomb complex can't even enter an army, let alone us craftsmen. ”

Zhao San shook his head and said, of course, in order to deter Zhang Meng, he still exaggerated a lot.

"We went along the river this time, we don't know anything about what is inside, so naturally we have to prepare all the things, we left too many things in Devil's Mountain when we came, but fortunately, there are many compressed biscuits, which should be enough for us this time." The sick man said softly.

When a few people were talking, the twilight gradually became thicker, Zhang Meng looked at his watch, and it was almost twelve o'clock. The night in the mountains is still a little cold, but fortunately there is a stove, Chen lame picked up some firewood and burned it, Zhao San also turned out a dirty straw mat from the house, wiped it casually, and a few people lay down around the stove, but it was not very cold.

This sleep was very restless, Zhang Meng seemed to be in a daze when he heard someone roaring in the distance, the sound was not like a human voice, but like the howl of a wild beast.

"Mom, what is this?"

When Zhang Meng was in a daze, he suddenly woke up Fu Bo with a shrill howl. As soon as Zhang Meng opened his eyes, he saw a row of bloody animal carcasses stuck in bamboo poles on the opposite bank, and seven or eight people with grimace masks were dancing strangely!

Zhang Meng's sleepiness was driven away at once, who would never want to sleep again when he saw such a strange scene when he was in a daze.

Zhang Meng hurriedly kicked Zhao San and them awake, Zhao San's eyes were hazy, and he said in a daze.

"I saw it just now, it's not interesting......" After saying this, he turned his head and continued to sleep.

Zhang Meng had no choice but to wake up Lai Zi: "Brother Lai Zi, how can you sing a big drama opposite your house in the middle of the night, this still doesn't let people sleep." ”

Lai Zi was drunk early in the morning, and now he is eight or nine minutes sober, and his spirit is still relatively vigorous, he looked at Zhang Meng and Fu Bo's frightened pale faces, and couldn't help but smile and said.

"This is not made by those dead old men, they have to come to worship the river god in the middle of the night, and they used to ask us to go all, but since the old man beat the king to death, they don't dare to make trouble!"

"Do you worship every year on the bank of the river opposite? That's too bad, isn't it? ”

"Hehe, there's no way, who let me give this house from the village, and I can only eat it if I am dissatisfied." Laizi smiled, and didn't seem to be disgusted by this.

"Sacrifice the sun at the altar, sacrifice the moon at the can. This midnight sacrifice is not auspicious! ”

Chen Cripple didn't know when he woke up, looking at the old men who were screaming and jumping on the ground, he suddenly said something inexplicable.

Zhang Meng's heart moved, the sentence that Chen Cripple just said was a more commonly used sentence in "The Book of Rites, Sacrifices": "Sacrifice to the moon in Kan" is to say that the sacrifice is made by the river in the middle of the night, this book records the rumors of water burial sacrifices throughout the Spring and Autumn Period, these people are not so much worshiping the river god, but worshipping the ancestors.

It seems that the scope can be narrowed a lot this time, so his father gave him an inexplicable map, according to the customs of these people, Liu Qu's tomb is a water burial nine times out of ten, so the scope of their search will be greatly reduced.

Zhang Meng looked a little happy, and when Chen Cripple saw that Zhang Meng understood, he also nodded slightly, seemingly very satisfied. This kid is not bad except for the fact that he often has a lack of tendons in his head.

Disturbed by such a sacrifice, Zhang Meng didn't feel sleepy, and chatted with Laizi and Chen Cripple, and soon the sky was bright, and from time to time someone passed by Laizi's door.

"Brother Laizi, why did the people in the village get up so early?" Zhang Meng asked strangely.

"There are few supplies in the village, and I only go to the market once a month to buy things, how can there be so much kerosene to light the lamp, and I hug my wife to sleep after eating."

After a while, Zhao San and the sick ghost also got up. After discussing it, a few people decided to let Zhao San and Chen Cripple follow Lai Zi to find some medicine in the village, and by the way, see if they can get a few guns. When they came, they brought two shotguns, but they were lost in the water, and now they don't have a gun, if they encounter any thousand-year-old kings and eighty-thousand-year-old zongzi, those people don't even have a weapon to defend themselves. Especially Zhao San, who didn't touch the gun for a day, he felt uncomfortable, and he didn't feel safe.

I went for most of the day, Zhang Meng and the sick ghost were really bored, and finally found a dusty fishing rod from Lai Zi's house, Zhang Meng happily touched a few earthworms and started fishing.

After waiting for a long time, the rod did not move at all.

"Fauber, is this river a dead river, why haven't you even seen a loach?"

"Probably not, this river is so clear, it doesn't look like a dead river, is it the wrong way you fish?"

"I'm in Hong Kong, and fishing for a quasi, a few pounds of bass, just like playing." Zhang Meng said with a big grin.

The sick ghost showed a rare smile: "Ah Meng, fishing in the fish pond and fishing in the river are two different things, this wild fish thief is very good, if you shake the rod too hard, no matter how fragrant the bait is, they won't bite it......"

"There's movement, there's movement!"

Zhang Meng's hand sank suddenly, and he hurriedly pulled the bamboo pole up.

"That's at least two or three pounds!"

When the rod was pulled out of the water, Zhang Meng and the others were all startled.

A bloody dog's head was hooked on the hook, and I don't know what fish bit off two eyeballs, the dog's eyes were hollow, and it looked a little miserable.