It took me a period of mental struggle before I mustered up my courage. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info shouted a few times loudly, and began to call for help non-stop, but unfortunately except for my voice echoing in the various passages, no one responded to me.

I grabbed my flashlight and looked around. I was in a stone room, with many holes carved out of the stone wall, a bed for resting, a place to store things, a kang head, etc., which used to be a rest room. The stone chamber was surrounded by passages, but I hesitated to go which way, and most importantly, I couldn't tell the direction.

After a long hesitation, I chose a passage, with a flashlight in my left hand and a monk's shovel in my right hand. The passage is not large, barely able to accommodate an adult to walk normally, and occasionally there are open places, which are the rest points of some former coolies.

I didn't dare to go too fast, I was careful, and the flashlight kept flashing, as if it was about to run out of power. In this ghost place, like the fifth uncle's reminder, you have to pay attention to everything, if you are a little careless, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Suddenly, five or six meters in front of the road, a group of people suddenly appeared, and my heart was beating violently, and I hurriedly stopped. I secretly thought, how could a group of people appear silently. And this group of people didn't hit at all, I couldn't see them at all.

In this narrow passage, the group of people completely blocked my way, and I pinched the shovel and made a defensive posture. The flashlight didn't dare to look at them directly, for fear of offending others, because I knew that they wouldn't be the fifth uncle.

Could it be the other expeditions that entered King Namer's tomb? I thought to myself. After all, this time it was not our team that entered, and I heard that there were a lot of people who came to the tomb of King Nammer.

Strangely, the group of people stood there motionless, without saying a word, and I did not dare to speak easily. And so, we were at a stalemate.

After half a ring, the other party still didn't move, and I wondered how these people did it, just standing there like this. Anyway, we are also considered to be 'like-minded people', are they also guarding against me, they are obviously more than me, are they too careful?

I couldn't help it, and tentatively shouted: "Friend in front, I was just passing by here, and I didn't have any malice. ”

Then, the other side was still quiet, and there was no response at all.

At this time, I realized that something was wrong, if there was a living person on the other side, even if it was a mute, at least two strokes. Why is the other party still motionless, isn't it a human being?

I stepped forward slightly and pointed my flashlight in front of me. In the dim light, a group of people dressed in old clothes appeared in front of me, although I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could probably see that this was not really a living person, but a group of sculptures. The sculptures are as tall and short as people, and the carvings are delicate and lifelike, and in this dark passage, if they can move freely, they are simply a group of living people.

Along the way, I've seen so many sculptures that it's normal to see them here. I really scared myself, and at the same time blamed this flashlight for being too weak, so I could barely follow the road in front of me.

I walked slowly, and five or six humanoid sculptures were not facing me, but looking to the side. Originally, this is a description of the situation when the construction was discussed, and these sculptures all stood respectfully aside, looking at the sculpture sitting at the table in the stone wall.

I looked at the stone table, and there were some maps made of clay on it, which was full of three-dimensionality. I woke up suddenly, could this be the terrain of the underground tomb of King Nammh? If that's the case, then I'm not going to get a map of the underground.

But I watched it for a long time, and finally gave up in disappointment. This may not be a real map, or a local map. It's not obvious that it belongs there, and the map is a small maze that makes it hard to remember every passage.

Nothing was gained, and I turned to leave. Now I have to hurry up and find the fifth uncle and they are the way, otherwise once the flashlight is completely extinguished, I can only grope my way forward in the dark, and that will be troublesome.

Just turned around, not a single step.

Suddenly!

A cold hand was placed on my shoulder, and although it was through my clothes, I could still feel the biting temperature. In an instant, my hairs stood on end. There are no other people in this passage but me, and all that's left is the sculpture, but they won't move!

I can't help but wonder, did I meet the legendary 'ghost on the shoulder'?

As the saying goes: people are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points. It's normal for people to be afraid of ghosts, but why are ghosts more afraid of people? That's because people have three fires, distributed on the top of the head and shoulders, representing the strength of a person's body and the prosperity and decline of his blood. When the three fires are weak, that is, when a person is weak, at this time, the yang energy decreases and the yin energy rises, and in this case, it is easy to encounter dirty things.

