From time to time, a beautiful woman flicked her sleeves and waved at me, and the long sleeves crossed her cheeks to make people's hearts flutter, so tempting that a woman is a man must be excited. A woman's feet looked like she was about to fall, I hurriedly met the waist and hugged it, looking at the woman's Chu Chu moving cheeks is really heartwarming, my right hand gently slid to the woman's face.

It's so delicate and smooth, but the face is cold, as cold as touching a piece of ice. At this moment, I suddenly found the woman in front of me, her eyes were dilated, and her pupils were dilated, staring at me deadly. The flesh on my face was dry and bloodshot from the corners of my eyes, and my hands grabbed my neck and crushed me to the ground.

The women next to me also turned into this terrible appearance, and threw themselves at me with outstretched hands. Despair, panic and helplessness came back to my heart, and I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.

Suddenly I felt a pain in my left wrist, I opened my eyes, and the tiger pressed me, holding my hand tightly. Zhang Jun was holding a knife in his hand, there was blood on the knife, my wrist was cut open, blood flowed out, Huzi took out the first aid belt, and made a simple bandage for me.

I said in horror, "There's evil in that hole, don't go near it." The three of them looked at me nervously, and I told them what I had just seen in the face.

I changed the middle part of hugging the woman and touching her face, and I was patiently watching them dance. Suddenly they pounced on me with their true faces, grabbed me by the neck, and then my left hand hurt, and what happened next was what they saw.

Zhang Jun told us to stay away from the well and told me, "You may have been confused by unclean things just now. I crawled with you at the entrance of the cave and looked down, and you suddenly stood up and walked around the grave by yourself. One moment to look at this, another time to look at that, the pupils straightened into a strange posture, as if they wanted to hug something. Then he suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands. ”

"I don't think it's right, your manifestations are clearly caused by ghostly obsession, and those who are bewitched by ghosts can be sober when they bleed and see pain. Seeing this mirror, I let the tiger hold down your hand and cut your wrist to make you sober. ”

I was even more puzzled and asked, "You and I were at the entrance of the cave just now, why were I bewitched by ghosts and you were unharmed, and why are there so many unjust souls of women in this tomb?" ”

"Whoever has too much resentment before death will form a resentment after death, and these resentments can confuse people's hearts. It puts people in a semi-comatose state, and everything you see is a disgruntle. As for why I wasn't confused, it may be because I have a "peach soul" on my body, and the wooden plaque around my neck is made from the taproot of the thousand-year-old peach tree. ”

"The peach tree is yang, and its roots absorb the essence of the earth, and the taproot is even rarer. In addition, the wooden plaque is soaked in dog blood, so it is the best quality to ward off evil spells. I don't understand the large number of women's souls in the tomb you mentioned, how could they appear here like this? ”

Zhang Jun explained as he took off a wooden pendant from his neck and tied it to my hand. I hurriedly excused myself and asked, "This kind of talisman is already rare, what should you do if you give it to me?" I can't ask for this thing."

Zhang Jun said, "It's okay, these little ghosts can't hurt me, and when the master gave me this brand, he told me that this card has aura." Only by finding someone who is related to this brand can the brand play its greatest role. I didn't feel anything unusual about it except for my soul. It doesn't matter if you don't bring it, and besides, my skills are not for seeing, right? ”

Since he said this, I can't help it, although the gentleman doesn't win people's love, but I have no reason to refuse when others give him away, so I can only accept it.

When I put the peach wood brand in my hand, I have an indescribable sense of intimacy with this brand, I don't know if it is déjà vu or fate in my past life. There are no adjectives to describe this feeling. Huzi seems to have found something to beckon us over. Qiankun Audiobook.com

When we came to the place where the tiger was pointing, we found that there was a mural on the wall blocked by the shadow of the big altar, which was similar to a memory, and if we didn't pay attention, we couldn't find it at all.

Zhang Jun said: "Generally, the murals in the ancient tombs record some of the actions of the tomb owner during his lifetime, and the general archaeologists judge the identity of the owner of the tomb according to the murals and burial goods in the tomb. Maybe this mural can give me some valuable clues. ”

I looked closely at the mural and began to depict a large number of people kneeling in front of a large altar. The altar rose into the air, and an old man who looked like a shaman in front of everyone raised his hands into a "V" letter, as if he was summoning someone or something.

I then looked at the second painting, where the kneeling people raised their hands in a V-shape, and two soldiers-like men carrying a beautiful woman in front of the altar. The woman's face was furrowed. I looked at it, and there was a strong, hideous-looking man, holding a large knife in his hand.

The woman was pressed to the ground by two soldiers with a painful expression, and the woman's eyes longing for life could be seen from the mural. What crime did this woman commit to be beheaded? Puzzled, I continued to watch, and the woman whose head had been cut off was hung upside down at the bottom of the altar, blood flowing down her neck into the hole under the altar.

The people who were originally kneeling on the ground all stood up and looked up at the large altar hanging in mid-air, and a cloud of mist-like gas floated out of the mouth of the altar from the top of the altar. The mural is finished here.

Huzi asked, "Yang Xiuyuan, do you see what the content here says?" Why did they kill the woman? If you kill it, you will kill it, and if you die, why are people hanging it? Dou Ye also looked at me suspiciously.

Zhang Jun also seemed to see something, and tilted his chin at me, meaning to let me talk about it. I couldn't be more modest and said, "If you want to know the contents of this mural, you have to listen to me tell a story." ”

Huzi said anxiously: "Don't show off in front of your buddies, and talk about the key points." Zhang Jun said to Huzi: "If he wants to tell this story, he must have intentions, don't interrupt, listen to him." Huzi nodded helplessly: "Okay, okay, you say, you say, I just listen." ”

According to legend, during the Xia Dynasty, Du Kang was a major official of the Yellow Emperor, mainly in charge of military grain and grass, and the emperor led the army to conquer the Jiuli tribe to win every victory, plus the grain harvest, the grain accumulated more and more.

One day, when Du Kang inspected a granary, he found that the grain in one of the warehouses was soaked in rain because it was not covered, and it was basically moldy and spoiled. Fearing that the emperor would blame him, he packed all the spoiled grain into a large jar and buried it in the ground in an attempt to destroy the evidence.

But a few years later, due to the drought, the farmers in the field did not harvest, and the war required a large amount of grain and grass. The emperor made the food quite precious, and a person who had a holiday with Du Kang on weekdays secretly told the emperor that Du Kang had hidden a lot of food.

The emperor was furious and asked Du Kang where he had hidden the grain, and Du Kang told the emperor that the grain had deteriorated in the rain. In order to prove that what Du Kang said was true, the Yellow Emperor led people to dig up the place where Du Kang buried the grain.

When the jar is opened, the originally spoiled grain emits a burst of fragrance, and the grain in the jar becomes a tempting perfume. The Yellow Emperor couldn't help but take a sip, and Long Yan Dayue shouted good water! Counting the jars on the ground is exactly nine altars, so the name is Jiushui, and after the evolution of later generations, Jiushui became wine, and wine was born.