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I'm a man who was raised on the dead.

My family is in the mountainous area of western Sichuan, and my father is the local Eight King Kongs.

Don't listen to the majestic name, in fact, people who are a little old know what the eight King Kong mean, the mountain area of western Sichuan is heavily buried, and there are eight people who carry the coffin when they die, commonly known as the Eight King Kongs.

My father always stands in the third row on the right, and according to the custom, this position is called the five ghosts to carry the coffin, which means that the dead are highly respected, and even the ghosts have to come to help carry the coffin, so my father is called Gu Wu.

When the Eight King Kongs have many benefits, each person has a whole pack of cigarettes, there are two large bowls of braised pork on the table before the funeral, one bowl more than other tables, eight people sit around a table, drink wine and eat meat under the envious gaze of everyone, and the filial son will give eight red envelopes when he is full of food and drink.

But there are many taboos in the mountains, thinking that the position of the five ghosts carrying the coffin in the Eight King Kongs is unlucky, not only will die but also harm future generations, so even the poorest people are not willing to do this, at that time, it was not easy for the poor father to pull me alone, so whenever there is a funeral, he must be the five ghosts who carry the coffin.

I haven't seen my mother since I can remember, so my father only took me when he went out, and the reputation of the five ghosts who carried the coffin was very big in the mountains of western Sichuan at that time, but all the dead would always invite my father to come over, but fortunately, people died every three or five times that year, so I almost grew up by eating the funeral banquet of the dead.

When I was buried, my father had a habit of always taking a handful of soil at the bottom of the cemetery and rubbing it in his hands, and for a long time I didn't know the meaning of my father's action, and occasionally when I was free at home, my father would turn over and read a book, and the first word I could recognize was the title of the book.

into the ground eye.

Later, I learned that this book is a Northern Song Dynasty funeral book, written for hundreds of years, the secret has been for a long time, and the Yin house feng shui book is regarded as a treasure by the Kanyu family, whether it is a peddler or an emperor general, as long as it is buried according to the feng shui, you can find the location of the mausoleum by reading this book.

My father's only hobby was reading, and when I was older, I spent most of my time reading my father's collection of books, and I couldn't understand how a man who carried the coffins of the dead in the mountains could have so many books.

I've been with my father for a long time, and I can know a thing or two about the whole book that penetrates the earth, and the most strange thing for me is that among these books, there is also one that records the incision of the rivers and lakes, which is the so-called black language, and I have never understood the reason why my father read these.

Life was uneventful but stable, and I thought I would go on like this, until one evening my father stumbled in from the outside, covered in blood.

He grabbed me tightly and put a stone pendant necklace around my neck that he had always carried with him, telling me not to lose it no matter what.

And he took out a thing wrapped in oiled paper from the jar of the beam of the house, and gave it to me, that I should go as far as I could from the back of the house and never come back, and that the contents of the oiled paper must be burned.

The first time I saw my father so panicked, I was at a loss, my father yelled at me hard, I was afraid to hold on to the things my father gave me and ran back up the mountain, and when I ran to the mountainside, I could see my house from the grass.

There were three people in tunics in the courtyard, and my father was dragged outside and beaten and could not stand, and the person standing at the back came up and said something to my father, and my father shook his head and mouthed, and finally the man stood up and shook his fist and thumbs up on his neck.

The people standing on either side suddenly opened fire on my father, and I covered my mouth in the grass on the mountainside and watched the whole process of my father's murder with my own eyes in panic.

After killing my father, they rushed to rummage around the house, as if looking for something, and when they finally left, they set fire to the house and left my father inside, and I don't know if my father had fulfilled the death of the ghost who carried the coffin, and I became a homeless orphan.

I didn't go back and ran desperately along the back mountain, I didn't know where I was going, I didn't stop until late at night, I found a branch to make a fire and sat by the fire, trembling and afraid to cry.

The grease bag that had been clung to his arms fell to the ground, and I couldn't understand why my father was so nervous about it in the end, and opened it with trembling hands to find that it was a broken hardcover notebook.

