Maybe Fan Laoer's mind was not fully sober, or the situation at that time was too terrible, Fan Laoer mentioned what happened at that time, and his speech was a little incoherent, but he almost made things clear.

Just a few days ago, the accomplices who were with Fan Lao Er said that they had found a big tomb, and then beckoned Fan Lao Er to go to the tomb robbery together.

Fan Lao Er has been working together with this group of tomb robbers for more than ten years, and anyone who has any tomb robbery will beckon Fan Lao Er to go.

In fact, Fan Lao Er rarely goes to the tomb, or basically does not go to the tomb, he is only responsible for guarding the periphery to prevent being discovered.

The reason why Fan Lao Er was called to go with him was because the big guys were very familiar with each other, and it was not safe to call an outsider, however, Fan Lao Er was not only responsible for controlling the wind in the periphery, because this person was sociable and had a wide range of connections, he was responsible for selling the things stolen by those tomb robber gangs, which were generally sold to antique shops like Gu Bao Xuan, and then resold by antique shops.

Therefore, Fan Lao Er is also a very critical link and indispensable.

On that day, he followed a few tomb robbers to a barren mountain called the dog's nest, and someone had already explored it and found a large tomb here.

This group of tomb robbers is very professional, and there is an eighth master among them, who specializes in the profession of Jin Xiaowei, basically the ancestors have been tomb robbers for generations, and this craft is also ancestral.

This eighth master can observe the mountains, distinguish feng shui, understand astronomy, know geography, and what is even more miraculous is that this eighth master can also find the tomb by observing the stars and geographical structures in the sky.

Therefore, this eighth master can also be regarded as the leader of Fan Laoer's group of tomb robbers.

That night, the sky was dark and dreary, with a plush moon hanging in the middle of the sky, sometimes covered by black clouds.

The group walked more than ten miles of mountain roads in the dark, carrying heavy equipment on their backs, before they came to that place.

The eighth master first took out the compass to locate it, and then used Luoyang to shovel down a few shovels to find the entrance to the tomb.

The seven men were all familiar with the road, so they used the military shovel to excavate, and after a few hours, they easily dug the entrance to the tomb.

Then the eighth master asked Fan Lao Er to guard at the door of the tomb, they all carried walkie-talkies, and if something was wrong, they would use the walkie-talkie to contact them.

Fan Lao Er's work has not been done once or twice, so he said hello and sat next to the dug mound, waiting quietly.

If it was an ordinary small tomb, these six people would go in and come back in less than an hour.

But if it's a large tomb, three or four hours is possible.

Fan Lao Er sat alone next to the mound, feeling a little flustered inexplicably, and he didn't know why.

The fluffy moon overhead, sometimes obscured by dark clouds, it is said that in this deep mountain and old forest, there should be some insect chirping or birds and beasts, but Fan Lao Er did not hear any movement, the silence was very terrifying.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Just like this, after sitting next to the mound and waiting for less than half an hour, there was a sudden sound of "zizlala" on the walkie-talkie, Fan Lao Er thought that the eighth master wanted to talk to him, but after waiting for a while, no one made a sound.

In this way, half an hour passed, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter like a night owl in the forest, and Fan Lao Er, who listened to it, had goosebumps all over his body.

Originally, it was very quiet in this forest, but suddenly there was this oozing laughter, which made Fan Laoer's frightened white hair and sweat stand up, and he quickly stood up and looked around, but there was no one.

When robbing tombs, the most taboo is the appearance of bright lights, even in the deep mountains and old forests, Fan Lao Er does not dare to take out a flashlight on his body, for fear of being discovered, at this time, Fan Lao Er, who is addicted to cigarettes, does not even dare to smoke.

At this time, Fan Lao Er was a little scared, more than an hour had passed, and the other party had not come back, and there was not even any response, so Fan Lao Er picked up the walkie-talkie and asked in a low voice if the work was finished.

But there was only a burst of "zi-la-la" sound on the walkie-talkie, and there was still no response.

I can't say it, Fan Lao Er thinks that something may happen today, in the tomb, any strange thing may be encountered, sometimes it is a trap, and sometimes it may encounter a big zongzi.

This kind of big zongzi, that is, the owner of the coffin has undergone a corpse transformation, becoming a zombie-like existence, following the eighth master for many years, it is not for nothing that he has encountered a big zongzi, and he has only encountered two or three times in the past ten years, but the eighth master is a standard captain who touches the gold, even if he encounters a big zongzi, he will not be too afraid, because the captain of the touch gold has a set of methods to deal with the big zongzi, and he has a black donkey's hooves on his body, as long as he is not too fierce, everything can be done.

In this way, Fan Lao Er waited patiently for more than an hour, but the other party still did not respond, usually when they went to the grave, they would report any situation, indicating that the other party was safe, and Fan Lao Er would also report the situation on his side, but it was almost three hours past, and the other party still did not respond.

At this time, Fan Lao Er was really panicked, just picked up the walkie-talkie, and when he was about to talk to the eighth master, the eighth master's very panicked voice came from the walkie-talkie: "It's not good...... Come on! ”

When Fan Lao Er heard the voice of the eighth master, he was immediately frightened, so he hurriedly suppressed his voice and shouted: "Eighth master...... Eighth Master, what's wrong? ”

But there was no response, no response at all, and there was still a sizzling sound on the walkie-talkie.

At this time, Fan Lao Er expected that something must have happened, and originally wanted to turn around and leave, but he didn't dare to run, doing their job, it was a matter of losing his head, the other party went to the tomb, and he didn't see anyone coming back, so he ran away first, if the eighth master and others came out of the tomb alive, they had to kill him.

When Fan Lao Er was wandering, there was a murmur on the walkie-talkie again, and then there was a strange movement, which was a woman's laughter, the laughter was very sharp and harsh, with a gloomy atmosphere.

As soon as he heard this movement, Fan Lao Er trembled with fright, cold sweat broke out instantly, and his legs shook involuntarily.

None of their gang of tomb robbers were women, and where did this woman's laughter come from?

A cold wind came out and went straight to the neck, biting cold, Fan Lao Er gasped heavily, and boldly said into the walkie-talkie: "Who are you......"