In this group, each tomb is enclosed by thick stakes in several nested circles, and on the outside of the circle are straight lines of seven one-foot-high logs, which radiate from the outer edge of the circle, like the rays of the sun.

Lao Baitou is a copy of Wang Dafu, and he also has memories of Wang Dafu's past, so he knows that this place is the legendary Sun Tomb, which Wang Dafu had found according to the address recorded in ancient books before this tomb group was discovered in 1979.

But every time the old white man wanted to enter the tombs to find out, he would suddenly wake up from his dream, and for countless nights he would sit on his bed in terror, his clothes and bedding soaked through cold sweat, and then a strong thirst would haunt him for the whole day.

He became more and more afraid of entering that dream, but every time he fell asleep, the same dream would reappear. Later, after he entered the dream, he did not dare to approach the Sun Tomb again, he was afraid that he would wake up again, but even if he did not approach, the Sun Tomb would move itself in front of him in the dream, but as long as he did not go deeper into the tombs, he would not wake up, and the next day he would not be troubled by extreme thirst.

Gradually, he got used to the feeling of dreams, and he could stand near the tombs facing the sky and the yellow couch until the next morning.

For decades, the old white head has been dreaming of the flowing clouds in the sky and the large sand dunes reflected in the scorching sun. As the days passed, he gradually developed a strange feeling, and he felt that there was a force calling him under the tombs.

Until the evening half a year ago, when the sun set, the dumb aunt cooked a meal and called the old white head and his stupid son to eat, but the strange thing is that his stupid son who was reluctant to go out since he came to Qiang Village disappeared at this time, and in normal times, even if he occasionally went out to wander, he would definitely return home on time when eating.

The old white head was faintly uneasy, so he took the dumb aunt out to look for someone, but when he came to the main road in the village, he found that the whole village had gathered on this road, lined up in a loose line, and was slowly moving in the direction of the canyon, and his stupid son was also among them.

The dumb aunt hurriedly rushed over and pulled the stupid son of the old white head home, but he didn't know what was wrong, his strength was surprisingly great, no matter how the dumb aunt pulled it, he couldn't pull him, and the old white head shouted his name behind him, and he seemed to be deaf, and he couldn't hear it at all.

At that time, the old white head was also a little anxious, and went to pull his stupid son with the dumb aunt, at this moment, all the people stopped, they slowly turned their eyes, and they all looked at the old white head.

When everyone's eyes fell on the old white head, the old white head felt as if something in his body had been stirred, and his heart and stomach trembled uncontrollably.

After that, the villagers in the street started attacking each other as if they were crazy.

The old white man wanted to stop them, but the spasm of his internal organs made it difficult for him to even stand.

His brain went blank and his vision blurred as his internal organs surged, and the old white head said that he might have fallen to the ground because of the sharp pain in his arms and legs, but he could only feel the pain, but he had no idea what was happening.

Time passed little by little, and the old white head's vision first became blurred, and then gradually became clearer, but at this time, he could no longer see the houses and stone paved roads in the cottage, and what appeared in his vision was an empty cave.

The strange sound of "dang chang" appeared again, and at the same time there was that familiar feeling in his heart, the feeling brought to him by the Sun Tomb, he felt the call again, stood up, and walked towards the depths of the cave.

The old white head said that the sights that appeared in front of his eyes were very real, and he thought that he had really entered such a cave.

He walked slowly towards the only light of the fire in front of him, the strange sound became clearer and clearer, and soon he saw a small waterfall sloping down from the top of the cavern, and the water rang like a bell as it fell to the ground.

The strange power from the light cluster was still calling him, and he didn't stop, and continued to walk forward.

The old white head didn't know how long he had been walking, until the white light appeared in front of him, and this was what had been calling him, and he stood in front of the lamp, thinking nothing in his heart, and just watched.

The white light of the fire was constantly beating, and the old white head only felt as if he had been burned in the depths of his heart, and he was indescribably uncomfortable.

After this, the fire left the lamphead and slowly drifted deeper, and the old white head followed it.

In a casual moment, the white fire suddenly disappeared, but the old white head could still see the surrounding scene clearly, in front of him, there were seven ten-meter-high stone doors, the door panels were carved with strange patterns that he couldn't understand, and the breath emanating from those patterns also made the old white head very uncomfortable, it was a strong rotten breath, the old white head felt that when he stood in front of the seven doors, his bones seemed to have mildew.

According to his own temperament, he would never have been willing to approach those stone gates, but at that time, there was a force that pulled him, and an irrepressible impulse appeared in his heart, forcing him to go to one of the doors.

