"Meng boy, your lame uncle has been practicing this kung fu for more than 20 years, and you still want to learn and sell now?" Seeing Zhang Meng's confused appearance, Chen Cripple couldn't help but laugh and scold.

In fact, in the post-Republic of China era, that is, when the Kuomintang and the Communist Party were at war, there were roughly eight sects in the tomb robbery world, and the kung fu that circulated in it was actually the four characters of 'looking, hearing, asking, and cutting', and each word contained a tomb robbery stunt.

Some feng shui masters can reverse luck and reap good fortune for others, relying on the word 'hope'.

And the word 'smell' is used by the tomb robbers of the northern faction, whether the tomb robbery is strong or not, twisting the nose bridge, this is an ancient saying about tomb robbing, that is, whether there is a talent for tomb robbing, relying on a nose. A person who has practiced kung fu only needs to smell the smell of the excavated soil by his nose to determine whether there are zài tombs under the soil, and even what dynasty it is.

As for the word 'ask and cut', it is the skill of the southern tomb robbers.

"Back then, your uncle and the four of them, each of them was proficient in the same skill, no wonder they traveled north and south, were able to sweep so many ancient tombs and accumulate such a huge wealth!"

Chen lame said with a sigh, as if he admired Zhang Shaohong very much.

"Uncle, he's so powerful!" Zhang Meng was a little surprised, because in his impression, Zhang Shaohong looked like a businessman, doing business or something, but doing these black jobs was far behind.

"Well, your uncle's ability is not something you can imagine, your father is also an equally magical person......"

Zhang Ming nodded, hearing Chen Cripple say this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He is also a member of the Zhang family, and he was very happy to hear that his uncle, especially his father, was praised so much by Chen Cripple, and his previously suppressed mood was much better.

"This drum surface is very slippery, as if it has been coated with corpse oil, this thing can't be made of human skin, right?"

Zhang Meng touched the gong and drum with his fingers, but found that there was a layer of slippery stuff sticking to the surface, almost sticking his fingers to it, and it looked extremely disgusting.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't touch him with this gong and drum, I'm afraid that Liu will be a pervert and hide the living dead inside." Chen Cripple hurriedly slapped Zhang Meng's fingers away.

Zhang Meng was shocked when he heard this, he looked at the volume of the gong and drum, and it was indeed enough to stuff a corpse. Thinking of the living dead who opened his mouth wide just now to bite him, Zhang Meng couldn't help but tremble, and he quickly retreated a few steps away from this gong and drum.

"Human skin? Is this a human skin drum? Yes, why didn't I think that this is actually a human skin drum, don't move this gong and drum, leave...... The farther away the better! ”

The sick ghost roared, and his face instantly became very distorted, as if he had seen an evil ghost.

Zhang Meng was startled by the sudden yelling of the sick ghost, looking at the expression on the sick ghost's face, he was also a little panicked, what did the sick ghost find.

"Don't move this gong and drum, this kind of human skin drum is very evil, lame man, you have been to our hometown, do you remember the holy relics over there?" The sick ghost said with a slight face.

Chen Cripple seemed to be a little confused, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally remembered a little clue.

"Those old gods in your village, I always thought they were fooling me!"

Chen Cripple smiled, as if he remembered something funny.

"Uncle Cripple, don't sell it, hurry up and talk to me." Zhang Meng listened to it itchingly, could it be that this person's skin drum still has no story?

"Your ghost uncle is of the Kazakh ethnic group, you shouldn't know this, their village is suspicious all day long, and one-tenth of the strong men in the village have nothing to do all day long, so they wait for a gong and drum, saying that this drum contains the magic of the ancestors, and the souls of the ancestors are contained in it. I accidentally got close at that time, and I almost stabbed those bastards to death......" Chen Cripple remembered this and said a little angrily.

"It is not for nothing that the sacred drum has been guarded in our village for so many years, when my father heard the sound of this drum one day, and when he came back, he killed my mother in front of me, and then cut his entire chest with a knife. When he was dying, he said to me, "Leave the drum far away, and don't listen to it!" ”

The sick ghost said lightly, his expression not fluctuating at all.

Recalling the past, he was now in a state of flux. The face of that loved one has long been blurred in his heart, after all, nearly forty years have passed, and even the deepest feelings will be washed away.

"Uncle Ghost, do you mean that the holy drum in your village is this kind of human skin drum?" Zhang Meng asked.

The sick ghost shook his head slightly, and nodded, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

He suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed it into the human skin drum, and the drum surface of the human skin drum actually made a slight air explosion sound, which had been sealed for so many years, so that it could make a deep and long sound.

At this time, a hole was pierced, and the air outside immediately poured in.

Chen's face changed, as if he wanted to stop the sick ghost.

But when he lost his mind at this moment, the sick man had already grabbed the hole where the human skin drum had been cut open, and pulled it fiercely at both sides, and suddenly, the intact human skin was torn in half, revealing the contents of the drum.

A viscous red-black liquid, as if it was raining, fell to the ground dripping.

And at this moment, inside the drum, a skeleton the size of three or four fists was curled up in it with his hands and knees.

The owner of the skeleton is supposed to be a baby or a newborn person sealed in the drum. Zhang Meng glanced twice, and found that the corpse had been completely weathered, the only thing that made people feel weird was the baby's two eyes, I don't know what they were treated with, they haven't rotted yet, the two eyes showed a dark green glow, and the eyeballs stared ahead in a daze, looking very gloomy.

"Damn, this Liu Qu is really not a person, even the newborn baby is just spared!"

Zhang Meng looked at the young skeleton and always felt a sense of wind gusting in the wind. The skeleton was so small that it was even possible that the baby was forcibly removed from the womb and then disposed of in its current form.

"Ah Meng, do you know the funeral shadow drama of the Western Han Dynasty?"

"At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, there was a particularly famous dance called 'Funeral Shadow Opera'. This kind of play is the dance danced by the beautiful palace maid to the emperor who enters the funeral, this dance is similar to the 'ghost', when the whole person dances, sometimes you can see it, sometimes you can't see it, it is extremely pleasing to the eye, and it is deeply loved by people, so it gets its name. Gradually, this 'funeral shadow play' has evolved into one of the compulsory courses for palace maids, but after arriving in the Western Han Dynasty, no one can dance this funeral shadow play like a ghost, and the reason is that there is one of the important props missing! ”

The sick ghost looked at the man's skin drum and said with a slightly strange expression.