"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve!"

At this moment, Fang Zheng heard movement at the door, Fang Zheng subconsciously tightened his muscles, clenched the handle of the knife, was ready to exert his strength at any time, and turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

At this moment, a figure outside the door walked into the noisy wooden house.

The person who came was also the same as the rest of the house, dressed in the workers' clothes of the sixties and seventies, but taller and stronger, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a serious and majestic expression on his face.

Fang Zheng's eyes were thoughtful.

It seems that the twelfth person in front of him is the man who is suspected to be the captain or foreman in the second photo.

Fang Zheng turned his head to look at the photo frame hanging on the wooden wall, and sure enough, the man in the solo photo looked the same as the man in front of him.

"Now that the twelve have arrived, what about the last one left?"

"The person who took the picture?"

As a result, there were only two picture frames on the wooden wall, and there was no third picture frame.

"One less?"

"Missing a frame?"

Fang Zheng's brows furrowed slightly, no!

If it is the person who takes the photo, he has not yet come to this place, and the two picture frames hanging on the wall are themselves suspicious and illogical.

The person taking the picture must have arrived here.

And he also lived with the twelve miners in front of him for a long time, and he was very familiar.

It's just that I don't know why, the person taking the picture didn't actually appear in this rest room.

Fang Zheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

I thought to myself that the old man who lived alone in Menqian Village who died in bed, and his body was black and smelly and no one found him for several days, could it be the photographer among the thirteenth people?

Otherwise, why would he secretly dig such a hidden secret passage in his own dry well, leading to the three wooden houses in the Black Blind Forest?

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

Fang was like a bystander, looking at the memory replay in front of him, watching these miners who had worked all day, talking in a loud voice, but he couldn't even understand a word from beginning to end.

This made Fang Zheng gradually lose patience.

"Heavenly King Cover the Tiger?"

"Chang Wei called Fu?"

"Can't you really see me, can't you hear me?"

Fang Zheng was thoughtful, and suddenly, he was about to raise his knife and slash at a person, but at this moment, the tall captain who was the last to enter the room spoke.

It was actually a dialect that was somewhat similar to the local dialect of the city, and Fang Zheng's hand moved.

At that time, Mandarin was not yet fully popularized, and the real popularity of Mandarin in the whole country should be around the turn of the millennium, so the sixties and seventies were still very early before the popularization of Mandarin.

A few decades ago, the city was just a small city.

"Li Fugui, what about the fake foreigner from the big city?"

This is the captain's original words roughly translated by Fang Zheng after a little thought.

After all, the time has been too long, and now Mandarin has been popularized throughout the country, and some authentic dialects have been lost too seriously, and it is very good that Fang Zheng can barely understand it.

The one who was called Li Fugui was a man in his thirties who had a rich mole above the corner of his eyebrows and looked a little sleek, and he began to ask other people around him, and it was a dialect that Fang Zheng couldn't understand.

Fang Zheng guessed that the eleven ordinary miners should have been recruited from nearby villages, so that he could not understand the dialect spoken by these villagers.

Soon, Li Fugui heard the news, speaking a local dialect with a strong local accent, Fang Zheng half relied on guessing, half relying on the blindness of the front and back correlations, Li Fugui roughly said: "Da Niu said, that fake foreigner has gone into that ancient well again." ”

"Today, when we dug out the dry and abandoned ancient well, the fake foreigner was so excited that he couldn't do it, and his mouth kept chattering and nerves. These fake foreigners are really, aren't they just wells dug by the ancients, that is, they look a little strange, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a tic-tac-toe, just like I haven't seen anything left by our ancestors, and it's so rare that it looks like picking up some big treasure. ”

"Fourth Brother Ping, our team is the first team to dig up the ancient well that the fake foreigner is looking for, do you think the fake foreigner will fulfill his promise?"

When Li Fugui said the last sentence, the more excited he became, the more excited he became, it was an irrepressible excitement.

Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom?

Like tic-tac-toe?

Fangzheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Isn't this the well burial of the ancients!

Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like an inverted horn, this is a place where yin gathers!

Also known as the Forbidden Land!

It is a tomb that is detrimental to yin virtue that will be used to bury things that are terrible, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, which means that the bottom of the well will be suppressed forever, so that the grievances and evil qi of the buried people will not be dissipated forever, and it is also for people to live forever and never enter reincarnation.

The ancients were feudal and superstitious, believing that people could still be strange after death, so they invented the horn urn, which is generally used to suppress extremely fierce things, or people who die with a mouthful of resentment, so as not to come out to seek revenge after death, and the chicken and dog are restless. There are also people who deliberately use this well to suppress the enemy, hoping to suppress the enemy, and never see the light of day, and never be reincarnated.

If the ancients accidentally touched this kind of narrow well burial at the top and wide at the bottom, they hurried to run as far as they could.

No one knows exactly what's buried down there.

Resentment, evil, yin... has been condensing under the coldest underground of the yin qi, and it is also unclear what terrifying thing will come out.

The reason why Fang Zheng understands these things is precisely because the world is changing in a way that ordinary people can't imagine, so he usually takes the initiative to understand relevant knowledge.

With a history of 5,000 years, the ancients built a complete set of human afterlife.

Where there is yin, there is a place where yin is scattered.

There is one yin and one yang in the world, and yin and yang are mutually reinforcing each other.

The upper narrow and the lower width is the horn urn, the opening is small and does not see the day, it is a place of forbiddenness and gathering yin, so it is changed to a wide upper and narrow bottom, which is a place of scattered yin.

The opening is conducive to the accumulation of yang energy and the dissipation of yin energy, similar to the principle of magnifying glass in life.

The more ancient place of gathering yin is the shaft-type tombs that have appeared in the Shang Dynasty.

But now, the horn urn, which was the most taboo and most afraid of the ancients, has not only been dug up, but also people who are not afraid of death to go down to the place of gathering yin, which is to go to the toilet with lanterns, purely looking for death.

After listening to Li Fugui's words, the sturdy man named Pingsi seemed to think of something, and the pair of Sichuan eyebrows instantly twisted together, and immediately shouted sternly: "Do you know what we dug up today, it's really nonsense!"

"Leave people alone in the well in the wilderness at night, if something happens to the fake foreigner, whoever pays our family wages and food on time will not hurry up and bring the fake foreigner back. ”

However, Pingsi's voice had just fallen, boom!

There was a huge explosion, and even in the wooden house, one could clearly feel the wooden house shaking.

"Oh no, something is wrong!"

At this moment, the twelve people in the house all ran out hulala.