On a midsummer night, the air in the mountains is filled with the smell of dirt, and a full moon hides behind the clouds, dyeing the surroundings a strange red.

The ownerless lonely grave hidden in the tea field at the foot of the mountain is faintly emitting green smoke, which is probably the green smoke from the grave that the common people often talk about.

In a small three-story building near the foot of the mountain, under the dim light, Shen Jinsan, who was exhausted, was leaning over and half leaning on the Ganoderma lucidum pattern rosewood Taishi chair in the study, his eyes slightly closed thoughtfully, and he seemed to have almost no good place on his body.

"Why did Chen Guizi mention that Lao Shen is a real expert? Why did my mother go to the cave under the general's tomb? What's the secret inside? Does the curse mentioned in the parchment really exist? Is that bug still in me? ......" There were too many questions, and Shen Jinsan was in a trance.

"Woo~~~~~~"

Just as he was thinking strangely, he suddenly felt a gust of wind sweeping behind his neck, and his hair stood on end, and he turned his head suddenly, but he didn't see anything unusual in the courtyard behind him.

"Shh~~~~~~h

At this time, the cigarette in his hand had burned between his fingers, which made Shen Jinsan feel pain for a while, and he hurriedly shook off the cigarette butt with grinning.

He thought too much about it just now, and actually forgot that he was still smoking, he felt funny, so he leaned down to pick up the cigarette butt on the ground, who knew that as soon as he looked up, he took a picture of a miserable white and terrifying grimace pasted outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the pair of waxy yellow bloodshot and no pupil eyes burst out of the eye, staring at it deadly.

"Oh!" Shen Jinsan's head buzzed, and at the same time, he spit out a word in horror.

He hurriedly got a carp from the chair, grabbed the corner of the table and turned over violently, jumped up with one foot on the ground, shook it a few times, and then stood still a few steps back, and then met the grimace again.

I saw that the swollen and fat ghost head was shiny as if it had been soaked in wax, and a few handfuls of thin, bloody hair were hanging on the front door, and at this moment he was putting on an expression that scared you not to want money.

There is also the ghost nose, as if it has been cut off from top to bottom, leaving only two jujube-shaped holes, and the mouth that seems to be smiling is directly cracked to the root behind the ear, and it is making a strange "gurgling" sound.

Looking down further, this ghostly thing seems to have no neck, and the coarse cloth that has been scorched and tattered on the body floats faintly in the wind, and only the dark purple half-cut nails as sharp as knives are exposed at the cuffs, which makes people feel hairy in their hearts.

Shen Jinsan almost forgot to breathe, and he immediately thought of the tomb of the Song Dynasty general that they burned down, and the corpse demon inside.

"Whew! ~~~~~~" Shen Jinsan let out a long breath, when was such a thing hidden behind it.

At this moment, Shen Jinsan clenched his fists and forced him to calm down, his brain was almost blank, probably because he hadn't eaten for a long time, but this ghost head reminded him of the cured chicken thighs produced by a famous time-honored brand in Hangzhou, so he unconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

As the old saying goes, even if you fall into the rivers and lakes, you are a thin person, from the moment you return home alive, there is no longer the phrase "good beginnings and good endings" in Shen Jinsan's dictionary.

After a while, he came back to his senses, and Shen Jinsan's mind began to cry bitterly: "What do you really want, why don't you have such good luck when you usually play mahjong, what kind of thing is this thing that is not a ghoul or a ghost, is there something else in the ancient tomb that has followed?" This is what I want him to weigh the money (the profit earned in the Hangzhou dialect is called the money) He wants my capital, so I simply take advantage of the moment to give him a finish! ”

After thinking about it, Shen Jinsan turned his heart horizontally, picked out the close-fitting evil abode hanging around his neck with his index finger and lit it on his chest, turned around and walked quickly to the wall, and raised his hand to take off an ancient peachwood sword hanging on the wall.

On one side of the sword body, the Taoist Five Thunder Charm is painted with cinnabar, and on the other side, there are four ancient seal characters written in cinnabar, "Hundred Evils Retreat".

Three steps and two steps, Shen Jinsan kicked open the back door.

"Bang ~~~~~~"

He raised his peachwood sword and rushed into the courtyard.

Looking around by the moonlight, but the courtyard was quiet and scary, except for the gusts of wind, but there was no trace of the sound of insects on weekdays, which was incompatible with the dog days of this midsummer.

