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Lao Wu also knew that this was likely to be the last time he took his own car, and when he arrived at the destination, the three big money in the car said goodbye to himself, I really don't know when I will be able to make so much money like these few days in the future, and now Lao Wu just wants to send them to the destination as soon as possible, so that he can take the next order. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

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The driver, Lao Wu, just sent the three of them to a vacant lot, Meng Xin pushed the car door and got out of the car, and the fat man and Lao Yuan also came down one after another.

As far as the eye can see, there are large barren mountains, which are covered with vegetation that has dried up for a long time, making the whole mountain bare and have a desolate artistic conception.

Now this place is not a destination, according to what Lao Wu said, to go to Half Moon Mountain, you have to follow this asphalt road at your feet, and then walk to another end.

What is surprising is that as soon as the three of them got out of the car with their front feet, Lao Wu quickly turned the front of the car and turned around, and the smoke was gone.

"Why do I feel like this thing has pitted us?" The fat man couldn't help but speak as he watched the Volkswagen slowly shrink in his field of vision, and finally disappear on the horizon.

"It seems that as he said, this mountain is equivalent to a forbidden area in the eyes of the locals."

The fat man glanced at Lao Yuan, who spoke, nodded, and a rare heavy color appeared between his eyebrows.

"It's still daylight, but it doesn't hurt to be careful, I have a gut feeling that it's a little weird here."

The fat man withdrew his gaze, "Huh, what about him?" ”

Lao Yuan pointed with his chin, and the fat man then saw that Meng Xin had already walked along the asphalt road for a distance, only to see him say: "Let's go, don't look at the scenery, it's the right thing to find a position while it's still dark, and it's best to avoid unnecessary risks." ”

Hearing this, the fat man and Lao Yuan hurried up.

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"There's a question, I wonder if you've found it?"

"What's the problem?" The two looked at the fat man.

The three of them had been wandering around the mountain for most of the day, and had not yet found the location shown on the map.

In fact, the map does not give a precise location, someone must hold the map and look for similar landforms in the mountain according to the topographical description in it.

Generally, when the ancients chose the cemetery, they actually chose it with reference to the living people's houses, and the living people paid attention to their fortunes, and when it came to fortune, they were actually inseparable from the feng shui of their own homes.

And the same is true for the dead, cemeteries cannot be chosen randomly.

Luck, this kind of thing is very wonderful, the choice of the cemetery, generally speaking, nothing, the death of the dead is empty, anyway, the dead do not feel whether their new residence is comfortable, let alone because of dissatisfaction and the corpse out of the scourge of the living, but, people pay attention to, a kind of connection in the dark.

The ancients treated their deceased ancestors with tablets to worship, to put it in layman's terms, that is, to worship their ancestors as gods, and they all had some faith in their hearts, that is, they expected their ancestors to bless their descendants.

Therefore, if the cemetery is not chosen well, it will harm a generation of people, and if it is serious, it will count eighteen generations from one's own generation, and one generation will be more and more unlucky.

Meng Xin also can't say whether this theory is right or wrong, but it undoubtedly gives great convenience to the tomb robbers, no one can starve to death Mr. Feng Shui, why, because Mr. Feng Shui has shown people Feng Shui for most of his life, where there is a tomb, where there is a big tomb, how can he not see it?

I really can't go on anymore, it's normal to roll up my sleeves and go down and get one or two, but since they are feng shui gentlemen, they naturally understand the stakes, and taking dead people's things is to break the life of the living, not as a last resort, no one does this kind of thing, and under normal circumstances, people with this kind of ability are naturally respected everywhere, how can they be so down.

Seeing that success attracted the attention of the other two, the fat man took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

Like this kind of field work, the members have a unique advantage, that is, they will never worry about the problem of dry food and water, I believe that even if there is a desert in front of the three of them, they do not have to worry about survival, because the daily necessary dry food and water can be exchanged from the platform, just consume some points, points are important, but in this case, it is worth spending.

"We've been on this mountain for most of the day, and you must have found out that this is the way up the mountain, but why didn't I even find the shadows of other people?" The fat man said, and the more he talked, the more he wondered.

By this time they had long since left the asphalt road and turned into a path up the hill, which was not strictly a road, but because the bushes in the middle were sparser than in the other places.

Meng Xin and Lao Yuan both knew what the fat man meant by "other people", and like him, Meng Xin and Lao Yuan of course also discovered the strangeness of this mountain.

Because, this mountain of bushes, as if no one cared for it for a long time, is so clean that there is not even a footprint.