It's full of dense words, most of which I know but don't know what they mean, and the sentences don't make sense as if they were written while practicing calligraphy, and most of the pages seem to have been burned and mutilated.

But I'm pretty sure it's my father's handwriting, because my father is left-handed, and his handwriting is habitually tilted to the right, and I can't understand what is written in this notebook at all, and something falls out on the last page.

I picked it up from the ground, and it was a yellowed, mutilated photograph, half of which had been burned, and in the remaining half I was amazed to see my smiling and high-spirited father in a special military uniform, and in front of and next to him were also smiling soldiers, all dressed in white and wearing gas masks.

The background of the photo is eerie, and the whole land is charred but shining green.

I see the date in the lower right corner of the photo, May 14, 1965, at 9:45 a.m.

And below the date there was a set of numbers that I couldn't read at the time.

e41.43、n88.44

It wasn't until much later that I realized what my father had left in the notes, but unfortunately the notes were burned by me in the mountains and forests according to my father's words, which made me regret it later, and the words in the notes that I couldn't understand should have been encrypted and written in a diary.

I didn't expect my father to be a soldier, and it wasn't until I pondered over and over again that I found out that it was a set of latitude and longitude coordinates, and when I compared them on the map to get a place name, I knew why my father wrote an encrypted diary.

Lop.

In 1964, the Red Dynasty conducted a nuclear test in Lop Nur that shocked the world!

Who would have thought that a mountain man who carried the coffin of a dead man and a ghost would actually participate in the Red Dynasty's nuclear explosion experiment at Lop Nur, but I am sure that my father was involved at that time, even more secret than the nuclear explosion test.

It wasn't the one that shocked me the most, it wasn't until many years later that I realized what really spooky about this photo.

I saw the date in the photo from an old newspaper, a big news page.

…… At 10 a.m. on May 14, 1965, the Red Dynasty successfully conducted the second airdrop nuclear explosion test on the western region at 40°N latitude and 90°E longitude......

The latitude and longitude of the father and the soldiers in the photo were taken at 9:45 a.m., and 15 minutes later they will be confronted with an atomic bomb that has been dropped only 40 meters away from them.

No one can survive the explosion in the epicenter of the explosion, and the power of nuclear fission can destroy everything around it.

My father, who had been pulling me up, should have died in a nuclear explosion on May 14, 1965 and in the photo other soldiers!

Back to the beginning.

I am a man who was raised by the dead......

It was three months after escaping from the mountains, unkempt and dirty like a wild man, I was really hungry without food for two days, and the most troublesome thing was the cold winter wax moon, and my clothes were already torn, and I couldn't resist the biting cold wind.

I was shivering, cold, hungry and cold, and I was going to the field to see if I could find something to eat, but after walking for a long time, I saw a winter pear tree on the hillside, and just as I was about to climb up, someone dragged me to the ground from behind, and a rough hand pressed it tightly on my mouth.

In the dim moonlight, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce look and a scar on his face, looking around vigilantly, unable to move no matter how much I struggled, and for a moment I saw that there was no movement, and the scar covered my mouth and dragged me deep into the woods.

Then I saw seven or eight people in strange clothes in the woods, gray one-piece cloaks without sleeves, completely blended in with the night, these people did not move I could not have noticed at all, they each held shovels, hoes and bamboo baskets in their hands, one of them sat on the stone and looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and glanced at me very calmly.

Scar lowered his voice and said, "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid it's a hook when I catch a bud, I don't know if there's a little lurking in the tree." ”

As soon as the seven or eight people around heard it, all the guys in their hands were thrown away, and they quickly took out a bright knife, and the middle-aged man known as the shopkeeper put away his pocket watch, and still replied to the scar without being surprised: "Shoulder to shoulder, read short, if you are a friend on the ligature, a bowl of water will be brought to everyone to drink, and the idea will come in and sweep the strip, and the piece will bite." ”

I was overwhelmed by the scars, and I was even more shocked when I listened to their conversations, these people were talking in black words, but fortunately, I had read some of my father's books, and I roughly understood what it meant, and the scars meant that I was a spy, and I was worried that there were other people lurking in the grass outside.

