"See?" Dashan is really a dog, shaking his majesty, he yelled at everyone: "If you dare to talk nonsense, disturb the morale of the army, and say that monsters kill people, this is his fate!" ”

The crowd trembled and did not dare to look at each other. Mu Zifeng couldn't help but sigh: "These people are really sad and hateful, they are trapped at the bottom of the pit, fighting for a black bun that is as hard as a stone, and now they are so obedient, they are really angry and sad." ”

As a result, Mu Zifeng made up his mind that he could not be an enemy of these hard-working people, and he must turn enemies into friends and form a favorable alliance. After all, in this place where the heavens should not be called, and the earth is not spiritual, they have the same goal, which is to escape. He has a common enemy, which is to defeat those who are brutal and unkind.

Crossing the wooden bridge, everyone continued to walk forward, and after a while, they came to a cave, Mu Zifeng clearly remembered that the cave, it was the exit they went to the burial pit in the morning.

On both sides of the cave, there are four black silk jackets, armed with short guns, walking back and forth to patrol.

"Master Shan, are you here?" Huanzi came out of nowhere, and paced over with a grin.

"You order!" Dashan didn't have any extra words, and pointed to the crowd: "The cattle have arrived, one no more, one no less!" ”

"Okay, wait a minute!" Huan Zi asked his subordinates to take out the registration book and named them one by one.

But after half a cigarette, Huanzi's subordinates named it, and after confirming that it was correct, Dashan took his subordinates away, and Huanzi asked his subordinates to escort everyone into the cave.

In the passage of the cave, there were people with guns every ten meters, and everyone dragged their tired bodies to continue to walk, walking for about ten minutes, and the team stopped.

"Master Scar, the cattle have brought it!" Huan Zi laughed and approached Scar.

After looking around, Mu Zifeng found that on both sides of the passage, there were rooms lined up, and at the entrance of the room, there was a wooden door composed of large wooden pillars.

It was exactly the same as the place where Mu Zifeng was originally held.

"Let's get started!" Scar Ye waved his hand and said loudly: "The old rule, the person who names him stands here!" ”

So, Scar's subordinates began to roll call, ten names each, and then stopped, and two black silk short coats escorted them into the room in turn.

After touching about half a pillar of incense, all the people were locked up in the room, only Mu Zifeng, Jia Fatzi, Zhao Zichuan, "Yibai" and other four people remained, Jia Fatzi and Zhao Zichuan looked at each other, not knowing what was going to happen.

"Master Scar, these four newcomers have no place to arrange!" Huan Zi touched his head and said embarrassedly: "The rooms are full, why don't you let them lie down in the aisle?" ”

"Lying here?" Scar Ye shook his head: "In case they run away at night, the dog master gets angry, you and I can't afford to be guilty." Let's put them in this room, they're all animals anyway, I don't care if they are squeezed or not! ”

He pointed to the room behind him, where a wooden sign reading "13" was hung on the wooden door.

After Scar Ye made a decision, Mu Zifeng and the other four people were pushed into room thirteen without saying anything.

There was a strong musty smell and stench in the room, thin straw was spread on the floor, nine scrawny men were staring at them blankly, and there was a man who looked relatively sturdy, staring at Fat Jia with fierce eyes.

Apparently there is no toilet in the room, open defecation is the norm, and the smell is a chemical reaction caused by the mixing of various odors.

"Crazy, it turned out to be him!" Jia Fatzi suddenly leaned into Mu Zifeng's ear and muttered.

In fact, there is no need for Jia Fat to be verbose, as soon as Mu Zifeng entered the room, he sensed the existence of danger, and the man sitting in the middle of the room stood up and was rubbing his hands, as if he was going to compete with Mu Zifeng and them.

Mu Zifeng recognized him at a glance, he was a middle-aged man who attacked Jia Fatzi in the burial pit at night.

"Brother Feng...... They don't seem to be friendly! Zhao Zichuan pulled the sleeve of Mu Zi's windbreaker.

The middle-aged man's nine subordinates surrounded him with a hideous face.

"What? Addicted to being beaten? Seeing the middle-aged man, Jia Fatzi didn't admit it at all, he was eager to try, and even took the initiative to provoke.

"Fatty, you step back first!" Mu Zifeng hurriedly stopped Jia Fatzi, and he said to the middle-aged man with a pleasant face: "I believe you don't want to fight with us to the end!" Since none of us want to die, why don't we sit down and talk about how to live? ”

"How to live? Can you teach me? The middle-aged man snorted: "Don't think that if you save me, I will be merciful, here, you must listen to my rules!" ”

"Hey, I see that you are the king of the eight eating scales, and you are hard-hearted!" Jia Fatzi raised his sleeves bare, and was about to scold, but was held down by Mu Zifeng.

"Okay, I'll give this face, starting tomorrow, we will give you one for each of our food!"

Mu Zifeng suddenly made a decision, Jia Fatzi was dumbfounded, and Zhao Zichuan didn't react, because he really couldn't eat the black bun.

"Are you the master?" The middle-aged man looked suspicious.

Mu Zifeng said categorically: "Their lord I did it!" ”

Jia Fatzi just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Mu Zifeng glared at him, making him can't help but close his mouth.

"You've seen what I'm capable of!" Mu Zifeng walked slowly: "Among my brothers, I am not the most powerful. ”

While talking, Mu Zifeng set his eyes on "a little white", and "a little white" was still drowsy. Mu Zifeng could only laugh embarrassedly twice, and said with a straight face:

"The reason why I promised you the bun is not only to follow your rules."

Although the middle-aged man was silent, he looked at Mu Zifeng intently.