Even if this mountain is a forbidden area, there may be reasons why the country deliberately blocked the news about this place, so that no one usually cares about it at all, but the fat man has been letting the news out for some days, and Meng Xin doesn't believe that everyone else is not interested in it except them.

"Maybe everyone else has already found a place, and everything that needs to be done has been done, and by the time we get there, there will only be an empty pit left."

Meng Xin shook his head when he heard what Lao Yuan said, he didn't believe that other people's movements would be so fast, if things were really that simple, then there was no need for the three of them to come here.

Meng Xin stopped, and at the same time, Lao Yuan also stopped his steps.

The fat man stood in place, the soles of his feet were windy, and the fallen leaves next to him were blown around the fat man's body, and then the fat man screamed, his eyes burst out with a golden light, and swept around.

Meng Xin quietly watched the fat man's approach, and Lao Yuan didn't bother him when he saw this, but took out a spinning dart by himself and kept throwing it at an old locust tree in front of him, as if he was practicing the crosshairs of throwing darts, and it seemed to be passing the boring time.

Like this kind of ritual, along the way, the fat man has done it many times,

Soon, after looking around, the fat man immediately turned into a deflated ball, apparently not finding anything abnormal, let alone the entrance to the tomb.

The fat man sat on the grass, a little frustrated, for after all this time they were still like a headless fly, and had not even found the exact place, which made him wonder if the trip was correct.

"In my opinion, this is just an ordinary barren mountain, let alone people, I haven't even seen a ghost."

The fat man wasn't talking angry, he could really see ghosts, and if they did, maybe they would be able to surmise that they were not far from the entrance of the tomb.

"No, it's no ordinary mountain."

Oh?

The fat man looked at Meng Xin, and couldn't guess why he said this, you know, if there was really a situation in this mountain, he had opened the eye of heaven so many times, and it stands to reason that he should have discovered it a long time ago.

"You look behind you and look at the grass behind you."

Brushwood?

When the fat man heard Meng Xin's inquiry, his gaze swept behind him reflexively,

Behind the three of them, there is a flat grass, after winter, the grass loses its moisture, so it becomes yellow, due to the effect of the wind, causing them to be crooked in the same direction, just like the hair that has just been combed with a comb, but these hairs show a withered yellow color without nutrition.

The grass was as flat as ever, and the arrival of the trio did not ruin its original beauty.

Normal, isn't it?

It's just that, there's a problem,

What about their footprints?

Although they did not deliberately destroy this artistic conception, it was inevitable that some marks would be left behind, such as footprints.

The three of them weren't airborne by helicopter, so if that were the case, they wouldn't have to worry about that.

The fat man gasped, and a white terror that could not be described in words filled his mind,

"What about our footprints, I remember they were still there?" The fat man's voice was already trembling slightly,

The fat man was the oldest member of the three, and the most powerful, and even he felt that things seemed to have exceeded their expectations.

Not only just now, in fact, it has always been there in front, but suddenly, taking advantage of the gap in the consciousness of the three people, all the footprints disappeared out of thin air.

"Gone!"

Lao Yuan looked at the old locust tree standing tall in front of him, and he couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Hearing Lao Yuan's voice, the fat man jumped up and stood up, don't look at his bloated body, but he is a flexible fat man.

Meng Xin also looked at the call, only to see Lao Yuan pointing at the lonely half-cut whirling dart that went deep into the trunk of the tree, and his knuckles trembled slightly because of the unpeace in his heart.

After that, Lao Yuan stepped forward and pulled out the dart, and as the dart was removed, a dent was left on the trunk of the old locust tree, and the white color shown in the dye was still very fresh, exuding a unique smell of plants.

Meng Xin knew that Lao Yuan couldn't be so disgraced just because of this, because it wasn't like the bearing he should have at that age, and it didn't look like the performance of a senior member.

"When the fat man did it just now, I practiced darts here, and according to my impression, I have thrown no less than ten times, and each time I crossed the position is different, but ......"

Lao Yuan didn't continue, but the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious, first, Lao Yuan didn't have the strength to do a hundred shots, and every time he threw a dart, he looked at a place, but he regarded it as a pastime; Second, obviously Lao Yuan didn't need to lie to himself, what he meant was that the scratches on the front were not absent, but gone.

Is it gone?

Like footprints, also gone?

Meng Xin digested everything that was happening in front of him, and at the same time tried to think about the reason.

The surroundings were quiet, and before they knew it, the traces left by the three of them had been quietly erased, as if they had never been here at all.

The three of them looked at each other, standing in a triangle, and an inexplicable fear appeared in their hearts.

And here they were afraid.