Side by side is the meaning of brothers, reading short is not to make a sound, the one who is called the shopkeeper is to let these seven or eight people be vigilant, if it is a friend on the road who partners to seek wealth, if it is a person who wants to eat black and put it in with a gun and a knife.

I bit on the scar's hand, he was in pain, grinning his teeth and didn't dare to make a sound, and threw me on the ground, I was already hungry and had no strength to be thrown to the ground dizzy, I guess I was also scared stupid at the time, and I struggled to get up and shake my head.

"I'm not a spy, no one else, I'm here looking for food."

When these words came out of my mouth, the shopkeeper was stunned, and he immediately became alert, and glanced at the others, and the seven or eight people and the scars all cautiously sneaked into the grass.

I saw that the shopkeeper also had an extra knife in his hand, looking a little nervous, and after a long time everyone else came back, Scar shook his head at him, and the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, put away the knife and looked at me again for a long time.

"Can you understand what we're saying?"

I then realized why he was suddenly alert just now, after all, a thirteen-year-old child shouldn't understand these black words, I nodded, and the shopkeeper took out his pocket watch and looked at it, his eyes fell on me, and asked me if I knew what they were doing?

I didn't dare to speak, these people seemed to know that it was not good stubble, Scar saw that I was silent for a long time, rushed up and kicked me to the ground, the necklace around my neck was hung up and fell in front of the shopkeeper, Scar lowered his voice behind me and scolded: "This bud is not honest, it is not a good bird to understand what we say, pretending to be stupid is not to clean up." ”

Scar scolded and kicked me again, seeing that I still didn't say anything, he was angry and twisted me up from the ground, what I learned the most in these three months was how to live, picked up a stone from the ground, and slammed it on Scar's head at the same time as it was lifted, and suddenly the corner of his eye cracked and blood flowed.

I guess Scar didn't expect me to resist, this time the smash was not light, I almost used all my strength, Scar covered the corners of his eyes and was angry, just wanted to rush over I heard the voice of the shopkeeper behind me: "Enough, how can such a big person be on the bar with a thin baby." ”

Although Scar couldn't swallow this breath, he obeyed the words of the shopkeeper, and he could see that the shopkeeper was giving orders among these people, and the shopkeeper looked at me and asked again, do you know what they do.

"Digging sweet potatoes." I clenched the stone head and blurted out hot.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, even the scar that was smashed by me and the others looked at each other, and for a long time I saw a smile on the shopkeeper's face, of course, this digging sweet potatoes is not really digging sweet potatoes in the field, the black light is blind and talking black words in the wilderness, and you can guess that these people are not doing a legitimate livelihood without thinking.

The only thing that can be done is to rob the tomb, and robbing the tomb in the mountains and fields is called digging sweet potatoes.

"How do you know we're digging sweet potatoes?" The shopkeeper did not deny it and asked with a thoughtful smile.

If I had been older, I would have pretended not to know anything, but I was only thirteen years old at that time, and in the face of a group of fierce people who did not know the origin, I just thought that they would let me go, and I raised my hand and pointed to the surrounding woods in reply.

Here are all tree gardens all around, dozens of acres of continuous together, the Ming Hall is open, the left mound is green and shady into a forest like a white tiger ambushing, the back leans on three big mountains, the big peak is upright, the two peaks are gorgeous, the river on the right surrounds the Ming Hall, like a lion pounces on the rabbit, such a place where the feng shui is excellent and the Qiankun arches the light, and the descendants buried here must be infinitely blessed.

In Feng Shui, it is called the Lion Descending Mountain, which is the best place for Feng Shui, and the stone where the shopkeeper is sitting now is the location of the treasure cave, there must be a tomb below, and the people buried below are either rich or noble.

