Originally, I thought that the bustard was more preserved, and I came to check the location of the nest of the leather mantis, but as soon as I saw the demon mound, maybe it was his instinct as a demon thief, and he subconsciously wanted to go directly to the mound.

Tang Haitang glanced at the old bustard, did not react, just nodded and acquiesced.

I, a stunned young man who has just entered the industry, naturally has no decision-making power, after all, he is a veteran and has much more experience than me, so he should know what mounds can be laid and what mounds cannot be lowered.

So, the old bustard untied the backpack in front of him, which was full of some things. I can't name them, but I think it's strange, and I know that these things are not ordinary. The old bustard fumbled inside for a long time, and then pulled out a brass-colored copper coin from it. I know what this is, Five Emperor Money.

The so-called five emperors with five elements, sitting on the essence of the five elements of heaven and earth, yin and yang, can solve the defects of the six gods without masters. In the line of stealing demon mounds, the Five Emperor Qian has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

The old bustard held the Five Emperors coin in his hand, knelt in front of the mound, bowed down, and stroked the dust remaining on his head with his thick palm, as if wiping a clear mirror. I don't know if it's because I'm looking at the eyes, but I always feel that the eye pattern on the mound seems to be blinking.

After wiping it clean, the old bustard held the Five Emperor Coins with two fingers and placed them on top of the mound. At this time, his face became serious, his breathing slowed down a lot, and the muscles and flesh of his whole hand seemed to be tense. After spitting out, the old bustard's hand began to slide on the mound eye, driving the Five Emperor Money.

As it moved, the Five Emperor Qian drew traces on the mound. I saw red blood gushing out all around the trail! It's like a scar with a series of openings. I still remember what my grandmother said, this mound eye is formed by demonic energy, and after a long time, it will also be cultivated into Taoism, and it is a "little demon" formed by qi, but all demons will be afraid of yang, and these five emperor coins happen to be yang-heavy objects. Because the mound eye is qi and cannot be killed, the demon thieves use these evil things to force their eyes open.

The old bustard took the Five Emperors' money and kept drawing traces on the mound, and the traces slowly formed a character: Town!

When the last stroke of this traditional Chinese character was closed, I heard a sound of clattering from the mound eye, like the sound of a stone slab cracking, and then, the whole mound eye began to shake continuously!

"Back off." The old bustard stood up and said. All three of us took several steps back.

I saw that the shaking movement of the mound eye became more and more intense, like a fish thrown in hot water, and at the same time, the soil around it began to spread out to the periphery! After about four or five seconds, I noticed that the mound was sinking continuously! It was as if there was a force down there dragging it down! As the mound continued to sink, a wide hole slowly emerged in the ground.

After another ten or so seconds, all the sound finally died down.

The old bustard was not afraid, and walked directly towards the hole that emerged, and Tang Haitang and I saw that there was no movement, so we also followed. Standing near the edge, the entrance of this cave is pitch black, and the entrance of the cave is about the size of a well, which is more than enough to stuff the fat man of the bustard. But I couldn't see how deep it was, and strangely enough, even if there was moonlight on it, it was still so dark that I couldn't see the slightest light.

"Why is it so dark?" The old bustard is also puzzled and underestimated. Then he picked up a stone from the ground, took out a worn-out cloth forge from his backpack, wrapped the stone, struck a match, lit the cloth forging, and threw it into the hole. This is a method learned from tomb robbers, to see if the fire will go out, if not, it means that there is enough oxygen under the cave.

The bustard threw it away, and finally figured out how deep this hole was. It's actually only a meter high, and there are rocks underneath, so the three of us can easily step on it. The fire burned vigorously at the bottom of the cave, and it took a long time to slowly extinguish it, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with the air inside.

The bustard took out a kerosene lamp from his bag. This thing is a rare thing that many people in our village have not seen in half their lives, with foreign oil, there is a glass cover, it is not easy to extinguish for a long time, few people can afford it at that time, but it is common for big families in the city, I didn't expect the bustard to have this good thing. The bustard lit it, then glanced at us, and then jumped down with his own hands. Tang Haitang also pulled up the clothes around his waist, tiptoed, and jumped directly to the bottom of the cave with an arrow step, very light, like a dragonfly touching water. I jumped right after him.

The old bustard patted the dust on his body, and raised his hand with a kerosene lamp, trying to see the situation here clearly by light, but as soon as he raised his hand, the whole person was stunned.

The light of the kerosene lamp illuminated the place, and the appearance inside was displayed in our field of vision, and when Tang Haitang and I saw it, it was also a flute: we were surrounded by coffins with red paint! Many, many, densely placed! It's like a circle that encloses the three of us in the middle!

If you look closely, the red-lacquered coffin wood flashes with a waxed light, eerie, like a large lump of red candle oil, and it is terrifyingly clear.

Looking at where we are, we are in a cave the size of a chamber, and all but the middle of where we are standing is occupied by the coffins.

"! Why so many pairs, coffin shop is this? The bustard was surprised.

"It's a slave burial pit." At this time, Tang Haitang suddenly said behind him. She lowered her eyebrows, her face calm.

After hearing this, the old bustard showed a sudden expression on his face, and it seemed that he also knew this word. But for me, a stunned young man, I was completely confused, and I couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

Tang Haitang saw my silly expression, smiled, and explained: "This slave burial pit is actually the jargon of tomb robbery, that is, in the ancient slave period, slave owners would drag their slaves to be buried with them after they died. Demons are popular, and some of their behaviors are very similar to people, just as there is a monarch tribe in this demon, and there is also a relationship between slave owners and slaves, and the slave burial pit here refers to the place where the slave demon is buried. ”

Listening to her explanation, I did know something about this slave burial pit. It seems that in addition to the magic power of this demon, the others are not much different from people. I glanced left and right, and there were about twenty of these coffins, which means that there were about twenty demons in this cave.

However, the old bustard was full of disappointment: "I'm busy with my work, this place doesn't seem to be the tomb of the charming woman, I might as well go to the mountain just now to catch a hare and roast it and eat it, my stomach is hungry." ”

The old bustard wanted to continue complaining, but he heard a sassy movement, like the sound of the wind blowing and falling leaves, swinging throughout the cave.

Salsa Sha!

"What's the sound?" The old bustard was shocked.

I stood there with a hint of horror on my face, and pointed straight at the other side with my hand: "Coffin, coffin moving!" ”