This is the tomb of the Yue Dafu Wen.

I don't feel it, no wonder there is so much resentment.

Wen Chong and Fan Li helped King Goujian of Yue to restore the country, which can be described as a huge contribution, but unfortunately he was wronged later and was given death by King Goujian of Yue.

After the death of Wen Chong, Gou Jian, the king of Yue, buried Wen Chong in Wolong Mountain.

When I think of this, I feel deeply sorry.

I remember that Fan Li once said: "I heard: the cunning rabbit dies, and the good dog cooks; If the enemy country is destroyed, the advisers will die. Now that Wu is sick, why should the doctor worry? ”

The literary genre was obsessed with meritorious deeds, did not listen to advice, and finally died of suspicion and jealousy.

He was dead, but his anger was mounted.

I thought about what Weiyang said, hesitated again and again, and finally decided to dig up the tomb of Wen Chong with a hint of luck.

No matter how dangerous this choice is, I don't care.

I vow to find Du Sanniang and never die!

In the evening, I summoned the Bodhisattva of the Mahavira Hall and told me my decision.

The coachman was still digging at his long-standing nostrils, as usual.

I don't know how he accumulated this peculiar habit, after all, I don't comment on everyone's character.

Not to mention, in order not to make them doubt my identity, I had to get used to blending.

This is what I think I have done for the past five or six years.

The four of them listened to what I had to say, and they all had great doubts about how much wealth the tomb of Wen had been.

They look at me, I look at you, and finally they all look at me like ducklings.

In fact, as far as I'm concerned, I also don't think there will be many funerary goods in the tombs of the literary genre.

But in the face of their doubts, I only said one sentence: "King Goujian of Yue gave death to the literature, it was a little weak-hearted, in order not to let others speak, in order to declare his favor, he decided to bury the literature." And ......"

The eyes of the four of them really lit up.

I continued, "And it is said that the death is given to a famous sword, called the 'Cutbook Sword', and its value is immeasurable!" ”

Hearing this, the coachman couldn't help but stop his movements, and stuck half of his finger in his nostrils.

They all thought that what I said made too much sense.

So, it only took an hour to prepare the tools needed for tomb robbing.

Before leaving, Weiyang was still a little worried.

After all, where resentment is extremely strong, evil is often rampant.

I said, "It's nothing, the soldiers will come to block it, and the water will cover it!" ”

The four of them sang loudly in unison: "The ghost is coming, that's my God!" ”

They are hopeful of riches!

I was silent.

In the middle of the night, Wolong Mountain became a dead silence.

It doesn't seem to even have the sound of insects.

As we walked on the mountain road, we felt an invisible sense of oppression.

Finally, I came to Wenzhong's grave.

I carefully observed the tomb and chose a place to dig the robbery hole.

This is very important, the right place is chosen, and the hole is dug out, which often has a double effect on entering the tomb and its own retreat.

Pick a time slot, and I'll let them start digging.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall and the Bodhisattva blessed the four of them to work together, and they cooperated quite well.

When they first robbed the tomb, they cooperated surprisingly well.

I was very surprised by that.

Without a long-term career of tomb robbing, I believe that ordinary people would not have such a complete working attitude.

So I was "impressed" with all of them.

The coachman said he was coming.

I didn't stop it.

He still digs his nostrils, but the eyes are as sharp as an owl.

He said intentionally or unintentionally: "This is to talk about tomb robbery, the only ones that really have more treasures are the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang and the tomb of Cao Cao, but unfortunately no one has found it so far!" ”

I listened to it in my heart and didn't say anything.

Soon, a sloping thief hole was excavated.

The four of them rushed in, and then scrambled into the tomb.

I sighed secretly.

Utilitarianism, an era in which everything is measured by money, will always only make people more depraved!

Because, the environment determines the improvement of human nature.

I was about to enter the burial chamber immediately after him, when suddenly I heard four screams!

Then, Wenzhong's tomb suddenly burst open.

Countless earth and rocks were scattered and splashed in all directions.