These are all things I learned from my father's book, and when I finished speaking, almost everyone looked at me with a shocked face, and the shopkeeper's mouth was slightly open for a long time before he reacted, after all, these words came out of the mouth of a child who was only thirteen years old, and anyone who heard it would be surprised, and the shopkeeper asked curiously.

"Who taught you?"

"My dad."

"Where's your father?"

"Dead......" I said, my voice a little dark.

"What about your mother?" The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, and his voice softened slightly.

"I haven't seen it." My answer was even more somber.

The shopkeeper didn't speak for a while, and suddenly a deafening sound of firecrackers in the distance startled me, only then did I know that it was Chinese New Year's Eve, and the firecrackers to welcome the new year made the silent late night noisy, and the shopkeeper nodded to the seven or eight people next to him.

I saw the cats pressing a handle in the woods, and the dull sound of popping came from the ground, but it was completely drowned out by the sound of firecrackers, and I realized that the shopkeeper had been watching the time, and that he was waiting for the sound of firecrackers to cover up the sound of the tomb robbery.

It didn't take long for someone to come back from the woods and nod to the shopkeeper, it seemed that he should have succeeded, and then the others began to prepare the ropes, and the shopkeeper calmly took out a wine jug and two white buns from his arms and said to the others: "Don't panic, it's still early, wait for the open air below." ”

In the cold wind, I saw the white bun in his hand, shivering coldly while swallowing saliva, the shopkeeper took a sip of wine, saw me suddenly smiled, and handed me the wine jug: "Take a sip and it will be warm." ”

I hesitated for a moment, pursed my lips and walked over timidly, took the flask and didn't want to drink it in a big gulp, the spicy wine burned and I kept coughing, it was very strong wine, I couldn't bear it for me who had never drunk it, and the burning stomach was uncomfortable and wanted to vomit, but it was indeed a lot warmer.

The person next to me looked at me and laughed mockingly, and gritted his teeth and poured two more sips in disbelief, and the wine jug was snatched away by the shopkeeper, and he smiled proudly: "This little baby is still very strong, and it will be a difficult master in the future." ”

I picked up the necklace that had just been torn off from the ground, the stones on the pendant somehow separated, the shopkeeper's eyes fell on the necklace, the smile on his face was a little stiff and fixed on his face, and he took the necklace over.

"Give it back!" Once again, I clenched the stone in my hand, the last thing my father had left me.

"Where did you get this from?" The shopkeeper put away the smile on his face and asked seriously.

"My dad gave it to me." I glared at him angrily and replied.

"What's your father's name?" The shopkeeper didn't care about my reaction, and his expression became a little anxious.

"Gu Wu."

"Gu Wu......?!" The shopkeeper repeated the name in his mouth, looking a little dazed and confused, and it took a long time to return the necklace to me, but the stone on the pendant closed again, and I didn't care to tie it and wear it around my neck at that time.

I have been focusing on the white bun in the shopkeeper's hand, and he looked at me with a strange eye, the explosion in the distance gradually thinned, he probably saw me squirming at the white bun's constantly squirming Adam's apple, slowly handed the white bun to me, and then pointed to the hole that was just blown up not far away and asked meaningfully.

"Do you dare to go down?"

I don't know how deep the thief hole is, and I don't know what is inside, but for me, the temptation of the white bun in front of me is completely more than the fear of the thief hole, I didn't even think about taking the white bun in the shopkeeper's hand and devouring it, and stubbornly wiped my mouth.

"Dare!"

The shopkeeper nodded to the others, the scar tied the rope to me and hung me down, the five fingers in the thief hole were pitch black, and it was about seven or eight meters down before my feet stepped on the end, and I stepped on the coffin when I turned on the flashlight that the scar handed to me.

The light of the flashlight passed through the decaying coffin, and I happened to see the corpses inside, and the only black holes left on the skull were staring at me gloomily.