Turning around slowly, Mu Zifeng said slowly: "It's more to make you a friend, we might as well sit down and talk." ”

A gleam of gratitude flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and in an instant, he disappeared again.

"Brother, what do you think?" Mu Zifeng stretched out his left hand and took the initiative to hold the middle-aged man's hand.

"Alas......" the middle-aged man sighed: "You treat me with benevolence and righteousness, and I am not a heartless lord, you can arrange for your brother to come and sit!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ayi's subordinates vacated their places, and Mu Zifeng gave up his hand slightly, and led Jia Fatzi and others to sit next to the middle-aged man.

"Brother Ayi, my name is Mu Zifeng, everyone calls me crazy when they give face." Mu Zifeng smiled calmly: "Since I have recognized my friend, I have a few questions I want to ask Brother Ayi." ”

"Say it!" Ayi held a straw in his mouth and said calmly: "If you have any problems, tell them together!" ”

"What the hell is this place? Who are you? Mu Zifeng threw out the most important question in his heart.

"Alas!" Ayi sighed deeply: "This is a place to hide treasures, and it is also a place of evil spirit, this is the mausoleum of Yinhu, the second prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, and we are the descendants of the tomb keepers." ”

"Yinhu?" Mu Zifeng remembered that in the later period of the Great Xia Kingdom, there was a second prince who defected to the Central Plains, took refuge in the Great Wei Kingdom, was named a prince, and lived a prosperous and rich life. But Ayi said that he was a descendant of the keeper of Yinhu's mausoleum, which really surprised him.

"Since you are the grave keepers, how did you get enslaved by the bandits? He also committed tomb robbery! Mu Zifeng asked puzzled.

Mu Zifeng's words suddenly made Ayi's subordinates red-eyed, some of them secretly touched their tears, and some sobbed quietly, as if they were afraid of letting the black silk shortcoat outside hear it.

"Our family lives in Yangshui Town, which is the village on the ground." Ayi pointed to the roof and gritted his teeth and scolded: "This brute in the northwest of the country colluded with the Dongying people to dig up Yinhu's mausoleum, they knew that we were the tomb keepers, killed many of our villagers, arrested our relatives, fed us poison, and threatened us to dig the mausoleum. ”

No wonder you can't find Yangshui Town, it turns out that Dongying people and bandits razed Yangshui Town to the ground and turned it into a veritable ghost town.

This is the truth that Yangshui Town has disappeared without a trace!

Ayi told Mu Zifeng that the Hu bandits and the Dongying people threatened them to dig graves with the extreme pain caused by the poison, and forced them to dig graves with the lives of their relatives. Hearing these words, Mu Zifeng had an ominous premonition in his heart, I am afraid that Ayi's relatives are also less fierce and more auspicious.

"That'...... So how many years have you been locked up here? ”

"How many years? I'm 39 years old, I've been locked up here since I was 15 years old, digging graves, digging graves, that's my life, more than 20 years have passed, and our job is to dig up three graves! ”

Ayi turned his back to Mu Zifeng and bent down, but he couldn't let go of the gloomy sadness in his belly.

"We're going to be imprisoned underground for the rest of our lives, and I don't have any future!"

"Do you want to go out?" Mu Zifeng asked sharply: "I know, you still miss your relatives, right?" ”

Ayi turned his head sadly, tears rolled down his eyes a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

"My mother." Ayi shook his head: "If we can see each other again, it will be worth my death!" ”

According to Ayi's account, every 10 years or so, the bandits arrange for some people to meet with their relatives, and the last time Ayi met his mother was eight years ago.

Ayi's subordinates were said to be sad, missing their relatives, fearing the future, miserable and miserable, and some people couldn't help but cry.

"What a noise!" The guard outside the room cursed and extinguished the torch on the wooden door.

The room was plunged into darkness.

"Sleep." Ayi said quietly: "When you sleep, the world will be quiet!" ”

Mu Zifeng sighed, lay down, looked up at the roof, and couldn't see a trace of starlight.

I don't know when, Mu Zifeng really fell asleep.

Early the next morning, in the midst of Scar's stormy curses, everyone lined up again and walked out of the cave.

Crossing the wooden bridge and passing through the city gate, they came to the burial pit again, and this time it was not the mountain that led them into the burial pit, but the dog.

The dog master had a gloomy face, and with a group of black silk short coats, he drove everyone into the bottom of the pit.

"This guy personally supervised the work today?" Mu Zifeng had some doubts in his heart, walked a few steps slower, and was soon served by the butt of the black silk short coat.

At the bottom of the burial pit, several black silk shortcoats distributed everyone's work, and a short black silk shortcoat ran to the dog master with a cigarette and asked him if he could start work.

"Keep working!" The dog master said lightly, but his eyes showed a hint of panic.

All of this was looked at by Mu Zifeng.

"A little white" and Mu Zifeng were arranged to clean a pine coffin together, "A little white" squinted, crumbling, and seemed to have no strength to work.

Mu Zifeng didn't expect him to do anything, but he just pushed open the lid of the coffin with all his might, preparing to clean the inside of the coffin, which was a job he was familiar with, but at this time it was used to steal and dig graves, which had to be said to be a tragedy in life.

Almost at the same time as the coffin lid opened, a black shadow suddenly stood up, and a stream of nameless liquid was sprayed on Mu Zifeng's face.

Seeing that the liquid was about to spray on his face, a white shadow swept over, and with lightning speed, he hugged Mu Zifeng in his arms, and then threw himself on the ground.

Mu Zifeng, who turned around, saw a fat male corpse standing behind the coffin.

Frightened, he saw it clearly:

That male corpse is actually a mountain!