Chapter 722: Framed

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I drank some porridge in the hospital, moved a little, and felt a lot better. This article has been updated. Mr. Lu and Xue Qian handled the discharge procedures for me and took me back.

The whole day was uneventful. It's time for the evening. I had a big knife on my back, and I was going to dig up the so-called Danfang.

At this time, the streets were empty. It was just the three of us, walking quietly. This situation is so similar to what it was in a dream. I suddenly wondered, am I awake now, or am I dreaming?

Suddenly, Xue Qian next to her smiled and said, "What if after a while, the three of us meet that old man?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "If the old man's purpose is really to lead us over. He sees us from afar, and he will not appear again. ”

I followed the route in my dream, went out of Huaicheng, and wandered around the suburbs. Sure enough, I found the path, and after a short walk along the path, I saw a new grave over there.

Far away. I pointed to the new grave and said, "That's it, we're here." "A total of good blood.

Xue Qian smiled: "Lao Zhao, you can read carefully." It's just a small dirt bag, don't dig it wrong. ”

I smiled bitterly: "This place, I have come three times in my dream, how can I dig it wrong?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "Then you go and dig, we are waiting for you here." ”

I was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you going to go?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "In the dream, you came here by yourself. The two of us have broken the rules by sending you here. It's best to follow the hints in the dream, step by step. After all, this matter is related to Danfang, and it is very important. ”

I sighed, "In that case, you guys should wait here." ”

I took the big knife from my back and placed it horizontally in front of me. Then he walked towards the new grave step by step.

The reason why I call him the new grave. Because there is a wreath on the grave. Because of the heavy rain in the previous two days, the wreath was already a little dilapidated, and the colored paper was pasted on the bamboo strips, which looked very desolate. However, this bleak feeling just adds to its eerie horror.

I crouched down, thought for a moment, took a candle out of my bosom and lit it.

In the dream, there was no such candle, but I had to light it. For a cloud came from the sky, and the moonlight was tightly obscured.

By candlelight, I began to dig graves. In my memory, the old man was digging from the grave, one diagonally downward. It runs through the tomb. In this case, is the jade box a burial object for the dead?

I wondered a little in my heart, people who can use Danfang as a funeral gift are not considered to be high-ranking people. It should also be rich and expensive, why is this new tomb so lonely?

I say it's lonely because there's nothing left but a wreath. Not even a tombstone. This shows that the person buried in the grave has no relatives in the world, and his funeral is very hasty. It can also be proved that he has no money, otherwise, even if he has no relatives, he can let himself be buried in glory.

I was digging and thinking about it for a long time, and I could only give myself a reasonable explanation: "Someone hid the Danfang in this inconspicuous new tomb." Because no one would have imagined that such a treasure would be hidden in such a place. ”

I dug for a while, and my fingers touched something relatively hard. I was overjoyed. Got it?

Then, I felt that something was wrong, this thing was hard to earth, but it was very different from jade.

I leaned over with a candle and shone it down with the candlelight. I found out that I had just dug up a straw mat. The straw mat faintly showed the appearance of a person.

I was startled and leaned back. Staring at the dead man inside in disbelief.

After a few minutes, the dead man did not move, and there was no sign of the corpse, and I slowly relaxed. I squatted on the ground and frowned and thought: "It seems that this kid is indeed a poor ghost, and after he died, he didn't even have a coffin, and he was buried with a broken mat, which is only a little better than being thrown into a mass grave and being bitten by cats and dogs." ”

I looked back at Mr. Lu and Xue Qian, who were still staring at me not far away. But they are hidden in the darkness, and they seem a little distant.

I sighed and continued digging with a broadknife. I have seen a dead man, and I am naturally reluctant to touch him again. Ten minutes later, I had dug up the grave entirely, revealing the dead.

He was buried very shallowly, almost lying in a shallow pit. And when the corpse lies inside, its nose is even higher than the ground. I couldn't help but shake my head: "The person in charge of burying him is too immoral." How much effort can be wasted digging a deep pit? ”

I crouched on the ground, a little hesitant. Now the situation is obvious. Eighty percent of the jade box is hidden in the broken mat, do I have to shake the mat open and rummage carefully? This is also too desecration of corpses.

I sighed and whispered, "It's no wonder to offend, it's no wonder to offend." Looking at your funeral, you probably weren't a rich person when you were alive. When I find the jade box, I'll burn some paper for you and make you a rich ghost. ”

I used a big knife to pick up the hemp rope that tied the broken mat, and while picking it, I suddenly understood in my heart what I meant by myself in a dream a few days ago.

Isn't the scene of digging the grave now similar to the self I saw in my dreams? The ghost was probably suggesting to me that one day, I would come to this place to dig graves. The little ghost's thinking is very simple, what the past me, the future me, I'm afraid I think of him complicated.

After a few seconds, the broken mat had been picked open by me. This mat had been buried in the soil for a few days, and it had rotted away, and when I picked it up, it naturally fell apart. And the corpse's body also appeared with spots and nausea. Seeing this scene, I felt like throwing up.

I know he doesn't smell much better. However, although my cold is cured, my sense of smell has not yet recovered, which is a good thing for me.

In a dream, a poisonous snake bit me in the neck. So at the moment I was extremely cautious, refusing to approach the corpse, and kept groping with a big knife.

I searched around the corpse, but I didn't see the jade box. I wondered in my heart, "Have you been deceived by a ghost?" The old man told me to come in the middle of the night to dig up the body so that I could watch my jokes? ”

I shook my head: "He gave me dreams over and over again. It couldn't have been a long way to bring me here just to see the excitement. ”

I stared at the corpse for a moment, thinking, "Could it be that the jade box is pressed under him?" ”

I held the candle up, trying to shine under him and see what was going on. However, when the candlelight flickered across his cheek, I was stunned.

This corpse is very familiar.

He had been lying in the dirt for days without a coffin. The whole body was exposed to the dirt, so it was rotting terribly. It's just that there are some remaining traits that I recognize. This old man is none other than the one who gave me my dreams.

I was a little amused: "Is this guy sick?" Changing the law to invite me here, just to dig up your own grave? ”

I was thinking of this, when suddenly the corpse's eyes opened. I was horrified, and I turned around to leave. But the corpse sat up abruptly, stretched out its arms, and embraced me.

It's true that the broadsword is a sharp weapon, but it's too big. I'm being held by the arm now, and I can't even pick it off. I could only open my mouth and shout loudly, "Mr. Lu, something happened." ”

As soon as I had finished speaking, the corpse opened its mouth and blew black air into my face. Immediately, it lay on the ground and did not move.

I felt like my face was spicy, like I had been coated with chili pepper water. Immediately afterward, there was some pain, as if it had been roasted by fire. Immediately, the pain intensified, and I felt like hot oil was pouring down my face. I wailed in pain and fell to the ground. I felt my face melt.

I reached out and wanted to touch my face. However, a hand grabbed me. He said beside me, "Zhao Mang, don't move. This face can't be touched, it's poisonous. ”

I was in so much pain that I couldn't take care of Sven. He scolded: "Sick, really sick." This old man has eaten so much, so hurt me? ”

Mr. Lu took out a steel needle and pricked it on my head. I felt a coolness coming in through the eye of the needle, and the pain in my face was much better. ♂