For this reason, the leaders of the Eighth Office finally decided to set the mausoleum at Shenwu Mountain.

In Wang Jiong's words, the process of opening the mountain was extremely easy, just using the mountain cannon commonly used in our rural areas, a six-meter-high cave was opened, and then the mountain was dug later.

The strange thing is that the Eighth Office did not hollow out the Shenwu Mountain, but began to dig under the Shenwu Mountain, and it took a full year to dig before the outline of a mausoleum came out.

As soon as the outline came out, the leaders of the Eighth Office withdrew those craftsmen, and in the several brigades of the Eighth Office, a lot of people were drawn to the mausoleum and began to arrange various mechanisms, secret passages, and maze and other things.

At first, when arranging these things, there was nothing strange about it, but just before the completion of the mausoleum, the person who arranged the agency said that before the completion of the Dafan Mausoleum, the troupe had to be invited to come to Shenwu Mountain to sing a big show, one is to drive away evil spirits, and the other is to open the light of this mausoleum!

So, he invited a troupe to sing a big opera at the entrance of the mausoleum.

It's also very strange to say, on the night of the opera troupe singing the big opera, many villagers in Shenwu Mountain rushed over to see the excitement, watching, watching, I don't know whether it was those people who sang the big opera who offended the gods, or those villagers in Shenwu Mountain who offended the gods, and a large group of crows flew in the sky without warning, a piece of black pressing, fluttering their wings to drain the water around the entire Shenwu Mountain.

All of a sudden, the crow's extremely terrible chirp resounded in the air, and the wave overshadowed the wave.

As soon as this situation came out, those who sang big operas dared to continue singing, and they ran away, and those villagers in Shenwu Mountain were the same, rushing back one by one.

It's okay not to run, but those crows don't know what's going on, first screaming, and then starting to pull bird. (Digression: There is a saying on our side that bird poop has been unlucky for three years, and if you want to get rid of this curse, you have to ask for 100 family rice, and then cook 100 family rice into rice, and eat it in three days to get rid of this curse.) ）

In an instant, those bird feces fell like rain, and in less than a moment, the place that was originally extremely lively immediately turned into an open space, leaving only bird and some people from the Eighth Office, and Wang Jiong was also among them at the time.

At that time, he asked Xie Leiting, the person in charge of the mausoleum, what to do.

Xie Thunder told him that there should be something in Shenwu Mountain that attracted this group of crows.

Who would have thought that as soon as the words fell, those crows hovering in mid-air would actually... Actually... It actually made a cry similar to that of a baby, which was extremely poignant, and the ears were extremely uncomfortable, as if a lonely ghost was whispering in the ear.

When Wang Jiong said this, his whole body began to tremble, in his words, he had never heard such a terrible voice in his life, as if thousands of children were floating in the air crying.

If that's it, Wang Jiong won't come to me.

But just as the crows had cried, a heavy rain began to fall in mid-air, and the raindrops fell to the ground drop by drop like arrows off the string.

Looking at this heavy rain, Wang Jiong felt a little strange, the air was full of crows, how did these raindrops come from, so he reached out to catch a little rain and put it in his mouth to taste it.

Where is this heavy rain, it is clearly the tears of the crow.

Discovering this phenomenon, Wang Jiong was almost not scared to death, as we all know, tears are very small in the eyes of animals, especially birds, there are no tears at all.

However, now this black crow actually shed tears collectively, and it was still so fierce, like heavy rain.

Rao is the people in the eighth office, all of them are as heavy as iron, and they don't even dare to say anything.

However, the matter did not end there, and after about two or three minutes of tears, the crows collectively crashed into the mountain wall above the entrance of the mausoleum, staging the scene of the crow's suicide.

In less than a moment, the crows that were still hovering in the air were all killed on the mountain wall, and the mountain wall with a little cyan was dyed red by the blood of the crows, and the entrance of the entire mausoleum was piled up with tens of thousands of crows, blocking the entire entrance extremely tightly, dense and impermeable, and the ground was like after the war, in addition to blood, it was still blood.

That Wang Jiong was standing at the edge of the entrance at that time, he looked at all this, only felt that his scalp was numb, he couldn't bear the fear in his heart, and picked up an old crow, and found that the old crow's pair of crow eyes were particularly sharp, staring directly at the entrance of the mausoleum.

This situation frightened the people in the Eighth Office and wanted to run away, but Xie Leiting, as the person in charge of the mausoleum this time, would never allow this kind of thing to happen, first yelling at those who were leaving, and then ordering people to start cleaning up the corpses of those old crows.

Supposedly, it should be easy to clean up the crows' corpses, but, strangely, while they were cleaning the corpses, the blood of the crows actually spilled into the mausoleum.

According to Wang Jiong, when digging the mausoleum, they took into account that the rainwater seeped into the mausoleum on rainy days, so they deliberately set the entrance about ten centimeters higher than the ground, and did some waterproof works at the entrance.

Even so, the crow's blood spilled in.

I was puzzled by this, so I asked him how the blood of the old crows spilled in.

He glanced up at me, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Luo, I won't hide it from you, that situation is really impossible to express in words, if you really want to say it, I can only say that the water flows down is not right." ”

When I heard this, I frowned, and according to what he said, there must be something wrong with the blood of those old crows, after all, it is a constant fact that the water flows downward, and asked him, "What about later?" ”

As if he had thought of something terrible, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice: "Later, when all of us cleaned up the crow's corpse, we found that... Found... I found that the entire mausoleum was like a bloody tomb, whether it was the walls or the passages, even the mechanisms arranged were red, as if they had been drenched in blood. ”

Hearing this, my brow furrowed even more, the blood of the old crow spilled in, and the whole mausoleum became a blood tomb, how evil is this! It's just appalling.

I asked Wang Jiong what was going on.

He said that the people from the Eighth Office had checked it, but they didn't know what was going on.

Now, I'm curious, I can't even find out the people from the Eighth Office, even if I go to it, it's useless!

I asked about it.

That Wang Jiong stared at me deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Luo, what I just said is just what happened outside, and what happened next, once you tell you, I'm afraid you will... will not be able to sit still. ”

"What's the matter?" I was intrigued and asked.