I was horrified, and I dodged away with Weiyang's mana.

But the coachman had already swept aside.

I didn't see any of the ways he used, but he was able to get out of the splashes of dirt and rock, which was not something that ordinary coachmen could do.

This is something I expected.

With the splash of earth and stones, the four people blessed by the Bodhisattva of the Daxiong Treasure Hall were also thrown up, falling heavily to the ground, and let out several painful screams.

Before I could come to my senses, I saw a fleshless skeleton striding out of Wenzhong's tomb.

The skeleton man also held a rusty iron sword in his hand.

I've never seen a sword like this, but I know it's a skeleton sword.

King Goujian of Yue gave the text to die, and he used a sword.

The literature is unwilling, and the resentment of death is bound to be full of resentment.

So in order to prevent the revenge of the resentful spirits of the Wen species, Gou Jian, the king of Yue, buried the murder weapon of the Wen species with a sword in the tomb of the Wen species, thinking that it was suppressed.

As long as the sword seal does not move, and the resentful spirits of the literary genre do not come out, the world can be peaceful.

But a thousand years later, due to our rash entry today, the seal of the carved sword was moved.

The resentful spirit of the literary genre has accumulated thousands of years of resentment, and once it wakes up, it can't wait to break through the ground.

I looked at the literature, and I was already stunned.

But the coachman was still right.

When he saw the skeleton man, his hands clenched involuntarily, as if he was accumulating an infinite amount of power.

Wen Chong had already walked up and walked in front of us.

With his empty pupils, he swept over the faces of each of us, and finally landed on the faces of the bodhisattvas.

Then he asked, in a dead voice, "Who opened my tomb?" ”

The Bodhisattva was already half frightened to death.

He didn't have a bodhisattva's heart, and after trembling for a long time, he pointed at me and said, "Yes...... It's ...... brother."

In order to show that they have no relationship, the other three people all rushed to say: "Yes, yes, it's my brother!" ”

Wen Chong turned his head, looked at me with his pupils as deep as a bottomless pit, and stared at me for a long time before he buzzed, "It's you?" ”

Although I have robbed the tomb with Ah San for more than four years, and I have encountered a lot of zombies and other things, Ah San will always have magic weapons to deal with.

But such spirits are rarely seen.

Generally speaking, grave robbers will be wary of graves full of resentment.

I can say that I have violated the taboo today.

I was obviously scared at this moment, not to mention that it was still so far away.

I calmed myself down and said, "It's me!" ”

At the same time, I was also prepared, as long as Wen Chong moved, I had no choice but to use Weiyang's mana to desperately avoid it.

Although in front of the literature, I guess it will be difficult to escape.

But Wen Chong didn't move, but said: "Okay! Very good! ”

Then he looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "Yue Wang Goujian, my literary genre has finally seen the light of day again!" ”

With that, he turned and strode down the mountain.

I stayed there and it took me half a day to come to my senses.

The coachman reverted to his old ways and began to pick his nostrils.

The Bodhisattva of the Daxiong Treasure Hall blessed the four of them and looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

I ignored them and turned and walked down the hill.

Back in the carriage, it was still like a dream.

I shuddered at what this experience meant.

The carriage moved slowly.

The coachman didn't ask anything as if he knew where I was going.

The Bodhisattva of the Daxiong Treasure Hall blessed the four of them to follow on both sides of the carriage and kept apologizing.

Although they had to follow me for my drive because of Steward Yan's "Heart-Destroying Curse", I believe they have never been treated badly.

And they betrayed me so easily in a pinch, even if I didn't care.

Originally, too, the alliance of interests will never have real friends.

I had expected it for a long time.

What really worries people is the birth of the resentful spirit genre.

Along the way, there was a great disaster.

Everywhere the literature went, everything suffered.

For a while, the people were panicked, and the government and the opposition were shaken.

The official family sent the most famous Duan Wang Ye of the dynasty to supervise the case, and instructed the four masters of the six doors to assist in the arrest of Wenzhong.