Slowly approaching the floor-to-ceiling window, the ghost thing was long gone, leaving only a large puddle of mimeographs on the bluestone slab.

I wanted to lean over to see what was going on, but when I got closer, I smelled the stench of the oil marks, and Shen Jinsan couldn't help but feel nervous: "That's right, it's the smell of corpse oil in the ancient tomb!" ”

"Click......"

Suddenly, a series of nail rubbing sounds came from far and near behind him, and before Shen Jinsan could turn around to see what was going on, a gust of fishy wind hit his nose, and the grimace leaned silently on his shoulder, a pair of dry claws instantly locked his arm, and the sharp nails were directly embedded in the flesh.

Shen Jinsan seemed to be immobilized and couldn't move, the wax ghoul slowly put his face over, and at some point, a vertical eye actually opened on its forehead and turned there, and under the Miao clothes was the lower body of a centipede.

The wax ghoul opened its big mouth and flipped out two rows of sharp teeth, and a large red centipede drilled out of its throat, Shen Jinsan was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out, and he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, a fire rose from his heart, and then his eyes went black, and he immediately lost consciousness.

In the study, Shen Jinsan's cigarette in his right hand was hung with a long piece of cigarette ash, which could be inferred from his yellowed index and middle fingers that this young man in his early thirties was already an old smoker.

Through the brown glass floor-to-ceiling window behind it, which is only a fist away from the Taishi chair, you can see the bleak moonlight shining on the bluestone slab in the courtyard.

This house is the ancestral house left by his father to Shen Jinsan, located in Longjing Village, Shifeng Mountain, not far from the West Lake in Hangzhou.

I don't know how long it has been, a few muffled thunders exploded in the clouds, Shen Jinsan's body was shocked, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around, and found that he was still leaning on the Taishi chair, but he was sweating profusely and feeling more tired than before, the cigarette in his hand had long been burned out, and the ancient mahogany sword was still hanging on the wall.

"Huh! It turned out that he was not dead! This nightmare is too real! ”

Recalling the terrible encounters with Guo Fatzi in the tomb of the Song Dynasty general in Yujiashan in the past few days, as well as in the karst cave under the ancient well, Shen Jinsan still didn't feel palpitations.

At the end of the nineteenth century, behind this world where everything is based on science, there is something so bizarre and subversive that even horror can hardly be described as a ten-thousandth of it, and if it were known to the outside world, it would surely set off an uproar.

On the desk in front of Shen Jinsan were a photo taken by his mother holding him as a child and a jade bracelet broken into several pieces.

Gently pinching up the slightly yellowed old photo, Shen Jinsan couldn't help but burst into tears, he couldn't see her last time when his mother died, which is still unrelieved to this day, I believe that in anyone's mind, mother must be the closest and greatest existence!

And now, under the old well that has accompanied Longjing Village for thousands of years, the huge karst cave and the nine optimus stone pillars full of strange spells found in it, as well as a broken jade bracelet that his mother often kept on his wrist found under the stone pillar, all seem to indicate that his mother's death may not be as simple as he thought.

This sudden everything made Shen Jinsan puzzled, and he was eager to find out the truth behind the incident.

Slowly standing up and stretching his muscles, Shen Jinsan shook his head helplessly, raised his arm to his chest, and looked at the eye-catching wound, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, the wound had already stopped bleeding, but at this time it was a faint pain, and it seemed to have a tendency to attack again.

Suddenly, Shen Jinsan felt that his whole person was burning like fire, but it was not the feeling of ordinary people's fever, as if the three souls and seven spirits were about to be burned out, and his body trembled uncontrollably like in the general's tomb.

While he can still act, he must leave for the old man's house as soon as possible to meet Guo Fatzi, I don't know what the kid's situation is now, there will be no danger to his life!

"Bell bell bell ......"

The phone on the table rang suddenly, and sure enough, it was the old man calling.

After answering the phone, Shen Jinsan picked up the teacup and poured a few sips of water, then took off the ancient mahogany sword on the wall, and wrapped it in a piece of white satin from the bookshelf, bent down to pick up the backpack that had been prepared a long time ago, and hurried out of the door.

Corpse! Ghosts! Taoism! Sorcery! Heavenly Palace! The Netherworld of the Underworld! An extraordinary experience is about to open for him, China for 5,000 years, how many secrets have been buried under this three-foot loess!