With a shake of the hand, the flashlight fell to the ground, a few meters deep underground, I was a thirteen child, and there was a corpse with a skeleton left next to the darkness all around, and the cold sweat suddenly scared out, and it took a long time to find the flashlight, and I heard the scar on it and scolded angrily.

"What are you afraid of, there are only a few bones left in the dead, and they won't get up and bite you twice, don't grind like a girl underneath, and put everything you can move into a bag."

In the light I saw a sack hanging from above, and I took a scar from underneath.

"If you have the ability, you come down, who is afraid of who is raised by the little mother."

I'm really not afraid, since I was a child, I have seen more dead people than the people above, but just now I suddenly saw a little bit of a little unresponsive, and the scar was angry and continued to scold on it.

"Wang Ba calf, his mouth is still hard, see how Lao Tzu will clean you up later."

I ignored him and put all the things that could be taken down in the sack, and carried them back and forth several times, and when the last sack was pulled up, I never saw the rope put down again, and I was already cold in the cold winter, and I was even more shivering in the ground.

Suddenly, my father seemed to be particularly interested in tombs, and I remember that the most he said to me was that one person did not enter the temple, and the other did not look at the well.

Tomb robbery is a life of life, not only to see the treasure, more importantly, to see the people, the so-called Huashan is more dangerous, the tomb digging treasure is most afraid of seeing the wealth.

This group of people came here in the middle of the night and said black words, clearly not wanting anyone to know their identity and whereabouts, not to mention that I am still an orphan without a father and mother, even if I am buried alive here by this group of people, no one knows.

As soon as I thought of this, I looked up and saw the scar walking to the edge of the robbery hole, looking fierce, squeezing out a sneer at the corner of his mouth, kicking some dirt from above and landing on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Wang Ba Lizi, call you hard-mouthed, since you can understand the black language, do you know what a sinking earth immortal is?" The scar was on it, and he asked coldly.

Shendi Immortal is an incision in the tomb robbery business, which means to be buried alive.

I snorted to the side, picked up the stone on the ground and threw it on it, seeing that the group of people was determined to extinguish their mouths, I said that it was useless, the scar could not see the stone I threw at him in the light, and he was about to hit the scar from the side and stretched out a hand to catch it steadily, and the shopkeeper walked to the side of the thief hole above and gave a white look at the scar.

"In less than half a day, you were injured twice by a small baby, you still have the face to play tricks here, hurry up and take someone to pack up and withdraw."

I was a little desperate in my heart, watching the shopkeeper squatting on top of the thief hole and staring at me for a long time, and asked me thoughtfully.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Men are as dead as iron!" I puffed up my chest and replied with immaturity and stubbornness, which my father had taught me, and in fact I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but I felt as if it was appropriate to say it now.

The shopkeeper shook his head with a smile on it, and threw down a white bun, I didn't think about it so much, after all, I was young at that time, and I didn't have much concept of death. ”

"The master's name is Gu Chaoge." I replied arrogantly while gobbling up the white bun.

The shopkeeper laughed happily on it, then stood up and patted the dirt on his body and disappeared into the hole, at that moment all my heroism and stubbornness were completely overwhelmed by fear and fear, and I swallowed the last bite of bun and found myself trembling all over.

I suddenly heard the shopkeeper's arrogant laughter from above: "Gu Chaoge...... Fifty miles of the night strings of the song, eight hundred princes towards the Ling Mountain, is a good name, if you can climb up, follow me. ”

I first experienced what it means to survive in a desperate situation when a rope was thrown from above, but many years later, I looked back on what happened and realized that it was perhaps from that moment that I was destined to climb out of that rope and embark on a thrilling, mysterious, and bizarre legendary journey.

I was taken back to Chengdu by the shopkeeper, he ran a small scale of pawnshop called Sifang in Xiaoguanmiao, in the 80s Xiaoguanmiao in Chengdu antique industry status equivalent to Pan Jiayuan, because every 12 o'clock in the evening to open the market, hence the name ghost market.

