Where the jmnnnnnn grave 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 was our guide. He reminisced as he led us to the grave.

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 the bamboo forests there are dying. The yin qi is no longer there, and it is not so easy to find it.

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, this is there." "

I could barely recognize the bamboo forest, but I didn't expect it to take just a few days. The bamboos have 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 very brittle. If we touch it slightly, it will break. And inside. There was no more bright red blood coming 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 a little worriedly: "Mr. Lu, I'm afraid it's not 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 already 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: "That's 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 a panic: "What's 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 breathing, he said, "Alright, alright." You don't have to run, it's already safe here. "

I was already running out of strength, holding my knees with both hands, bending over and asking, "What the hell is going on?" "

Mr. Lu raised his hand, pointed behind me and said, "See 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 a look of disbelief: "Where is our ancestor?" 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. "Pill Mu Wai.

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.

Indeed, as Aunt Xue said, his body was very well preserved. Not even the hair and beard fell out. Even though I was far away from him, I didn't know why, but I always felt that his heart might still be beating.

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's 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 was taken aback and asked, "You mean, he's still alive?" "

Mr. Lu shook his head: "It's not considered alive, it can be said that it's between life and death." According to my analysis, he should have died back then, but soon after his death, these bamboos took over his body, and now the bamboo roots should have grown into his veins, and the bamboo maintained his body in the way of plant growth. You know, there is no way for a living person to leave his body at will, so his soul cannot leave his body lightly. In other words, these torture bamboos kept him in a state of prosper. and used his body as a prison cell, trapping his soul. "

I couldn't help but sigh: "What a clever method, what a ruthless method." "

Mr. Lu smiled: "Southern Xinjiang witchcraft, in the eyes of the Central Plains people, is naturally unbelievable. These torture bamboos are very tragic when dealing with the living, and even more heinous when dealing with the dead. Fortunately, these bamboos die every twenty years, giving this corpse a chance to breathe, otherwise, no one will be able to find him in a few hundred years. "

I asked Mr. Lui, "What should we do now?" "

Mr. Lu thought for a moment and said, "After all, these bamboos are dead, and after so many years, what is strange is already very weak. We've shoveled the bamboos and cut them off from the corpse. 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 slightly stunned, and said a little unpleasantly: "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." After speaking, he walked over to Xue Qian.

I sneered, "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 slammed it on the white-haired old man's body, and the 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 once 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, which was much lighter than the blood on a human body, and the smell of blood was not so strong, as if it had been diluted many times.

I covered my nose and continued to wield the wooden knife, slashing 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. You can't stay in this place much longer. "

I had just finished saying this when I heard someone say in my ear, "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.