"I'm cǎo, it's a big deal!"

Zhao San grabbed the package almost without thinking and threw it over when the ship was about to dock.

He grabbed Zhang Meng in a daze and asked Zhang Meng to jump to the riverbank quickly, Zhao San and the sick ghost also jumped to the riverbank like a ghost, although Lai Zi had a question mark on his head, but he still had the eye to observe words and colors, and he read panic and fear in the eyes of the sick ghost!

The sick ghost came all the way, almost all with a straight face, such a gaffe expression, it means that something big must have happened, Laizi hesitated, and jumped to the shore.

"What's wrong, Uncle Ghost?"

Zhang Meng felt that his brain cells were a little insufficient at the moment, and now when he went ashore, looking at the thatch that grew almost to his waist, he wanted to cry without tears.

Without the boat, what is the next step? Although Zhao San didn't speak, his face was also a little puzzled.

"Just look at the boat."

Zhang Meng stared at their ship deadly, and after about ten seconds, the ship suddenly disappeared out of thin air in front of him!

A chill rushed over his head, what was going on? It's broad daylight, haunted, and can't be.

"What a terrifying trap, this fucking design of this trap must be a desperate child!" Lai Zi was sweating profusely, and he didn't care about the lush thatch around him, and sat down on the ground with a few random pulls, with an expression of the rest of his life.

"How did this ship disappear?"

Zhang Meng asked anxiously, he still hadn't figured out how the ship had disappeared.

"There's a trap there, a hole was dug in the middle of this river, if it weren't for your ghost uncle to find out quickly, I'm afraid we'd be in that hole now."

Zhao San's face was very bad, who would have thought that a river would be hollowed out in the middle, and there were water sources on both sides, looking at it from a distance, at most he could see a little black shadow, at most he thought it was a reef or something.

Thinking that several of them had walked around from the side of death, Zhao San really wanted to hug the sick ghost and kiss him a few times.

"Third uncle, it's good that you listen to Uncle Ghost, otherwise we will all become ghosts who fall to death now."

Zhang Meng was also afraid for a while, the sick ghost and Zhao San have cooperated for so many years, and the two of them have already done what they say, if they delay for half a minute, I'm afraid they won't be able to leave.

"Be careful!"

Laizi suddenly screamed, his right hand moved like lightning, and a pale yellow slender spotted snake fell into his hand, the head of the snake was tightly pinched by Laizi, and the snake's tail writhed wildly, as if trying to break free.

With a flick of his hand, Lai Zi threw the snake far away.

"This thing is more poisonous than a cobra, and if I had bitten it just now, I'm afraid I'd have to cut off one of your hands." Laizi said with a smile.

Zhang Meng, who had just sat down, jumped up like a burning buttocks, which didn't let people live.

"What now?"

Originally, they had hoped that following this ghost ship would be able to find Chen Cripple and them, and then move on to the next step, but now they couldn't find anyone, and the only tool they used to travel was gone.

Zhang Meng really had a headache, he took a closer look around, but found that almost all around him were that kind of towering giant trees, the trunk of which could only be picked up by two people, and it would take several days for this kind of giant tree to be cut down, let alone make a boat, I am afraid that the ship will not be able to do it when they starve to death.

"Sir, build a fire, think about it again!"

Zhao San couldn't come up with a good idea for a while, and after looking at it, the sky was a little dark, so let's deal with it here.

Soon, a bonfire was lit, but there were only four people, and it was clear that the atmosphere was quite quiet.

"I said, brother, can you show me that map?"

Lai Zi was idle and bored, but he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, and leaned over to ask Zhang Meng.

"Maps?"

"It's the one you showed the old man in the morning."

A flash of vigilance flashed in Zhang Meng's eyes, but he soon became a little depressed, and now he still keeps a bullshit secret, and it is difficult to leave. Seeing that Zhao San did not refuse, Zhang Meng handed the paper with the map to Lai Zi.

By the light of the fire, Lai Zi looked at the map with a stern expression, and constantly compared it with the branches of the tree, looking much more professional than Zhao San.

Zhang Meng ate a compressed biscuit, chewing it horizontally and vertically, it was not the taste, he spit it out, and was about to take a sleeping bag to sleep, just wanted to turn his head and say hello to Zhao San, but saw that Lai Zi's face became as hideous as a ghost, Zhang Meng looked a little scared, where had he ever seen Lai Zi with such a look.

