At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, the west of the capital was east. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info One moonlit night, on a mountain full of strange rocks, a black shadow suddenly appeared, sometimes forward, sometimes squatting down and looking around, and soon came to a big stone, took out the portable crowbar, three or two pry open the stone, and a hole appeared, but there was a little glimmer of light inside, and I heard the black shadow say to the hole: "Qingyang Ma Dakui, come to the meeting." ”

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him and said to him: "Mr. Ma, please come in, my master has been waiting for a long time." ”

Hearing the voice behind him, Ma Dakui turned his head, but there was not even a figure in front of him, it was empty, what about the person who spoke to him just now! Looking at the dark night in front of him, Ma Dakui was in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to think about it, so he jumped into the hole, and it didn't take long for him to arrive at the main hall of the tomb, the tomb was about seven or eight zhang wide, ten zhang long, there were torches on the walls on both sides, there was a round table in the center of the tomb, and the table was painted with gossip. Looking at the gossip on the table, Ma Daqi's heart was cold, and without waiting for him to turn around, an old man with silver hair walked out of the ear room next to him and said, "Mr. Ma, since you are here, sit down and have a cup of tea, wait a while, my young master will be here soon." ”

Ma Dakui was stunned for a moment, then nodded and did not reply. I thought to myself, isn't this! In the middle of the night, I called people here for tea, and my brain was either caught in the door or kicked by a donkey. But there's no way, people have already come in, and even if you want to leave, it's probably impossible. He simply walked to the right corner and sat down, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Ma Dakui, three out of fifty, is a famous tomb robber in the northwest generation, went to the tomb in his teens, and has never had a big fork until now, although it has been a little broken in the past few decades, but in the end he was forced to survive, one hand is unique, it is famous on the road, as long as he looks at the tomb, there is really no one he can't dig. This time, he also came in response to a post. And there was no word on the post, only a gossip map was drawn, looking at the gossip map on the post, Ma Dakui fell into deep thought, no one knew what happened back then, and everything he knew had been left in the tomb. Did someone do it on purpose? Although he was a little uneasy, he finally came.

About a meal, three more people came, all of them in their fifties. I saw the silver-haired old man turn his head and say to everyone: "Thank you very much for coming, here I thank you for my young master, in fact, please come over, I am just acting on orders, please understand." With that, the silver-haired old man walked into the ear chamber on the left.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what the situation is. At this time, Ma Dakui opened his eyes and stood up, pointed to the gossip diagram on the table, and said to the three old men: "Three, haven't you seen this diagram?" ”

The three of them shook their heads after looking at the gossip chart on the table, indicating that they didn't know.

"Don't you have any images at all?" Ma Dakui then asked.

"My three brothers still don't understand what Mr. means, so please ask Mr. to make it clear if there is anything." One of them asked.

Ma Dakui didn't reply, he looked at the gossip map in front of him in a daze, he knew in his heart that what should come is still coming. When Ma Dakui was distracted. Out of the left ear room came a young man, also very tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a black robe, and a silver flute in his hand. Then the young man spoke, "Everyone, don't come unharmed, do you remember me?" ”

One of the three fat men in his fifties asked the young man, "Forgive me, who is Your Excellency?" ”

"Luoyang, Qingming Mountain."

"Who the hell are you?" Ma Dakui asked loudly.

At this time, the three old men in their fifties really remembered that Luoyang, Qingming Mountain, their hearts were instantly cold, but after thinking about it carefully, no, those parties were no longer there, could it be that there were other people present and did not appear. Looking at the young people in front of him, at most twenty-seven or eighteen, will he be their descendants! No, those five people were all singles! Where did the descendants come from! It seems that we can only find out the details of the young man first.

"Mr. Ma, don't be impatient, everything will be clear later." The young man said.

"Presumably you don't know about the desert wolf, right?" The young man continued.

"Don't sell it, please say it directly, so that our three brothers also have a spectrum in their hearts." Feng Dingshan, the second eldest of the desert wolf, asked.

Feng Dingshan, the second eldest of the desert wolf, had not finished speaking, when he saw the silver-haired old man from before carrying a Taishi chair behind the young man, and then stood behind the Taishi chair, motionless, as if he never cared about the things in front of him. The young man glanced at the silver-haired old man, then sat down on the Taishi's chair and said, "It's useless to talk too much, you better go down to meet your old friends first!" It's been more than 20 years, and I think the five dads miss you very much. ”

But the young man didn't make a move after speaking, and even scared the four of them out of a cold sweat, could it be that this young man also wanted to block them in the tomb and bury them alive! At this time, I saw that the young man played the flute, and the flute sound was long and continuous. They don't know what the young man in front of them is selling, so they can only follow the young man's wishes. Feng Dingzhan, the boss of the desert wolf, looked up at the silver-haired old man behind the young man, but the old man still closed his eyes and was indifferent, ignoring it, completely treating the person in front of him as if he didn't exist. What the hell is this going on! Feng Dingshan, the second eldest of the hot desert waves, shouted: "What the hell are you kid giving us?" Come quickly, if you have a kind, you will come. Don't fix those useless ones."