Speaking of this, the old white head paused for a long time before continuing to say to me: "I think, the door I pushed open is the 'key' in Wang Dafu's mouth, to be exact, that door was not pushed open by me, I walked up to it, it opened by itself, the yin qi in the door was very heavy, I hesitated for a long time before entering it......"

I interjected and asked, "Which door is opening in front of you?" ”

The old white head pondered for a moment before he said to me, "Count the second door from the right to the left, yes, it's right." ”

I nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

The old white head continued: "After passing the stone gate, there is a very deep corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a tomb of about ten square meters. As soon as I entered the burial chamber, what I saw began to blur again, and all I saw was a large sarcophagus in the middle of the burial chamber, and the coffin was carved with stone sculptures of dragons or snakes, and they were pressed against the lid of the coffin, as if to suppress the contents of the coffin. I...... I walked over to see the sarcophagus, but I woke up without warning, and it was then that I realized that I had reached the other side of the canyon. ”

At this time, the dumb aunt came over with a tea tray and made us tea.

The old white head handed me a cup of tea, and said, "Later, I asked the dumb aunt how the people in the village were. She told me that when I lost my mind, the people in the village stopped fighting and went to Xiazhai through the canyon. Later, I thought about it carefully, and the leaders of the village seemed to attack each other after seeing me, so after that, I didn't dare to show up when they lost their minds. ”

While the old white head was talking, the dumb aunt made a few gestures to him impatiently, and the old white head nodded at her and said to her, "Don't worry, the Soul Village will not ignore them." ”

I asked him, "...... the people in the village?" Have they been like that for half a year, how do they eat, how do they survive? ”

The old white head said: "During the day, they are all normal, but at night they change, and they gather in front of the Dulong Temple as if they have lost their souls, and they do the same thing every day, day after day, and I don't know what they are doing." On the third watch, they returned to Shangzhai and slept normally, and by the day of the next day, they forgot what happened last night. ”

Liang Houzai on the side interjected: "Wang ...... Uncle Bai, how did you find this place? ”

The old white head said: "It was my Han'er who brought everyone here, and he dreamed of this place." Since he was a child, his mind has been muddy, and he has only been awake once, that is, the morning when you left the village and went to Erlong Bay. That morning, Han boy suddenly came to my house, saying that he dreamed that there was a Qiang village in this place, and asked me to quickly take everyone to move here. I saw that he was thinking clearly when he spoke, and I thought he was fine, and I was really happy for a while, but who knows, within two days, he was the same again. ”

At this point, the old white head took the cigarette pot and the eye bag from the table, and just as he was about to point it, the dumb aunt walked up to him in three steps and two steps, and snatched the cigarette bag.

He looked at the dumb aunt, then at the cigarette pot in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

I asked the old white head: "I remember the last time I saw you over there in Erlong Bay, your lungs didn't seem to be very good. ”

He smiled at me: "Ah, it's lung cancer, and the doctor has given me an ultimatum at that time, saying that I won't live for half a year, but I don't know why I'm alive now, and my condition shows no signs of getting worse." ”

Liang Houzai said: "Probably because your physique is different from ordinary people, all the people who have been copied by Yin Yu, whether it is physical fitness, vitality, and recovery, are much higher than ordinary people. By the way, Uncle Bai, have you ever had a pain in these years? ”

The old white head looked at Liang Houzai with very puzzled eyes: "What kind of pain?" ”

I explained to him, "We have caught some mercenaries who have been bothered by the Cult, and now they are all being held in secret prisons, and I have heard that they suffer from pain once a month, and when they attack, it is as if all the muscles of their bodies have been torn, and the pain is unbearable. It was precisely because of the drugs that suppressed the disease that the funeral cult was able to control those mercenaries. ”

"No, I've never had any pain," Speaking of this, the old white head pondered for a moment, and then asked me: "Do you remember Li Erdan?" ”

I said that of course I remember that when we took Wang Dafu back to the village outside Erlong Bay, Wang Dafu met him for the last time.

The old white head sighed first, and then said: "He is also a copy of Yin Yu, not only him, but there are two or three people in the village who have gone to the tomb like me. I guess it should be a pain attack, but when they get sick, it's just that it's not easy to move. ”

I couldn't help frowning, "Are there other clones in the village?" Have they all killed their own bodies, and how many of these people are still alive? ”

Old Baitou: "I don't know if they killed anyone, they went to the tomb earlier than me, and I don't know what happened after they entered the tomb." However, those of us who were copied by Yin Yu have feelings for each other, and as soon as we see each other, we know that we are all the way. Alas, I am the only one who is still alive now. ”

Liang Houzai and I looked at each other, and Liang Houzai then asked, "Supposedly, the lifespan of clones should be longer than normal people, how did they die?" ”