The shopkeeper's surname is Ye, and Ye Jiuqing's name was very popular in the Xiaoguanmiao ghost market at that time, but no one ever called him by his name, and always politely saluted the shopkeeper Ye.

There are only two ways to do antique business, the light is sold on the stall, and there are some people who dare not see the light, you dare to sell it, and some people dare to accept it.

Of course, Ye Jiuqing can't do anything that is smart and loses his head, so he has this pawnshop called Sifang, which only pawns and does not sell stolen goods, and as soon as the things are put on the counter, they will be valued and billed to give money, if they are really traced, they are pawns at best, and they can't be related to the stolen goods of tomb robbers.

Later, I figured out that all of them are selling dog meat with sheep's heads, and this Quartet pawnshop is actually a disguise, secretly doing it is a tomb robbery business, the southwest region calls tomb robbers a mouse, and the Quartet pawnshop is a rat nest, and the rat head is of course Ye Jiuqing, and everything is decided by him.

Below is the master Feng Cheng who is responsible for collecting news and contacting the gold owner of the pot, and then Wei Hu, who is specifically responsible for digging the grave, that is, the scar that was injured by me, the people in the pawnshop in the Quartet call him General, and the person in charge of valuation and appraisal is called Zhao Yan.

When I went to the Sifang pawnshop with Ye Jiuqing, he asked the general to push me to the firewood room like a chicken, boiled two large pots of hot water to wash me like a scalding pig, and threw me clothes as big as a robe......

Ye Jiuqing asked me to give me a bowl of rice with meat on it, and before I finished eating, he put a piece of paper in front of me, he said that the pawnshop has the rules of the pawnshop, and if you take the money from the pawnshop, you have to have something to mortgage if you can't afford it, and the same is true for eating the pawnshop's meal, I owe the pawnshop and have to sign the pawnshop first.

At that time, I just cared about filling my stomach and didn't understand what he was talking about, so I was confused and Ye Jiuqing grabbed my handprint and put red mud on the pawn ticket and pressed my handprint, and he told me when it was finished, this pawn ticket is considered a broken pawn, which means that the thing is not redeemed within the time limit after being pawned, and this thing is considered a pawnshop.

I gave myself to Ye Jiuqing in a daze, and I was still broken, to put it simply, my life is not mine from the moment I pressed that handprint.

That's how I stayed in the Sifang pawnshop, and after a long time, I slowly found that these people in the Sifang pawnshop are not as bad as I thought, the first thirteen years I relied on my father to eat the dead and mourn the feast to feed, and the next ten years I was pulled up by this group of bad old men who made a fortune from the dead, as I said at the beginning, I was raised by the dead This sentence is not an exaggeration.

I was just an apprentice at the beginning of the Sifang pawnshop, but everyone jokingly called me master, because when I first met Ye Jiuqing, I answered him arrogantly in the thief cave, and I was estimated to be the only one who dared to call Ye Jiuqing in front of Ye Jiuqing, and this matter became the laughing stock of the Sifang pawnshop for a long time, and everyone called me that.

As the saying goes, follow a good person, learn a good person, and follow Duangong to carry the evil god, what good can a child learn from a group of lawless and evil tomb robbers every day.

Ye Jiuqing is a master of tomb visiting, he has been forcing me to learn his tomb exploration techniques and skills, I don't know if I really have talent in this area, or because I have read my father's books since I was a child.

In ten years, I watched Ye Jiuqing slowly gain weight and gain weight, and when he walked, the flesh on his waist would tremble, and I had learned everything he taught me, the only thing I didn't have was experience, because although Ye Jiuqing taught me to visit the tomb, he never let me participate in it.

The general will take me to some stolen tombs to teach me how to dig graves, from the very beginning how to use the Luoyang shovel and even the first shovel to explore the cave is he taught me by hand, and then how to rob the hole and how to go down to the tomb to touch the treasure, he taught me for ten years and scolded while beating for ten years, never been subdued by him, but the body was beaten by him more and more porcelain.