Who knew that before he finished speaking, he heard a sound from behind him, but he couldn't see anything, and the sound of the flute at this time was high and low, which made people's hearts fluctuate. Ma Dakui was scared, very scared, but he still didn't dare to leave, he knew that as long as he dared to move now, he would definitely die without a place to be buried, he understood the power of those five people, but at that time they put a cold knife in their backs, so that the five catastrophes would never recover, and there would be no place to bury them.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped, and they were greeted by patches of stag armor, shiny black, the size of a palm, which made people shudder to see. Pieces of spade armor crawled towards them, looking at their pair of big clamps, they were terrified, and hurriedly approached the gossip map, but as soon as they turned their heads, the young man and the silver-haired old man disappeared, silently, and the Taishi chair disappeared in succession. The bright black stag armor behind them was only one step away from their bodies, and their hearts were cold to the bottom, and they knew that if they couldn't think of a way, they would die. Looking at the stag armor all over the tomb, they took down the torches on the wall and threw them at the stag armor, but after burning one, the back ones were immediately replenished, and a few torches were quickly used up, but they still couldn't resist the attack of the stag armor, and finally even the torches were eaten clean by the stag armor. Now the tomb is pitch black, and the five fingers are missing, and the third child of the desert wolf is the first to be eaten and killed by the shovel armor. Then the eldest and the second were attacked and killed by the spade armor one after another, and the tragic situation before death was to see those spade armor gnawing a little bit, a little bit of food, including clothes and things on the body, and finally there was not even a little residue left, and in the end only three bright red blood marks were left on the ground.

Ma Dakui was already desperate at this time, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, which made him even more frightened. After he made his own career, he didn't go to the tomb much, but occasionally pointed out the disciples and grandchildren. He remembered his home, remembered his own grandson and niece, his son and daughter were now legitimate occupations, and he didn't know that his father was a gravedigger, thinking about it, he slowly passed out, before he fell unconscious, he vaguely saw the stag armor knowledge around him, and did not attack him.

When Ma Dakui woke up, it was already noon on the third day, he opened his eyes groggily, and felt that his head hurt very much, but he still tried very hard to get up, look at the bottom of his body, he was sleeping on a black blanket, raised his head and looked around, half an acre of space, cyan brick walls, no windows, Ma Dakui's experience told him that this is a small tomb, four murals are painted on each of the four walls, and the characters and beasts on it are very realistic, giving people a beautiful feeling. In the center, there are five huge red coffins, lined from left to right, with Bagua painted on the lid of the coffin, and even the offering table in front of it is also based on Bagua. The big white candle, the pitch-black incense burner with three long incense sticks that were lit in it, the offering table was placed in front of the bedding, and the ground was also composed of a huge gossip, black and white. Other than that, there is nothing else. He also screamed, but unfortunately no one responded to him at all, so he simply looked at the five huge red coffins in the center, the five huge red coffins in blood red were placed on the coffin bed, and he couldn't tell whether they were stone coffins or wooden coffins.

When he looked at the huge red coffin tablet in the middle, he paused slightly, and the name written on the tablet was the eldest of the five. It seems that it is really their descendants who have come to seek revenge, although he has inexplicably survived this time, but he still doesn't understand, why didn't the person who came to seek revenge kill him, is there any other secret? This puzzled him.

"Zhengyang, you can't keep him locked up like this!" On a small hillside, the silver-haired old man asked the young man.

"Ninth grandfather, I want him to repent in front of the coffins of the five fathers, although I was young, I saw the first shovel of soil he covered with my own eyes." After speaking, the young man said fiercely.

"Zhengyang, do you know who was involved back then?" The silver-haired old man continued.

"I know, whether it's the people on the surface or the brains behind the scenes, I'm going to send them to the coffins of the five fathers one by one." With that, the young man turned and left the hillside.

The silver-haired old man stood in place and looked at the young man's back and muttered, "Those five guys have finally accepted a good disciple, it seems that the Yin-Yang Sect will be famous again in the near future." After saying that, the silver-haired old man smiled and followed the young man down the hill.