After pacifying everyone, Zhang Meng took out a waterproof pen and paper from Xiaolou's backpack, and redrew the entire map according to the memory in his mind.

Everyone was not idle, resting when it was time to rest, counting the equipment when it was time to count the equipment, and the fat man and Laizi began to look for the next road.

Zhang Shaotu also took advantage of the time to look at the parchment scroll drawn by Zhang Meng from memory.

"Second uncle, judging from your feng shui numerology, is there anything strange in this parchment scroll?" Seeing that Zhang Shaotu looked carefully, Zhang Meng asked casually.

Zhang Shaotu didn't want to interfere with Zhang Meng's hand-drawing, but after listening to Zhang Meng's question, he thought about it and said: "Although the whole picture doesn't seem to be abnormal, from the perspective of feng shui, the layout on it is a little strange." ”

"What's that weird method?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Remove the previous part of the narrative, just here." As he spoke, Zhang Shaotu pointed his finger to the corner of the parchment roll, and muttered: "Forty or fifty coffins are neatly placed together, and the tombs I have stolen have not been placed in this way." It is usually said that there can only be one tomb owner in a tomb, and there may be wives and concubines to accompany the burial, but there will definitely not be so many coffins on the scale! ”

"Could it be the other undertakers?" Zhang Meng asked.

"No, it won't." Zhang Shaotu shook his head and continued: "This kind of tomb after death is extremely heavy feng shui layout, if there is a foreign corpse, it will definitely rob the tomb owner of the yin virtue accumulated during his lifetime. There may be so many ordinary martyrs, but it will not be so grand, they will only be piled up and buried alive in a side room, but forty or fifty coffins have never been seen before. ”

"Second Uncle hasn't seen it either?" Zhang Meng shook his head, if the second uncle Zhang Shaotu hadn't seen it, I'm afraid that no one among his people would be able to see it.

Of course, Yoriko may be except.

"Although I haven't seen it, but from the perspective of feng shui numerology, ......" said, Zhang Shaotu paused, and said suspiciously: "This is the practice of raising corpses." ”

"Raising corpses?" Zhang Meng was startled, looked back at Zhang Shaotu and asked, "Second uncle, you said this is a means of raising corpses?" ”

Zhang Shaotu replied with some uncertainty: "The method of raising corpses is only understood by the sect that raises corpses in Fujian, and I have only heard from my eldest brother about it, and I have not seen it with my own eyes." ”

"Oh." Zhang Meng nodded.

"According to legend, it is rumored in southern China that 'Yong'an Corpse Raising Place, Fujian Corpse Raising Gate', that is, Yong'an is the best place to raise corpses, and the corpse raising sect is active in Fujian. Whether it is the Dachuan hanging coffin, Shangping iron tomb, Ansha sarcophagus, Baizhang rock cave burial, iron nail stone cave burial or Sanhe soil burial chamber, etc., are the funeral customs of the Hakka people in Minyue at that time, who can find a place to raise corpses now, it is of great historical significance. After all, Minyue migrated all the way south from the southeast, leaving too many clues that need to be discovered by future generations. ”

"Minzhong?" Zhang Meng thought for a while and said: "According to the division of Fujian by the Chinese people, I am afraid that what we refer to is the area of Liangguang and Fujian, and it should be followed ...... Wrong! ”

Zhang Meng suddenly realized something, looked up at Zhang Shaotu, and asked, "Second uncle, what is the relationship between Minyue and Nanban?" ”

"Nanban?" Zhang Shaotu was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't that the collective name for the entire ethnic minority in southern China?" ”

"yes, I forgot." Zhang Meng suddenly realized, patted his head and said, "That's right!" ”

Seeing that Zhang Meng suddenly realized, Zhang Shaotu was puzzled: "Ah Meng, did you find something?" ”

Zhang Meng shook his head and said as if talking to himself: "I'm thinking, this Yong'an in Fujian is the place where Liu Bei gave Zhuge Liang the White Emperor City to support Gu, and Min and Nanban agreed, the painting on it must be related to Chiyou!" Although I don't have a clue yet, the information on this must be inseparable from the mysterious person, it seems that this trip to Kunlun Mountain will not be the point, but in any case, I must find out the whole thing. ”

Hearing Zhang Meng's oath, Zhang Shaotu shook his head helplessly.

Everyone knows how many veteran elites the Zhang family folded for this matter! Gao Wenbin, the sick ghost, Chen lame...... Not only did the fourth brother Zhang Shaoye die mysteriously, but even the eldest brother Zhang Shaohong did not survive.

Although Zhang Meng's ghost vein was lifted, the matter was far from subsided, and the ensuing nightmare of infection once again involved the Zhang family in this conspiracy.

Zhang Shaotu vaguely felt that even if the nightmare of infection could be lifted this time, things would not end so lightly!

A sense of powerlessness instantly climbed into Zhang Shaotu's heart, and Zhang Shaotu seemed to have aged a lot.

The two of them fell silent for a while.

It was Zhang Meng who took the lead in breaking the embarrassment of silence, and said to the fat man who was lying on the mural of the tomb and carefully cleaning: "I said that you have a fat intestine and have not eaten!" It's been so long and still haven't found a way out? ”

"Get out!" When it comes to eating, the fat man is annoyed, and he chatters and scolds: "You Zhang Lack of fun about the fat man, is it for people to eat compressed biscuits?" Fat man, I should respond to this the most, and you always mention it. ”

"Alright, alright, I'll definitely invite you to eat in Hong Kong for a month after I go out." Zhang Meng said generously.

"With you please?" The fat man pursed his mouth and said disdainfully: "The fat man has his own money, phew!" If it weren't for Ah Chen, I wouldn't have come to this place where people froze to death. ”

"Don't you say that every time? The end result is not always the same. Zhao San on the side also seemed to feel that the tomb was too boring, and deliberately quarreled with the fat man.

"This must be the last time!" The fat man said through gritted teeth.

"! When do you mean when you talk? ”

Listening to Zhao San's sneer beside him, the fat man also spread his hands helplessly, lowered his voice, and said to himself in a voice that ordinary people can't hear: "That's what I said, but that mysterious person is too fucking a pit, and he won't let the fat man and me be stable at any time." ”

"Don't worry, I'll find him out and kill him." Brother Jun said coldly.

The fat man was startled, he didn't expect that his voice could be heard by the military brother, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly.

Listening to Brother Jun's response, Zhang Meng and Zhao San, who were surrounding the fat man, also nodded fiercely, and several people seemed to reach a consensus at the same time at this moment.

"Okay." Listening to the support of the people around him, the fat man also nodded slowly.

"But before that, we still have to find the next grave first, fatty, and we'll all count on you." Zhang Meng regained his playful nature at this moment, teasing the fat man and said, "Don't embarrass us!" ”

"Damn, fat man, when have I ever lost someone." The fat man crossed his waist and said.

"Just blow hard." Seeing that the fat man was yelling again, Zhao San on the side couldn't hold back, and said, "Hey, hey!" I don't know who fell for the owner of the tomb, and almost arrested the big guy to be a Kunlun slave. ”

"Accident, pure accident." The fat man spread his hands innocently: "Fat man, I didn't expect that this group of bull-nosed veterans is so awesome!" ”

"Old way, what old way?" Hearing the fat man's words, Zhang Meng was startled, and immediately remembered the pictures of the Song and Yuan Taoist priests he saw when he first entered the tomb, and asked the fat man with puzzlement: "Isn't this the tomb of the Yuan and Mongolian nobles?" ”