When I first met him, he was a thirty-five man, and after ten years of digging a thief hole, I could see him gasping a little powerlessly, I guess he really couldn't move me, but I also let him know that he hadn't taught in vain in the past ten years, and I didn't expect him to say the four words "green out of blue" to Ye Jiuqing.

In addition to being taught these by Ye Jiuqing and the general, I spent most of the rest of my time with Feng Cheng, he is quite similar to my father, his only hobby is reading, he also forced me to read and also taught me the things in the book, Feng Cheng is very strict and does not talk much, but they are all into the wood, three points, and they are rich in learning, five cars, and the ancient and the present.

Feng Cheng said that I am talented, intelligent and witty, and I also have the ability to never forget, so what he taught, I can always quickly become familiar with the heart and understand it, all say that hooligans are not terrible, I am afraid that hooligans are educated, when I was twenty-three years old, Xiaoguanmiao Ghost Market knew that the Sifang pawnshop had a Gu Xiaoye who could play hooligans and was also educated.

In the pawnshop is Zhao Yan, who is still old and not serious, he was the one who played me Niu Niu back then, as long as he went up to the counter, he would not smile with a straight face, although he had reading glasses, his eyes were cold when he stared at anyone, and he was called King Zhao Yan in the industry.

It's not how powerful he is, the king of Hades judges life and death, he judges the authenticity, and the pawned goods pass through Zhao Yan's hands, and the authenticity can be broken in less than half a minute, and Zhao Yan taught me how to identify and distinguish the authenticity of antiques.

They forced me to learn these skills for ten years, but I have no interest in this industry at all, under their tutelage, I am sleek and arrogant, almost everyone in the pawnshop except Ye Jiuqing has been tricked by me, they are afraid that Ye Jiuqing at least he is reasonable, and I am cynical all by preference.

I was thirteen years old when I first arrived at the Sifang pawnshop, and ten years later they really regarded me as a master, I guess these bad old men who raised me never thought that the child who was pinched by them back then would become the Gu Xiaoye who can't be sent away now.

But as I learned more and more, I gradually realized some things that I didn't notice when I was a child.

When I first met Ye Jiuqing and them, the kind of clothes they wore with cloaks but no sleeves were called mouse clothes, which were specially worn by earth rats at night.

Not only was it able to conceal its whereabouts but it was easy to move around, and although I didn't know the name of the garment at the time, I recognized it at a glance, because my father also had one of these mouse suits.

I still remember when I was a child, every time my father went to carry the coffin for burial, he would always grab a handful of soil from the bottom of the grave and rub it, but now I think about it carefully, I understand that my father was judging the composition of these soil at that time, and the technique is exactly the same as the tomb exploration technique that Ye Jiuqing taught me.

There is also the ancient book of Feng Shui Kanyu that enters the eyes of the earth, I have also seen it in the bookshelf of the seal, but I don't know if it is the reason for the version, the content of the eyes of the earth seen in the seal is obviously different from my father's, and the father's record is more detailed and accurate, and even many of the seals are not collected in the eyes of the ground.

Although it is said that the eye into the earth is a strange book of feng shui, but there are two sides to everything, proficient in the eye of the earth can find the treasure of feng shui for people to be buried, and at the same time, you can also find the location of the mausoleum according to the records on the eye of the earth, it took me a long time to understand and accept the fact that my father is probably not a simple five ghost coffin bearer, he is secretly more like a tomb robber!

As I got older, I discovered that the father I thought was closest to me had too many secrets that I didn't know, and I didn't even know his true identity, until I compared the coordinates on the map with the hard-skin notes I burned in the mountains, and I learned that my father was weird.

From those intermittent and incomplete diaries, I can tell that my father is a soldier who once participated in the state's top secret experiments, but my father is probably involved in much more secrets.

I often sketch in my mind a taciturn mountain coffin bearer and a soldier with a mysterious background and an unknown tomb robber, these are the three identities of my father that I know so far, but even if I rack my brains, I have never been able to relate these three completely unrelated identities to one person.

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