Where that tomb is, I don't know. At that time, I just followed Mr. Lu for half the night, and I didn't know the way. So Mr. Lu became our guide, and he took us to the grave while reminiscing.

Mr. Lu said that the reason why he was able to find it in the first place was because he felt the yin qi of that place. Now that a large number of bamboo forests there are dead, and the yin qi is gone, it is not so easy to find it lightly.

That afternoon he took us around a few times and finally found the graveyard.

The tomb was undulating and overgrown with weeds, and it looked desolate.

Mr. Lu pointed to the withered yellow bamboo forest in the distance: "Look, that's it."

I could barely recognize the bamboo forest, but in just a few days, the bamboo had dried up like this.

Mr. Lu waved his hand and led us over.

The bamboos were lifeless, as if they had been dead for years. They become brittle, and when we touch them a little, they break. And inside, there was no more bright red blood flowing out.

There was no obstacle along the way, and we approached the tomb.

Aunt Xue pointed to the tall mound and asked: Is this the tomb of our Xue family's ancestors?

Mr. Lu nodded: You should worship first. When the prayer is over, we will do it.

Aunt Xue agreed, and cried with Xue Qian burning paper. babbled about the current situation of the Xue family.

Mr. Lu stood aside with his hands in his hands, waiting quietly.

I asked with some concern: Mr. Lu, I'm afraid it won't be easy to dig up this grave. You see, my body is still weak to death, and I won't have to work after a while, right?

Mr. Lu looked at me with a smile and said, "Don't worry, this place can't be dug up, and no one can dig it."

I looked at him with some confusion: What does this mean?

Mr. Lu said: You'll know in a while.

At this time, Xue Qian and Aunt Xue had finished worshipping. They looked at Mr. Lu and said, "Dig it."

Mr. Lu took out a knife and looked at Xue Qian with a smile: If you want to open this tomb, I'm afraid I have to borrow something from you.

Xue Qian looked at him vigilantly: Old Dao, what do you want to do?

Mr. Lu shot like lightning, grabbed his wrist at once, and then the knife quickly cut a hole in Xue Qian's finger.

Xue Qian scolded angrily, struggled hard, and was about to hit with a fist.

Mr. Lu grabbed his wrist and kept shouting: Don't move, don't move, it's a waste.

Aunt Xue saw that the two of them were making trouble, and shouted anxiously: Okay, you two stop for a while, and then toss, it's going to be dark.

Aunt Xue's words had no effect on Mr. Lu. But in Xue Qian's place, there is still some deterrence.

Mr. Lu grabbed Xue Qian's wrist and said with a smile: Did you hear that? Pause for a moment.

I asked Mr. Lui: What are you going to do?

Mr. Lu pointed to the bamboos on the grave and said, "In this bamboo forest, all the bamboos will die, but only these three will not die." If you want to open this tomb, you have to start with these three bamboos.

Then, he grabbed Xue Qian with one hand and peeled the three bamboos with the other. The withered yellow branches and leaves soon scattered to the ground, revealing a touch of green inside.

Mr. Lu said happily: This is it. Then he grabbed Xue Qian's hand and dripped his blood on it.

I don't know if Mr. Lu touched some mechanism, the green quickly turned red, and then the ground trembled, and there seemed to be some living thing underneath, drilling out.

I looked at Mr. Lu in panic: What is the situation?

Mr. Lu hurriedly waved his hand: Go, go quickly.

Then he threw us down and ran away.

The three of us were stunned for a few seconds before we reacted, and everyone scolded and ran wildly behind Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu ran more than 20 steps before stopping. Panting and saying, "Alright, alright." You don't have to run, it's safe here.

I was almost out of strength, and with my hands on my knees, I bent over and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Mr. Lu raised his hand, pointed behind me and said, "Look for yourself."

I turned around and realized that the location of the grave had become a large pit. The pit was full of dark yellow bamboo roots, and they were like misshapen knuckles, wrapped around each other, holding together.

Aunt Xue looked at Mr. Lu with an incredulous expression: Where are our ancestors? How did his grave become like this?

Mr. Lu waved his hand: Don't be impatient. Your ancestors were planted by the Yin Ghost Woman. It is not surprising that his grave has become like this.

Aunt Xue asked: Then where is his body?

Mr. Lu helped Aunt Xue, slowly leaned over, pointed to the center and said: Did you see that red thing?

Aunt Xue looked over there carefully for a while, and suddenly her face changed greatly, and she stepped back again and again and said: How is it possible? It's impossible.

I held her up: What's going on?

Aunt Xue trembled and pointed to the big pit: inside, the corpses of the people inside are still there.

I frowned, hundreds of years have passed, and the corpse is still there?

I leaned over and stood on the edge of the pit and looked over there. I saw a man lying at the bottom of the pit. He was blood-red all over, and extremely obese. These staggered bamboo roots originated from his body.

Mr. Lu pointed at this person and said, "Zhao Mang, do you see it?" This is the ancestor of the Xue family.

I said, "The red in his body must be blood."

Mr. Lu nodded slightly: Actually, it was the blood of the diluted Xue family. The bamboos have been raising this corpse with this blood. Let the soul of this old gentleman not leave here. And then he was able to torture him all the time.

I asked Mr. Lui: What should we do now?

Mr. Lu thought for a while and said, "Let's shovel these bamboos." Naturally, the corpse can be brought out.

Then, he sighed, handed me the wooden knife, and said: Zhao Mang, you take this knife, drill to the bottom, and cut off all the bamboo roots that grow in the old gentleman's body, and this matter is done.

I was a little unhappy and said: Don't always hold me alone. This time I said that I would not go, I would go to you.

Mr. Lu laughed: If you don't want to go, forget it, then I'll find someone else.

I said: That's the best.

As soon as I finished saying this, I suddenly felt someone kick me in the face. I was caught off guard, took a step forward, and fell into the big pit in one fell swoop.

The bamboo roots were stuck there all over the place, and I smashed on them like a fish that was too small, and I encountered a net with too large a mesh. It rolled all the way and leaked.

Then, with a thud, I smashed on the white-haired old man's body, and a thick smell of blood rushed into my nose.

I struggled to get up, and when I looked up, I saw Mr. Lu looking at me with a smile on it.

I scolded him as I grabbed the bamboo roots, intending to climb up.

Mr. Lu said: Zhao Mang, don't think about climbing up. As soon as you show up, I'm sure I'll kick you down. You might as well push the boat and do me a favor.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he threw the wooden knife down.

I looked at the wooden knife that had fallen at my feet. He looked at the corpse lying next to him. I sighed and said, "Well, the white-haired old man begged me to help him." Now I'll help him get rid of it.

I bent down and slipped through the middle of the bamboo roots. I took a wooden knife and slashed hard at the bamboo roots. The bamboo root was cut in half, and pale red blood flowed from it, as if it had been diluted many times.

I covered my nose and continued to wield the wooden knife, cutting off the remaining bamboo roots.

By the time I had done this, the ground around me was almost soaked with this blood.

I breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: it's finally done. It's time for me to go, too.

As soon as I finished saying this, I suddenly heard someone beside me say, "Thank you."

I was startled and couldn't help but look at the white-haired old man. At this time, I was shocked to find that he was slowly opening his eyes.