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It was an ordinary and peaceful evening self-study, and Yang Yichuan sat in the last row looking down at his phone.

Yang Yichuan is a senior high school student who has repeated the two worlds, and he is silent, but fortunately, it does not affect the learning atmosphere in the class, and the teachers also turn a blind eye.

"You know, that guy reread it twice! This is already the third time. ”

"I don't understand why a city No. 1 middle school like ours needs this kind of repeat students? I haven't been admitted for two years, and I guess I have a brain problem. ”

Generally, schools recruit repeat students in order to improve the admission rate, after all, the foundation of repeat students is not weak, but the oil residue in Yang Yichuan's old fritters has lowered the admission rate.

"Quiet! Don't interfere with others' learning! ”

The squad leader spoke, and the two people still had to listen, and the squad leader was a girl, Yun Xiaoxiao. The grades are very good, and he is destined to be admitted to a prestigious school, this kind of person has nothing to do with Yang Yichuan.

Yang Yichuan doesn't care, he still can't recognize the people in the class until the beginning of school.

He looked at his phone and became fascinated.

"Terrorists attacked Egypt, and the pyramids became rubble!"

Yang Yichuan clicked on it and saw that there were still a few pictures, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The pyramid in the picture is cut off at the waist, and the surrounding gravel and black soil are shocking, where is this attack? It's clear that a small war has broken out!

"I don't know what good things have fallen into the hands of those people."

Yang Yichuan shook his head, very unwilling, as if someone was stealing his family's tomb, but it was not called tomb robbery, and there was no art at all.

"A huge hole appeared in the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, and experts guessed that it was a thief hole!"

This news made Yang Yichuan breathless. That's the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin!

He hurriedly went in, but he was very disappointed, the so-called giant cave seemed to be only one or two meters in diameter, the entrance of the cave was cordoned off, and the grass around it was green and secluded.

Yang Yichuan enlarged the picture and became a little blurry, but it could still be seen that the soil around the cave was not dry and cracked.

He also checked the recent weather conditions at the location of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. Then I flipped through the pictures on the back.

"Mostly sunny days, with occasional light rain."

"Looks like this hole is a recent one, and it's still being dug at night."

The guess was reasonable, and the burrower would not have done it shirtless during the day, even if the wilderness was more likely to encounter people during the day than at night.

The point is that he looked at the corpses of a few small things in the dirt.

It was a small insect, with a black dot on the picture, and only half of its body was exposed.

Yang Yichuan recognized at a glance that it was a cricket, an insect that emerges from day and night and begins to chirp around August.

It's only the middle of August, and I guess I went out and poured blood mold, and was buried alive by the soil that fell from the sky.

It also made him even more convinced of his inference that the hole had only recently been hit.

"If you have the ability, make a big news, and dig a hole for nothing."

Yang Yichuan didn't believe that the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum was stolen like this, how many ups and downs the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum had gone through since it was built, and he had seen through countless lives and the rise and fall of dynasties, but it was still strong, which is already very revealing.

Why didn't so many emperors dig up the tomb of the Qin Emperor in history? Even if they are bound by courtesy and affection, in modern times, why didn't the Eight-Nation Coalition dig up?

He doesn't believe that in order to preserve historical relics, those people burned down the Old Summer Palace and dug up the emperor's mausoleum.

Even if the Eight-Nation Coalition didn't take it into account, what about the later Japanese devils? Why didn't they dig it either?

Yang Yichuan shook his head, what's the fuss about digging a hole.

"What is a knife man?"

Yang Yichuan quickly shifted his attention to historical gossip, and a post mentioned the "credit knife man", which was the first time he had heard of it, and his curiosity was unstoppable.

Nowadays, the Internet is very convenient, and as long as you use it properly, you can still find what you want.

However, there is still very little information about the credit knife man.

"The person with the knife on credit, according to legend, is the protégé of Guiguzi, which has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and was called selling divination in ancient times."

"The people who come to the north and south of the river in China first give the goods to the villagers on credit in each place, and then say the proverbs, and then come to collect the money when the proverbs come true."

"There are a lot of proverbs in the market, and when people look back, they are surprised to find that the prophecies are all accurate!"

Yang Yichuan looked at the previous proverbs in various places and found that they were really fulfilled as described.

"Pork is sold for ten yuan a catty and then come to collect money."

This is the old proverb. The ten yuan at that time was not the current ten yuan, Yang Yichuan thought about it, and wanted to go back to that special era, some people said that pork could be sold for ten yuan a catty, and he would definitely slap it, and that person was either crazy or crazy.

But when he looked at it from the eyes of today's people, this proverb had come true!

"It's kind of interesting."

The progress bar showed that there was still a lot of content behind the article, and he slowly scrolled down, but the further down he went, the more nervous his heart became!

"Someone with a heart summed up the latest proverbs left by the credit knife people in the land of China."

When he saw the line, he knew what he wanted, but he flipped his hands and began to tremble slightly.

"When the rice rises to ten yuan a catty, he will come to collect the money again."

"All of them have moved to the old forest, and I'm here to collect the money."

"Rice is more expensive than pork."

"I'll be here when three people eat one of the three of them."

"When humans want to eat chaff to get by, we will collect money!"

"When a nest head is exchanged for two daughters-in-law, I come to ask for accounts."

"A bag of grain for a square building."

"A house in exchange for a bag of grain and then collect money."

"When people and dogs grab steamed buns to eat, they come to collect money."

"The street is full of unoccupied"

"A light on a ten-mile long street"

"There is no one in the alley"

……

There are even old people who sigh: "Those who live for a long time are miserable, and they will create two lifetimes of sin in one lifetime." ”

The proverbs vary from place to place, but none of them are good!

"If that's the case, wouldn't that be the end of the world?"

He didn't dare to continue to think about it, the throbbing in his heart made him breathless, he turned off his phone, but there was always a thought lingering in his heart.

"What if it happens?"

A gust of evening wind blew his hot body a lot more sober, and that thought had been suppressed just now, he held his head with his hand and looked at the mountain behind the school, and Yun Xiaoxiao secretly glanced back at him, not knowing what to think.

The evening has passed, and the night is about to fall, and the back mountain looks particularly creepy, and the swaying trees are like ghosts waving their claws.

It is a tomb mountain, also called Coffin Mountain, and you can also see people sweeping the tomb during the New Year's holidays.

There were a lot of people in their school, but the space was small, with a few school buildings, a playground and two canteens crowded together, and there was no extra space at all.

As the best high school in the city, it is not difficult to move to a larger place, and it is rumored that the city has already set aside a large piece of land in Xicheng for the school, but the school leaders have never let go.

It is rumored that there are talents under the coffin mountain, and the feng shui is very good, and the school leaders are reluctant to move.

"What age do you still believe in these?"

He obviously doesn't believe this statement, but Xicheng is too remote, how can it be convenient in the city center, and the surrounding residents all rely on the school to absorb money. What do you do when you move them? He didn't believe that there was no entanglement of interests in this.

The dark jungle seemed to flash a glimmer of cold light, and Yang Yichuan blinked, believing that it was his own illusion. But he had a very uneasy feeling, which made him inexplicably irritable.

The wind wafting from the back mountain seems to have a hint of fishy smell in addition to being wet and cold.

He finally knew where his uneasy feeling came from, that the slightest fishy smell made him very uncomfortable and made him sick to his stomach.

"Huh? What is that? ”