"Where did you get this map?"

Lai Zi almost grabbed Zhang Meng's clothes and roared, Zhao San's face changed, and he was about to touch the fire gun on his waist.

"It's over, it's over!"

Lai Zi sat on the ground depressed, the expression on his face was very gloomy, he sometimes gritted his teeth, sometimes hung his head, and Zhang Meng was shocked and frightened.

"If I say anything about Brother Laizi, you can just say it, and the big guy can discuss it." Zhao San saw that there was something wrong with Lai Ziqing, and he also asked coldly.

"Well, have you seen this map?"

Laizi was silent for a moment, and finally spoke up.

"Of course I've seen it, I've studied it more than a hundred times!" Zhang Meng said strangely, could it be that there is some mystery in this map.

Lai Zi shook his head, this map looks like this, Lai Zi took out a small blackened branch, connected a few dots on the paper, and then asked Zhang Meng and them to take a closer look.

Zhang Meng looked at it, a pattern composed of lines appeared in front of them vividly, Zhang Meng felt that the muscles on his face were a little out of his control, and he trembled a few times, looking at Zhao San and the sick ghost, their faces were not very good.

On that screen, there is a living tombstone, and this map is a tomb-like shape!

"Damn, it can't be like this, is it? True Evil Gate. Zhao San shuddered.

"It's a dead burial!"

"Dead and buried?" Zhang Meng never seemed to have heard this term.

"I also learned from my master that there are few such tombs in the country now, this kind of grave pit, there are many murderous inside, unless you fill it with human life, don't want to dig out ugly people. Wang Zanghai has heard of this person, right? It can also be regarded as the ancestor of the tomb feng shui, once a foreign expedition group, plus a huge team in China, a total of more than 30 people, in Henan The whole army was wiped out, and there were three lucky escapes, who died unexpectedly one after another a month later! ”

"Could it be that the tomb of Wang Zanghai is a dead burial?" Zhang Meng asked a little nervously. Wang Zanghai, formerly known as Wuzhong, was called Wang Zanghai before he was three years old, and was an architect and feng shui master of the Ming Dynasty, who participated in the design and construction of the Ming Ancestral Mausoleum and other buildings. He designed and built Ming Palace, Qujing City and other Ming Dynasty city buildings, and is said to have been to Macao. He was a famous geographer in the early Ming Dynasty, won the trust of Zhu Yuanzhang, and participated in the construction of the Ming ancestral mausoleum.

This kind of character is also absolutely extraordinary in his own tomb design.

"Hmmm! This kind of burial is full of murderous machines, but this kind of burial is too hurtful and peaceful, and it will lead future generations to suffer, so we rarely see the appearance of dead burials. ”

Zhang Meng and Zhao San listened to everything in the clouds, as if they were listening to a fantasy novel, looking at Zhang Meng with a curious face, Lai Zi couldn't help but sigh: Those who don't know, Fu Ye!

"Well, I've seen some records in the Devil's Mountain Range, and several mass graves have been dug in it, but there is no record of the Anti-Japanese War here, so these bones must have been left before, and it is very likely that they were all killed after the construction of this tomb."

Lai Zi also knew that Zhang Meng's knowledge of this area could not be called half a bucket of water, so he still patiently explained.

"Uh-huh, and then."

Then, the wisdom of man is naturally endless, and everyone who builds the mausoleum naturally knows that they will not escape death after the construction is completed, so when they excavate, they will secretly dig a passage to escape, and when it is about to be completed, they will leave the mausoleum unconsciously. Later, the owner of the tomb was afraid of revealing the secret of his mausoleum, so he simply set up a lot of mechanisms within a radius of several thousand meters, and all the river water was poisoned, anyway, these people must be killed! ”

Zhang Meng seemed to remember something, and his face turned a little pale.

"You're saying we're in the realm of death and burial right now?"

"Well, although a long time has passed, and some of the mechanisms that imply killing have failed, it is difficult to keep some mechanisms that can still be used......" Lai Zi said coldly.

Hearing this, Zhao San and the sick ghost's faces also changed greatly.

The rats that litter the mountains, the traps hidden in the whirlpool, and the ghost ship laden with corpses are all a sign of the murder here!