"This time my son's kung fu, why is the poker face gone?" Ah Shen muttered and looked around again. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info There is nothing but the dark and dreary shadows of the trees around. I don't know where they are now, and in the darkness, neither the undulating terrain nor the surrounding scenery are real, and even if they look closely, they can't tell the difference. In addition, they were running in such a hurry just now that they didn't notice what direction they were running, and he didn't know whether the road under their feet was up and down. The three of you, look at me, I look at you, but Yin Zhengguo, who was relieved, was the first to relax and said, "Whatever, it's better not to run around this night, there are many beasts in this forest, don't run around and attract wild beasts." After saying that, he looked up at the clear moonlight, yawned, walked to the side under the big tree, took out the sleeping bag from his backpack, and slurred the whole person into the sleeping bag.

Lao Jiang didn't speak, and glanced at Yin Zhengguo. What Yin Zhengguo said is not unreasonable, just now they ran all the way, it was indeed too much movement, I am afraid that there are still some beasts in the deep forest on this snowy night that are not hibernating, thinking that it is better to settle down, if you really encounter a beast, even if you bring dozens of black donkey hooves, it is useless. When Ah Shen mentioned the Black Snake Den just now, he faintly felt a cold wind blowing on his body, rushing straight up his back. The apprehension in my heart has not been eliminated, and the poker face has disappeared without a trace for some reason. He glanced at Yin Zhengguo, who was lying in his sleeping bag again, and thought that he couldn't leave again tonight no matter what. Tomorrow when the day dawns, it will be more directional to find the poker face, such a large snow forest, the poker face will always leave some traces. He took out his sleeping bag from his backpack and lay down next to Yin Zhengguo.

Since just now, Ah Shen has been checking around, and he found that there were no footprints around, the snow around was smooth, and there was no trace of anyone passing by at all. Didn't the poker face pass through here at all? This old Jiang! He complained in his heart, and when he turned around, he found that Lao Jiang and Yin Zhengguo were already lying in their sleeping bags. The searchlight on Lao Jiang's forehead was not taken down, he tilted his head, and the light shone directly on the snow of the leaves of the trees above his head. He walked back to Lao Jiang with difficulty and kicked Lao Jiang's sleeping bag with his foot, "Hey! You don't know where your brother is now, can you sleep? ”

Lao Jiang felt the sorrow of turning over the river and the sea, it was more than a month ago that he came out of Hangzhou, and they stayed in Mohe for a whole month, just to find Wang Qi and get back the blood jade, and now the whereabouts of the poker face are unknown, is all this effort worth it? He thought of the Fulong Gang, the only thing his father had given him during his lifetime, and it was also the backing and motivation for his survival, but he hadn't discovered it before. The Fulong Gang is like a huge net spread across the country, and he used to be the center of this net, but now he feels that he has nothing to do with this net, even without him, the Fulong Gang still exists and works very well. He couldn't help but wonder, was it the Jiang family that created the Fulong Gang, or the Fulong Gang that created the Jiang family? He couldn't help but sigh and said weakly, "Let's rest first......

Ah Shen was stunned for a moment, looking at the two people lying with their eyes closed, a sense of exhaustion suddenly came up, but he was unwilling. Why did the whole figure of the poker face disappear after a while? He turned around and wanted to leave Lao Jiang and Yin Zhengguo to look for it again. As soon as he took a step, Yin Zhengguo's lazy voice came from behind him, "Don't waste your efforts, it's a big night, don't lose yourself, we will have to look for you when the time comes." ”

When Ah Shen heard this, he sat on the ground angrily, "Then tell me what the plan is." ”

"It's dawn tomorrow, find the poker face, and go back to Hangzhou." Lao Jiang's voice was full of real exhaustion. Ah Shen was stunned for a moment and never spoke again.

Poker Face gently pressed the round button the size of a fingertip, and the button was pressed down very lightly, and when it reached the bottom, Pokerface's fingers trembled for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard the sound of wooden planks rubbing in the silent forest, which rang in his ears. Only then did he realize that it was the sound of the wooden box next to him, and he wondered why he was so nervous, and he clearly concluded that it was just a transit storage box. When the lid of the wooden box slid completely to the bottom, he peered inside

It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw him, he was taken aback, and for a moment forgot what kind of reaction he should make. He wanted to scream, but something seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound, and he grew his mouth in a daze. The next second, he smelled the smell of a rushing nose, and he immediately took a step back, leaned on the snow and began to retch.

It's a corpse!

Poker Face closed his eyes, and kept stuffing snow into his mouth, and the cold in his mouth and nose was cold, and the biting coldness knew that his whole face was numb, but he still couldn't get rid of the scene he had just seen.

