Uncle Ghost has been staring at the murals around the tomb for a long time, and out of curiosity, I also stood in front of the murals and watched the contents of the murals. The figures in the mural are lifelike, and I don't know what fuel was used to paint them, but they are still so intact.

I looked at the mural on the wall, and sketched out the scene in the mural, according to the mural, that country is a paradise of pure land, surrounded by the mountains, a simple and clean town. The people in the city weave cloth and graze their herds, which undoubtedly does not reflect a beautiful picture of living and working in peace and contentment.

But the mural below is still a picture of the country's peace and security, with men and women, young and old. Outside the city, washing clothes and carrying water by the river, everyone's face reveals the happiness that peace brings them.

The next mural is a bit unbelievable, and the sense of happiness in the previous murals is clearly missing. Pedestrians in the city were hunched over, each with a sickly feeling on their faces, and the long queue in front of the medical gate stretched out several streets. It seems that the people of the city are suffering from some strange disease.

There were noticeably fewer pedestrians in the city, and the pigment colors of the murals were noticeably darker. In the picture, a large group of people and horses carrying three large coffins are hanging on white paper, and they are walking out of the city, as if they are going to bury a certain king. Because there were many generals with weapons in the funeral procession, I thought that the soldiers who could escort them were either kings or ministers.

The last one was a little bleak and miserable, and the streets of the city were full of corpses of people lying on the ground. Everywhere in the streets, a few sick people supported each other and walked out of the city.

After reading this, I also seem to understand that they should disappear into a plague that has almost wiped out the entire country. If the tomb we are in is the tomb of a king, then he may not have died of this plague. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel tired of it, in case this plague is infected, we will also be infected with the plague if we stay here.

Uncle Ghost looked at me as his eyeballs were rolling and said, "Don't be afraid, it's not contagious, it's not a plague." If I'm not mistaken, the people there must have drunk the water of that river, and the corpse bacteria in the water had been hiding in their bodies for a long time to absorb nutrients, causing all the people here to die. ”

I began to wonder if Uncle Oni was some kind of monster, and I thought to myself that he seemed to know everything. But I still don't believe Uncle Ghost's words, "Uncle Ghost, according to what you said, even if all the people in this country die in the river water, where does the corpse fungus come from?" The formation of corpse bacteria is not simply one or two dead corpses, according to the density of corpse bacteria in the water we boil, there are at least ten million dead bodies in the upper reaches of the river, and I have always thought that these dead bodies may be the corpses of the victims here. ”

I must have a reason for saying this, that it is impossible for so many dead bodies to appear in this deserted mountain. However, the appearance of so many dead bodies in the upper reaches of the water source must be related to the people of this country, and it is not impossible that the corpse fungi in the river water all originated from the corpses of the people of this country.

Uncle Ghost listened to what I said, and seemed to feel that the logic was a little confused, "Yang Xiuyuan, I can't deny what you said, according to what you said, when we boiled water, the corpse fungus in the bowl we saw originated from a large number of corpses of the people. Where did the water that the people drank come from? ”

"Uncle Ghost, I think there are two possibilities, first, there are no corpse bacteria in the water that the people drink, and their deaths may have nothing to do with the river water, maybe it is other plagues or something. Second, there were corpse bacteria in the water they drank, and if this was the case, it means that there was a large number of dead bodies in this mountain before they lived here. The second point I don't think is very likely, because it has been at least thousands of years now, and if it was still before, let alone a dead body, even the stones were washed into sand by the current. ”

Uncle Ghost thought about it and nodded, "Well, in these thousands of years, even if there are more corpses, I am afraid that there will be nothing washed by the water." ”

I couldn't help muttering, "But when we boiled water, there were obviously a lot of corpses in the water, could it be that there are a batch of modern dead corpses in this mountain?" ”

"Uncle Ghost? Shall we do it? I looked at the thoughtful ghost uncle and said.

"I forgot about this stubble, and I just cared about discussing the mural with you, do it, do it!" Uncle Ghost suddenly realized.

When Uncle Ghost was taking something from his bag, Li Wenhan pulled out the dagger and said, "Uncle Ghost, don't bother your old man to do it, I can't share the fruits of your labor in vain, and ask me to contribute to everyone." After saying that, he held the dagger and wanted to walk towards the wooden coffin.