And the rivers and lakes are not idle, and the black and white in Jiangnan have joined forces for the first time to mobilize together to deal with the literary genre.

It's just that these heroes of the rivers and lakes, no matter how high their martial arts are, they are just martial arts masters, once compared with the literature that has accumulated hundreds of years of resentment, I am afraid that it will be another grade.

Sure enough, after several duels, a group of heroes were killed or injured, and the rest were all shocked.

When I heard about this, it was days later.

I was deeply shocked and even more remorseful.

If it weren't for me, would these people have died in vain?

For a few days, I was also worried, and more often panicked.

Weiyang seemed to sense my uneasiness, so he took advantage of the darkness of the day and night, took off from me, and said with guilt: "Sister, this is all my fault, if it weren't for my nonsense, how would I go to the tomb of the literary species?" ”

I shook my head and said, "Sister, don't think too much, it's just a matter of time, if you can't get a word, maybe other resentful spirits will come out." ”

Weiyang was puzzled: "How can my sister say this?" ”

I said, "My sister has ever said that the snake demon is angry with Sanniang because of my feelings for Sanniang, or hides Sanniang in the grave full of resentment in the world?" ”

Weiyang said: "I'm just guessing! ”

I sighed and said, "Sister, this guess may be correct. Back then, I robbed the tomb with Ah San, and spared no effort to find Sanniang, even if there was no goal. But at that time, I was holding a little luck in my heart, thinking that as long as I persevered to the end, I would be sincere and open, and the heavens would not be able to pity my persistent painstaking efforts? ”

Weiyang's eyes wept and said, "My sister has suffered so much! ”

I was afraid that my tears had already dried up, and my eyes were full of sourness, and I said, "Until what my sister said a few days ago, it can be described as an enlightenment, and I immediately woke up." Thinking of the selfish and violent nature of the snake demon, in order to force me to regret it, in order to take advantage of me, he will inevitably start from Sanniang. I was so obsessed with it that I didn't think about it. But the snake demon must have expected that I would definitely think of this in the future, and calculated that I would definitely be desperate to find Sanniang and dig up tombs full of resentment. In this way, the evil spirits that were suppressed in the tomb naturally broke through the ground one after another because of me. When the world is in turmoil, the lives will be ruined, and this great thing will not become a demon in the world? Sister, you say, if everything really started because of me, will I regret it? ”

Speaking of which, I wonder if I have lost my dedication to finding Du Sanniang.

Weiyang's face was pale, and the cold air on his body was even more pressing.

Naturally, she couldn't have expected the snake demon to be so sinister.

It's just that this snake demon was originally met by me in my previous life, could it be that he will also come to this place of this life?

Actually, I don't know.

Then I suddenly remembered to cry at night.

Dressed in green clothes, handsome!

A snake sword, but full of evil spirits!

I was familiar with him.

He said he was an Assassin.

I don't remember any time in my life when I had an encounter with an Assassin.

It's just that I was suddenly startled, and for no reason I remembered the glance in the forbidden area in the backyard of the Yan family.

At that time, my father wanted to kill me, even if I didn't know whether it was true or not.

But at this moment, it was the killer who stopped his father with two green rays in green clothes.

I also heard him say, "I use a snake silk sword." ”

Just such a killer.

I don't know him, so why did he save me?

I don't know.

Why is he in the forbidden area in the backyard of the Yan family?

I don't know.

I still don't dare to think about it, but now I think that it was him, the man who cried at night.

Weiyang saw that I was thoughtful, but I didn't know why.

I don't talk about it, I just close my eyes and recuperate.

She finally had trouble sitting still, or asked me, "Sister, if that's the case, what should I do?" ”

This also made it difficult for me.

If you want to find Du Sanniang, you must go to the cemetery where you have accumulated grievances.

But once the ground is broken. The spirit is gone.

Then I really became a sinner.

If that's the case, what's the difference between me and the evil basilis?

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I calmed down, and decided to go first to fulfill Weiyang's wish.