Hearing Zhao San's words, Zhang Meng and the fat man did not continue to guess. According to Zhao San's words, he scattered along the place where the light could shine, looking for the remains left by the Japanese in the tomb.

Sure enough, in the corner of the cemetery, there are a lot of equipment left behind by the Japanese army.

Some of them are so old that they turn to ash when they are touched.

There are also rudimentary gas masks, cartridge casings, Meiji-style rifles from decades ago.

The most incredible thing is that there are modern devices that were only popular a few years ago.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and Zhao San was the first to react: "I didn't expect that there are still the exploration tools I saw in the Hong Kong International Exhibits a few years ago, and it seems that they can still be used." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Meng took something similar to a mountaineering pickaxe and looked at it: "That's right, it seems that we can replenish the equipment on the spot." ”

"Everyone went separately to find out and collected all the things that could still be used," Zhao San said excitedly.

After saying that, everyone began to turn through the scattered items again. However, the items scattered in the tomb were very loose, and everyone had to retreat some distance outside.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Zhang Meng didn't pay too much attention to these, but looked around absentmindedly.

"Hey" The fat man suddenly slapped Zhang Meng behind him.

Zhang Meng was taken aback by the fat man, and immediately scolded in a low voice: "What are you? You want to scare me to death. ”

"What is there to be afraid of, you are not afraid of ghosts." Seeing that Zhang Meng's face was indeed a little pale, the fat man laughed and said, "You kid can't be a ghost in his heart, right?" ”

"You only have a ghost in you."

"No ghost, you have been ghostly from just now to now."

"Where do I have?"

"And say no, you see what's under your feet." While speaking, the fat man picked up a bag of compressed food from Zhang Meng's feet and checked the expiration date: "You didn't even see the grain, and said that you don't have a ghost." ”

"I'm not a foodie like you, where would I pay attention to this." Zhang Meng explained: "It's you, what are you doing with me?" Say, you don't have anything to say. ”

"Hehe, you're still seeing it." The fat man is stupid and happy.

Seeing that the fat man's smile was not as natural as usual, a bad thought popped up in Zhang Meng's heart.

The fat man seemed to be afraid of something, and quietly pulled the corner of Zhang Meng's clothes: "Let's go inside, let's talk about it." ”

Glancing at the fire that had dimmed, Zhang Meng didn't know why he felt a little hairy in his heart, and when he saw the appearance of the fat man, he immediately pulled him back: "Don't talk nonsense, if there is anything unsightly, just say it here." ”

"Okay." The fat man also seemed to be afraid of the dark, and scratched the corner of his clothes with his hand, as if organizing language: "Have you noticed anything wrong with those murals on the wall?" ”

"Huh?" was mentioned by the fat man like this, Zhang Meng's heart trembled, but he didn't show it: "Didn't you all explain?" It is said that it is a legendary Japanese female ghost. ”

"Not this."

"Then you were frightened by half of the female ghost's face?" Zhang Meng said.

"Do you think I'm going to look to you for this?" The fat man was obviously very dissatisfied with Zhang Meng's knowingly questioning tone.

Zhang Meng obviously felt the fat man's disappointment, but what worried Zhang Meng more was not what the fat man wanted to say, but the strange eyes that the fat man secretly looked at Xiaolou from time to time. This made Zhang Meng's worry come back to his heart.

Although Zhang Meng didn't show any unusual expression, the fat man still noticed Zhang Meng's gaze at Xiaolou, and immediately asked, "You didn't notice that the women on the mural are very ...... Much like a small, no, person? ”

"You think too much......"

"No need to pretend, that person is Xiaolou."

The fat man obviously didn't realize how much impact and shock his words brought to Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng's head exploded with a "buzz", and the fat man's words confirmed Zhang Meng's doubts when he saw those murals for the first time, and an inexplicable sense of fear instantly filled Zhang Meng's whole body.

Zhang Meng didn't listen to the fat man's next words, and his attention was all on Xiaolou, who was following Zhao San from a distance.

Those Japanese female ghosts on the wall look very similar to Xiaolou, and it's not just me who has this thought, but the fat man also sees it? What about the third uncle? Did they find out about this fact? Could this be a coincidence? Or what? Why did Xiaolou intersect with these murals, and what is going on with this qiē?

Although Zhang Meng didn't show any expression, the fat man could see that Zhang Meng was in pain, and after thinking about it, he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Forget it, maybe I misunderstood that Xiaolou is an archaeologist, how could it have something to do with a Japanese female ghost a hundred years ago." ”

Suddenly, Zhang Meng ran towards the mural.

Seeing Zhang Meng's behavior, the fat man was startled, and hurriedly followed without saying a word.

The two of them made such a fuss, and Zhao San and the others, who were searching for other things, also looked at Zhang Meng.

Seeing that Zhang Meng was about to approach those female ghost murals, Xiao Lou's face turned pale, and he didn't have time to care about the others, so he hurried to stop Zhang Meng. But Xiaolou was still a step slower after all, and when Zhang Meng was about to get close to the mural, the wall lamps in the tomb suddenly became swaying, and the entire tomb was much darker in an instant. In the shadows, the female ghosts depicted on the wall all seemed to grin at this moment and smile gloomily at everyone.

"Giggle...... Giggle......"