In the Northeast, where birds are not garbage, it snows in winter, and the mountains are white. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky is high and the clouds are black, the heart is black, the sky is dark, the hearts of the people are darker than the dark clouds in the sky, and the northeast is still a little cold in the morning.

The big smoker sat in a snowfield, took the tail of the last puff of the cigarette, snuffed out the butt of the cigarette casually, threw the butt of the cigarette in the snow at will, stretched out a stinky foot that had not been bathed for seven or eight days, stepped on xi, turned his eyes, and gave a few old immortals behind him a few looks, and the five old guys carried shovels to a small hillside nearby.

The big smoker is over sixty years old, and he is a professional treasure thief, and after graduating from elementary school in eight or eight years, he came out to fool around in society, and he has not made any use for seven or eight years. Except for befriending a group of hooligans who eat and drink on the street, nothing has been done, and the money saved from several years of part-time work was supposed to be ready to marry a wife, but not a penny was saved, and all the money from the part-time job was spent in the flower and wine field. He had nothing to do, and met a fortune-telling old man who was about to die, the old man was a veritable treasure thief, since the big smoker followed him, the life gradually became better in the future, the fortune-telling old man valued him very much, taught him the fortune-telling gossip he had learned all his life, and taught him the craft of stealing treasures, so, after the death of the fortune-telling old man, the big smoker monopolized the power, began to run around and tired, recruit troops, and collect some shrimp soldiers and crabs will steal treasures for themselves.

On this day, when it was the turn of the big smoker and a few of his apprentices to touch the treasure, they turned out a Western Zhou tomb, and the sealed mound of the Western Zhou Dynasty tomb was still well preserved, at least it had not been touched by others, the height of this small soil slope was at least twenty meters high, if you started from the front, this may have to dig for several days, in order not to make a lot of effort, the big smoker decided to let the apprentices tie the explosives first, and use the explosives to blast a big hole from the top of the small soil slope, and then, directly use the whirlwind shovel to start from the front, and dig vertically.

Entering the cave to dig is a bald little apprentice, he has no hair on his head, and the whole head is lame, like a big winter melon, which makes people feel funny when they look at it.

The big smoker stood above the thief hole, watching the bald little apprentice enter the thief hole to dig the soil, but he was sitting on the side, smoking a cigarette, for the big smoker, this job was done at least hundreds of times, every time he returned empty-handed, he felt that this job should be stopped, after all, the treasure was not dug up, and he had to spend money to support his subordinates these old immortals, since a few years ago there was a fortune teller old monk who gave him a hexagram, saying that his life to make a fortune has been broken, if you stop it now It's too late, digging treasure This job is to make a fortune from the dead, To understand in moderation, the dead man's wealth is very unlucky.

The big smoker didn't think so, he felt that digging treasure was a good job for him to make money, and he relied on digging treasure in the cave to eat the dead. If one day he stops, he estimates that he will have to beg on the street, think about the scenery of decades ago, digging treasure and making a lot of money, he will not stop him from moving forward for the sake of a fortune-telling old monk talking nonsense, he wants to get rich, and he wants to get rich overnight, then he has to dig treasure.

Therefore, he didn't listen to the dissuasion of the old fortune teller, and insisted on doing this job, thinking about it, it was sixty years, and the big smoker still didn't give up. Although he hasn't made a fortune all these years, the old fortune-telling monk was really guessed correctly by him, the big smoker still doesn't believe in evil, he believes that he will always find an excellent good crypt, and he will vote for him, grass him, grandma's, Lao Tzu really doesn't believe it.

After a few hours, the thief hole had been beaten by the bald little apprentice, and when he looked into the hole, it was dark and secluded, like a bottomless pit. The big smoker took a deep breath, and wanted to reach out and take out a wolf's tooth flashlight from his trouser pocket, and just wanted to stick his head into the hole, but who would have thought that there was a sudden sound of fleshy laughter from inside the hole.

''Hahaha...'''The sound was staccato and sometimes long, sometimes slow, and the sound was like a ghost crying, not to mention how scary.

An apprentice wanted to go down the cave with a torch on his head, but the big smoker hurriedly stopped, "Li Dagouzi, don't go down yet, let's see the situation first." ‘’

Li Dagouzi hurriedly said, "Master, the bald man is still in the thief cave." ‘’

''I know, but there was such a strange laugh coming from the cave, and I guess the bald man was eaten by the walking corpses in the cave. ''The Great Smoker said.

''What, the bald man was eaten by the walking corpse. No, I have to go down and save him, he's my brother. Li Da Gouzi said and wanted to burrow his head into the hole again. Several other old immortal apprentices also hurriedly followed behind Li Dagouzi.

The big smoker looked at the actions of several apprentices, and his heart was really depressed, so he had no choice but to say to everyone, "Okay, since you insist on going down the cave, then I can't stop you, go, go down the cave." ‘’

With a wave of his hand, the five men walked towards the depths of the thief cave with torches. A group of people crawled into the hole all the way like dogs, the big smoker is really him, my mother admires this bald little apprentice, every time the thief hole is so narrow, just like the threshold, the height of the whole thief hole is only one meter, when people go forward, they must bend down, it doesn't matter, in case the hole is too narrow, as soon as the person enters, in case the body is stuck in the thief hole, then what to do.

After about a stick of incense, a group of people finally climbed into the depths of the cave, this is a huge tomb, the big smoker made a detailed estimate, walked around, this tomb is at least more than 100 square meters, the tomb is paved with green bricks all around, magnificent and magnificent, the surface of the green bricks is hung with layers of murals, the big smoker took a flashlight around the tomb and walked around, stretched out his calloused hand and counted the murals in the tomb, there are more than 300 in total. There are also several platforms in the burial chamber, on which are placed many ancient artworks such as bronzes, clay pots, gold, silver, jade, etc. Not only that, but there is also a keel coffin on the south side.

When the big smoker saw the grandeur of the tomb and the treasures of the tomb, he wondered how happy he was,, his grandmother's, this time it was a good deal.

Just as he wanted to do it, he saw a burst of laughter from the tomb at some point, and then a burst of fire startled the big smoker. The laughter was a bit of a thief, as if someone else owed him money.

''Hey, hey, hey... ''The Great Smoker sniffed the source of the sound, which was coming from the keel coffin to the south. A few apprentices had just entered the cave, and no one had ever seen this posture, feeling that there were ghosts in this tomb.

The four of them hugged each other, so frightened that they peed their pants directly and stood aside silently.