"What are you doing, hurry up and stop causing trouble for everyone." Uncle Ghost grabbed Li Wen's arm and said nervously.

"Why don't you just pry open a coffin board, I have the strength, and you don't look down on me Li Wen." Li Wen was still a little troublesome.

"That's not what it means, this coffin can be opened as you want, if you're really not afraid of death, you can pry it open and see." Uncle Ghost's tone became obviously serious.

Li Wen saw that something might be wrong with the situation, so he took back the dagger and honestly stayed aside and looked at the busy ghost uncle.

After rummaging through the bag he was carrying, Uncle Ghost took out an ink fountain and placed it around the two wooden coffins. When I asked him what he was going to do, he didn't say anything, just busy himself with what he was doing. It took him a while before he got up and said, "Call it a day!" ”

Looking at the dense silent lines on the ground like fishing nets, Uncle Ghost touched the goatee under his chin with a sense of accomplishment.

"Uncle Ghost? Are you going to catch fish? Li Wen asked curiously.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, how can you understand someone else's masterpiece as a white-skinned mouse." Uncle Zhao reprimanded Li Wen.

Uncle Ghost didn't pay attention to Li Wen, but the next move made my mind full of question marks. We are here to rob tombs, not to protect cultural relics. Uncle Ghost took out a seven-inch iron nail from his bag with his left hand, held a small hammer in his right hand, and smashed it against the coffin lid.

"Uncle Zhao? Is he going to ......" I looked at Uncle Zhao who was standing next to me with a puzzled look and asked quietly.

Uncle Zhao just shook his hand gently at me and motioned for me not to speak.

Uncle Ghost's actions in front of me made me really depressed, I have heard of my tomb robber opening the coffin and stealing things, but how can there be a tomb robber who seals the coffin with nails? As the big iron nail in Uncle Ghost's hand was smashed into the coffin lid by a hammer, the four corners of the coffin were completely sealed.

But Uncle Ghost's next move made me even more astonishing, if I wanted to nail the big iron nail to seal the coffin. But in front of him, Uncle Ghost actually took out an iron nail and aimed it at the middle of the coffin lid. The bottom of the coffin lid must be empty in the middle, what does it mean to nail it down like this? My mind was full of question marks.

As the hammer in Uncle Ghost's hand smashed down, the nail was driven directly into the middle of the coffin lid. At the same time, a woman's miserable cry suddenly sounded from the coffin, and with the scream, the coffin shook violently, and everyone present trembled suddenly.

"Sure enough, as I expected, there was a feminine thing in the coffin." Uncle Ghost retreated from the coffin for some distance and said.

"This... Inside.. Isn't there a ghost? Li Wen looked at the wooden coffin that was shaking in front of him, and his face turned pale with fright. The heroic spirit of holding the dagger and priing the lid of the coffin just now is gone at this moment.

The scene in front of me was the first time in my life, and such a situation scared my feet and neck a little weak. Looking at Uncle Zhao next to him, Uncle Zhao's face was also a little pale, and he took out the dagger tightly in his hand, it seemed that even he was a little timid. A professional tomb robber was frightened, which shows how powerful the contents of this wooden coffin are.

"Old ghost, you can take this job, no, we won't open this coffin first." Uncle Zhao's words illustrate the seriousness of the matter.

"In this life, I have only heard of the thousand-year-old 'fierce yin', but I really haven't seen it. How could such an opportunity be missed? As he spoke, Uncle Ghost took out a small crowbar and stuffed it into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and then shouted at us, "What else are you looking at, you haven't come to help." ”

Li Wen looked at the shaking coffin, his head shook like a rattle, and he didn't want to take a step forward to say anything. I didn't know where I got the courage at the time, so I went straight forward and grabbed the crowbar with Uncle Ghost.

As we worked together, the lid creaked open and a crack was opened, and a cold air rushed towards me like I had never felt before. There was a strange feeling in my body, as if something unknown wanted to rush into the object, but for some unknown reason, I flinched back. The second I lifted the crowbar, it was as if I had lost my soul in an instant, and my brain went blank, a feeling I can't compare with an adjective.

As soon as I came back to my senses, the woman's miserable scream sounded in my ears again, and I dare say it was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard. The scream was full of resentment and pain, and when I heard this scream, my heart was like hearing the shaking of rubbing glass, and the goosebumps on my body could fall to the ground.