I turned on the light on my phone and climbed down the slope.

The cave was low, and it was very inconvenient for me to move forward. After about five minutes of climbing, I came across a corner of the "man" zigzag downward, and after another five minutes of climbing, I suddenly felt that the soil under my body was no longer soft, and my fingers were cold and hard. I peeled off the wet mud on the surface and saw that there was a layer of green bricks underneath.

I was ecstatic in my heart: it seems that I am already lying on the top of the general's tomb!

I climbed a few meters forward, held up my mobile phone to take a photo, and was stunned to find that the thief cave had reached the end, but the roof of the blue brick tomb had rotted a big hole. I lay on the hole and looked down, only to see that the tomb was about one person high, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I went down to the graveyard with my hands on the bricks, and then carefully leaned into the wall of the graveyard. The tomb was damp, the walls were so wet and slippery that I was disgusting, and I almost suffocated with the smell of mold.

I don't know how many meters I walked forward, and two dark stone doors suddenly emerged from the darkness. I walked up to look with a limp, and saw that a stone door had been pushed open, leaving a hole for a person to walk through.

I sucked my stomach and squeezed through the doorway, and as soon as I took two steps, I felt a person appear behind me silently. Before I could cry for help, a short knife was placed around my neck.

My cold sweat "brushed" down as soon as it was "brushed".

"Turn off the lights!" The person behind me said in a suppressed voice.

My hands were a little shaky, and I pressed my phone two or three times before turning off the phone's light. There was not a single spark in the tomb, and it was as black as an infernal hell. I didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that if I gasped too much, my neck would hit the knife and my life would be confessed.

"Dude, I just want to come down and pick up a leak, I ......"

"Shut up!" The man slammed his fist into my waist, and I clenched my teeth so hard that I didn't dare say a word.

At that moment, the man suddenly attacked again, and he pushed me to the side, and I hit the stone lamp in the corner of the tomb. I only heard a muffled sound of "boom", and the tongue of fire in the stone lamp sprayed, and the originally silent lamp oil actually ignited in an instant.

I crawled and hid behind the stone lamp, revealing only one pair of eyes to carefully observe the situation in the tomb.

Under the firelight, I saw a small middle-aged uncle brandishing a short knife to block left and right, and something kept hitting his knife edge, making a "clanging" sound.

The little man danced with the short knife for a while, and when he saw that he was a little struggling, he suddenly took out a piece of hemp rope dyed bright red from his body. I saw him shake the hemp rope with his hand, pinch the recipe with both hands, recite the scriptures with his mouth, and shout "Hold-" One end of the hemp rope suddenly stood upright, like a spirit snake that has been inspired, like thunder and lightning into the darkness.

There was a moment of silence in the burial chamber, and I could seem to hear the rustling of the twine as it crawled on the ground.

I'm stunned, is this uncle a trickster? And what's the deal with hemp rope? Could it be a red snake disguised as hemp rope? I felt my heart pounding, and my eyes were as big as brass bells.

About ten seconds later, an old man with white hair suddenly jumped out of the darkness, and the red hemp rope was wrapped around his arm.

The old man held the "seven inches" of hemp rope in both hands and pushed forward, and his upper body leaned back desperately, as if he was in a tug-of-war with hemp rope.

On the other side, the little man changed his seal between opening and closing his hands: he held his right wrist with his left hand, and pushed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand upright up, and one end of the red hemp rope exploded, and the twine was blown up, looking like a poisonous snake with an open mouth, and like a red chrysanthemum in golden autumn and October.

The old man's arms were bruised, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he was about to lose his support, and he suddenly rushed towards the corner where I was hiding.

I was startled, and hurriedly backed back with my hands, until my body hit a board with a muffled "thump" sound, and I curled up and didn't dare to move again.

The old man hurried to the stone lamp, and without hesitation placed his arm, which was wrapped in twine, on the flames.

The hemp rope began to writhe frantically when it was scorched by the flames, and the power of the entanglement was slowly loosened, and the old man took the opportunity to pull it down from his arm, and the hemp rope fell into the stone lamp, and burned with a "boom".

The closed burial chamber was filled with a scorched smell. I saw the red hemp rope curl up and toss in the sea of fire for a while, and the oil splashed in the stone lamp, and then the end of the rope fell limply and drooped outside the stone lamp, like a dead snake, motionless and swallowed up by the flames.

The oil lamp reflected the old man's face, half bright, half dark, only to hear him snort coldly, and said to the little man in front of him: "It seems that I am going to do some real skills!" ”

When it was too late, it was too fast, the old man quickly drew a circle on the ground with his feet, and as soon as he raised his hand, countless paper money flew all over the sky, and at the same time, he rattled the bell with his right hand and pinched the trick with his left hand, and urged the spell in his mouth. Suddenly, there was a cloudy wind on the flat ground in the tomb, and the temperature fell off a cliff.

I felt that the board I was leaning against seemed to have turned into an ice bump, and even though I was wearing a down jacket, the chill on the board was still surging into my body one by one, and the hairs on my body stood up!

I slowly turned around, and what I saw was a pitch-black coffin, and the word "Fu" painted with red paint on it was as red as blood. I was so frightened that I almost screamed, but thankfully I covered my mouth in time, and then I crawled back behind the stone lamp as fast as I could.

I looked at the burial chamber carefully, and saw that there were four similar coffins, which were parked on the east and west sides, and in the center, there was a very magnificent coffin. You don't have to think about it to know that the big coffin must be the general's!

As the old man continued to ring the bell and chant the incantation, a yin wind rushed out of each of the four small coffins, and these four yin winds converged into a powerful air flow in front of the old man, violently rolling up the paper money scattered on the ground and rushing towards the little man opposite.

The little man was forced back a few steps by the air current, and when he retreated to the stone gate, he pulled out a golden chrysanthemum out of nowhere.

The chrysanthemum has a delicate golden silk and a graceful shape, and when it turns in his hand, the petals immediately fly out, and when it touches the paper money flying in the air, it actually "poofs" and emits black smoke.

Everywhere the black smoke passed, the images of four women were conjured.

The four women were all wearing moon-white pomegranate dresses floating in the air, and they couldn't tell whether they had feet or not. Their hair was scattered, and their hands were raised, revealing Bai Sensen's nails that were particularly terrifying.

These fucking female ghosts?!

The four female ghosts were not ambiguous at all, and as soon as they revealed their true forms, they immediately pounced towards the little man with their teeth and claws. The little man unhurriedly pinched off the chrysanthemum's receptacle, pinched the receptacle in his hand and pulled it out, and actually pulled out a one-foot-long red thread from the flower path!