'Ghost on the shoulder' is to say: in order to hook the soul, the ghost is afraid of the three fires on the person, so he will first extinguish the three fires on the person, so he will put his hand on the person's shoulder. Every time a person turns around, a fire will be extinguished, and when all three fires are extinguished, the ghost can completely seduce the soul of the person.

Rumor has it that if you are taken on a shoulder when you walk at night, don't look back. Be sure to ask who it is first, and if someone answers, that's fine; If there is no answer, then hurry and leave the land of right and wrong.

I heard about this 'ghost shoulder' in the village when I was a child, and I asked my grandfather later. But grandpa said that there is no such thing in the world, and those who have really encountered 'ghosts on their shoulders' are either mentally tired and hallucinating, or they are joked by others.

They all said that grandpa was high, and he said that there was no such thing as 'ghost shoulders', so I naturally believed grandpa's words.

I stood there, my hand resting quietly on my shoulder, feeling my shoulder getting colder and colder. I wanted to turn around, but I was scared of what to do if it was really a ghost's shoulder. It's always weird to keep your head down and keep going, with one hand on your shoulder like this.

In the end, I still believe in my grandfather, there will be no such thing as a 'ghost shoulder' in the world.

Thinking about this, I suddenly turned my head sharply.

I saw a white arm on my shoulder from the darkness, and I subconsciously stepped back, raised the shovel in my hand and slashed it at the arm.

There was a soft 'snap', and the arm was split and hung on the ground, shattered. When I saw the flashlight, I immediately exhaled. It turned out to be an arm shaped by white plaster, no wonder it was white in the dark.

That's when I found out. At some point, the sculptures all turned to face me, and the arm on my shoulder belonged to one of them.

I turned around for a moment, how did they turn around? Even if someone carries it, there is no time! And in this passage, there was silence, and I didn't hear a sound at all.

I had the courage to shine a flashlight on the sculptures. The statue's eyes looked at me coldly, and no matter how I moved, I was always stared at by them. And at this moment, I only paid attention to these sculptures, and they all had a strange smile on their faces, and the smile was evil and cold.

My whole body was creepy by these sculptures.

Although my heart was full of fear at the moment, I did not panic and tried to keep myself calm.

If it's not 'ghosts', then is there something here that has been touched by me? What made these sculptures turn around en masse?

I don't know if I'm looking for an answer, or if I'm just looking for an explanation to comfort myself. When I figured it out, I felt that this place was normal.

I kept telling myself that there are a lot of weird things going on in the world, but there are never ghosts. Most of the so-called ghosts are legends, or people themselves scare themselves. At the same time, tell yourself that you can't scare yourself, and you must be calm when you encounter things, and don't lose your head.

After a struggle of my own thoughts, I was ready to leave here. I wouldn't really explore the real reason for the sculpture's turn, which would only waste me time and increase my fear.

However, I had barely walked a few dozen meters when the flashlight suddenly went out. I shook it vigorously and kept tapping the flashlight, and although it flashed a few times, it still didn't work. Suddenly, it was pitch black in front of my eyes, and I couldn't tell the direction at all.

This time, I was completely panicked.

If there is no light, let me walk alone in the dark passage, how dare I walk. Even if I dare to go, how can I distinguish the fork in the road, how can I get out?

I sat on the ground, huddled in a ball, shovel snuggled against me. I finally understood why the monk valued his shovel so much, it turns out that this mausoleum can really give people a lot of courage.

I hurriedly opened the back cover of the flashlight and took out the battery inside. When I was a child, every time the flashlight battery died, we used to hold the battery in our hands and rub it constantly. When you put it in the flashlight again, the battery will hold for a while.

Actually, I don't know if this trick is useful or not, now it's a dead horse as a live horse doctor, no matter what, I have to give it a try. As long as there is a little hope, when I really despair, it will be really over.

I rubbed the two batteries vigorously, my hands were hot, and I felt like I was about to catch fire. After a while, when I turned on the flashlight switch again, it really lit up.

I was overjoyed and hurriedly turned off the flashlight, not daring to waste power even for a second.

I got up and kept going, and this time, I walked faster. And the flashlight is turned on, and after seeing the road ahead, it will be turned off immediately to discredit the advance. I don't know if this method is more wasteful or conservative, at the moment I just feel that as long as you don't use it, you are saving.

This approach has allowed me to move a long way.

Suddenly!

As I turned off my flashlight, a cold hand rested on my shoulder again.