The bright moonlight was like a spotlight at the moment, illuminating the old man's position very clearly, and the scorpion in the old man's mouth was unwilling to be used as food, and kept struggling around his mouth until it was all in his mouth and made a sound of touching between his teeth.

The scorpion's highly chitinous crust and moving feet, and the sound of the old man's teeth and jaws colliding, reminded me of an insect called the "acacia seed", which had two long, curved whiskers on the top of its head, and when I was a child, it was often pulled out of the rotten trunk of the black locust tree, and when held in my hand, it struggled to make the same sound as I hear now.

Every time the old man chewed hard, the sound reached my ears, and the goosebumps on my body would recur. It lasted about five or six minutes, but it seemed like a century to me.

After a few terrible minutes, the hut was quiet again, and I wondered how such a live scorpion could get through his throat, and I wondered if the scorpion's stinger could get stuck in his throat like a shark's fin.

My conjecture was obviously not true, because the old man, after chewing and swallowing a whole live scorpion, changed from leaning against the wall to lying flat, and the quilt at his ankles was pulled by him to the neck of the swallowing scorpion, and in a short time the sound of sleeping breathing (slight snoring) sounded in the room. It seems that eating such a "delicious" supper makes him very satisfied.

In fact, there were several times when I wanted to go to him while he was chewing food, but in the end I didn't have the courage to do so.

I read a report that there was a strange old man in Henan who had to eat several live scorpions every day, and he would feel uncomfortable if he stopped eating for a day, which can be said to have reached the level of addiction. I think this kind of addiction should be the same as the case of smoking, because the ingredients in scorpion poison can make people nervous and hallucinate, and over time they will become addicted.

When I saw the picture accompanying the report, I took a deep breath. I didn't expect this kind of "spectacle" to be staged in front of my eyes in the form of a live broadcast. After the old man ate the "supper" and fell asleep beautifully, I was affected by the sensation just now, and I felt sleepy.

The call was received around nine o'clock the next morning, from the town's post office.

After I hurriedly said goodbye to the old man, I quickly left this "Ghost Cub Ridge" that I was not comfortable with, and neither of us mentioned what happened last night.

I dragged my heavy body back the way I came, avoiding the villagers who had driven me, and finally reached the post office on the phone.

Returning to the popular prefecture once again, it feels like you've stepped from one world to another.

The location of the post office is in an alley behind the Daoxian People's Hospital, and for me who does not have a fixed location, they will not deliver to my door, if I tell him that my location is Ghost Cub Ridge, then I think he will hang up immediately.

"Are you Su Mo?"

"It's me."

"Take your ID card to register and sign!"

A man in his mid-forties in post office overalls stood in a reception desk with a stone counter, a ten-square-meter hut littered with stacked parcels, and two staff members in the same clothes, sorting and registering.

I don't know if it's because the people here in Shonan are talking fast, or because of the noise outside that causes him to be irritable, after I finished signing, he pointed to a cardboard box in the corner with an unkind expression, then sat back on the chair behind the stone countertop and played with his mobile phone, ignoring me.

When I returned to the small hotel, I moved the cardboard box into the room where I had not stayed all night, and the eldest sister at the front desk of the hotel looked at me with strange eyes as I moved the package.

In Shonan, where the ancient tombs are located, it attracts tomb robbers from all over the country, some in groups and some in individual soldiers.

If it weren't for the unopened cardboard box I moved, the clear post office seal on it would still be completely pasted on it. The big lady at the front desk who was staring at me with strange eyes would have thought that what I was moving had just been poured out of the "underground".

When I moved into the house and unpacked the boxes, I was completely shocked by the contents of the boxes.

A bulging yellow cloth wrap is wrapped in red pen with red pen to write "Zhenlong Sha", next to a neat stack of "Dao Fu" in a bright hard plastic box, the box is still written in red pen "Dunlong Fu". These two things have surprised me very much, but what surprised me even more was that this box also contained a Luoyang shovel, a gas mask, a flashlight (several grades higher than mine), a rope, a grappling hook......

In the later years of Tang Taizong Li Shimin, he wanted to pass on the Li family to all generations, so he ordered Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng to cut off the dragon veins in the world for him, and the two were ordered to travel all over the world, cut off several dragon veins for the Li family, and protected the foundation of the Li family for 300 years. At that time, the two of them used "Zhenlong Sand" and "Dunlong Fu".

This kind of thing recorded in the wild history actually appeared in front of my eyes across thousands of years. And Luoyang shovels, black donkey hooves and the like are things that belong to tomb robbers. The second uncle sent me these, could it be that he wanted me to rob the tomb too?

Just as I was looking at a box full of question marks, my phone rang, an unfamiliar Beijing number, and I knew who was calling.

"Something received?"

"Hmm."

"There's an introduction inside."

Aunt Ming's voice can still make me feel warm, our connection is one-line, except for "Qing Xianju", I don't know any information about Aunt Ming.

"Be careful, your second uncle and I both hope you return safely."

"Where's the second uncle?"

"It's hard for him to be in a situation, rest assured, he's safe."

Hanging up, my mind racing. In the final call, Aunt Ming emphasized that you should pay attention to the people around you, there may be surveillance. She didn't explain too much about the purpose of the trip to Devil Cub Ridge that I cared about, but said that sooner or later I would understand.

This kind of episode that appeared in film and television dramas actually happened to me, and the mysteries that have plagued me since childhood are increasing as I grow up. I think the reason why the second uncle and Aunt Ming didn't explain these mysteries to me was that on the one hand, they were also deeply involved in the mysteries, and on the other hand, it should also be a kind of protection for me.

The introduction mentioned by Aunt Ming on the phone was pressed under these tomb robberies and the like, and it may have been shaken and moved out of place during transportation.

I removed the yellow package of "Zhenlongsha" and took out the two maps below, one is a detailed map of the entire city of Yongzhou, detailed to the name of each street and the landmark buildings on the street, the hotel I am in is actually marked with a red pen on the map, I don't know how the second uncle and Aunt Ming know my location. Maybe while someone was spying on me, they also sent someone to protect me, this is just my conjecture, and Aunt Ming didn't tell me accurately, but according to what I know about Aunt Ming, since she reminded me to be careful that there is surveillance around, then there must be her arrangement.

What surprised me was another hand-drawn map, which turned out to be a diagram of an underground palace!