In the wooden box, there was a corpse lying flat, the corpse had decomposed, half of its face was soaked in blood-stained rotten flesh, half of its face had revealed its white bones, and its eyes were staring abruptly on its shapeless face. Poker Face quickly shook his head, trying to dispel such a picture from his mind.

In his nearly ten years of archaeological career, he has seen countless dried corpses and bones, and in his eyes, those are just archaeological evidence, history that can speak. He never associated these things with life. He examines monuments, not lives.

However, since his accident and his body has aged in an instant, he has begun to think about his short life. When he and Lao Jiang got out of the box of a hundred ghosts together and encountered the rotting corpse in the burial chamber under the bronze coffin, his original concept was shocked. What can those living "corpses" bring them? What kind of things do those things belong to? And what should be used to explain his accident?

He read a million books and could explain almost everything that happened in the world, but he knew nothing about it. At this point, he fell into a complete daz.

He was numb from the cold snow, and he tried to stand up, telling himself that it was just a corpse, that he couldn't move.

I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to hear footsteps, crunching on the snow, and the sound was getting closer. Poker Face looked up weakly. As far as the eye could see, a faint yellow light appeared in front of him.

That's the light he's following.

"Why are you here?" Wang Qi asked. He was holding a small flashlight in his hand, but the head of the flashlight was covered with frosted paper, and the light could not be turned on, and it was permeated around Wang Qi, and only a small yellow light could be seen from a distance. Wang Qi recognized the poker face as the person who appeared in Yinyuzhai with the heirloom of the Yan family that day.

Poker pointed weakly at the contents of the wooden box, and then thought that people at such a young age should not be allowed to see these, so he immediately took Wang Qi's hand, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing." ”

From just now, Wang Qi noticed that someone was following him, hurriedly turned off the flashlight, hid in the bushes next to him, he saw the poker face's every move clearly, and then walked out. Now Pokerface grabbed him again, obviously not wanting him to look at the contents of the box. He shook his head, "Isn't it a corpse?" ”

Poker Face looked up in surprise. He didn't expect a teenager to say this so calmly. This kid is really not as simple as he thought. Thinking of this, he became a lot calmer.

Wang Qi saw that his face softened a lot, but he was still pale, squatted down beside him, thought about it, and said, "After my mother was sick, she originally planned to hand me over to Yin Zhengnan, because she said that I was Yin Zhengnan's son, so she took me to Yan's house." When I arrived at Yan's house, my mother and I learned that Yin Zhengnan had died, and I was only five years old at that time, and when Yin Zhengnan died, he was seventy-one years old. Wang Qihe smiled, with bitterness and helplessness in his smile, "In the past, when I was on the street, I would call older people grandpa, but since then, I don't dare to call them that." Wang Qi shrugged, and his seemingly relaxed movements made the poker face feel particularly sad. Later, not long after, my mother passed away, because I wanted to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors, my mother and I offended the Yan family, and the whole village could not tolerate me, I wanted to leave, but I got lost halfway and walked into this forest. Wang Qi moved his gaze to the wooden box in the dark, "This wooden box was originally used to transfer supplies to the lumberjacks, but later because some people who were gnawed to death by wild beasts could be found in the forest from time to time, so these wooden boxes were later used to hold the corpses of those people, and someone would come to collect them every once in a while." After speaking, Wang Qi gently broke free of the poker face's hand, walked to the side of the wooden box, and stopped talking, only looked inside.

Suddenly, he looked back at Poker's face, "Just, you know what?" This wooden box is also the only entrance to the ancestral tomb of the Yan family. ”

Wang Qi's words were very slow, but they were also very true, so that Poker Face could not refute it, he had seen the mechanism in the submarine tomb, and it would not be surprising if such a mechanism existed in this wooden box. After all, the small tomb in the valley they saw just now was unlikely to be the ancestral tomb of the entire Yan family. Perhaps, according to what Wang Qi said, the real ancestral tomb of the Yan family can be found.

Wang Qi took out a piece of clothing from his backpack, spread it out to cover the corpse in the wooden box, and beckoned to the poker face.

Poker Face stood up and walked over to the wooden box.

Wang Qi said, "You lift the corpse up. ”

Poker face was stunned for a moment, and thought about it, this kid looks young, but there is an old man who can't be compared to his peers, so do as he says. So Poker Face took out the gloves from the backpack and put them on, and slowly propped up the corpse through Wang Qi's clothes.

I saw Wang Qi holding a flashlight in one hand and groping on the wooden board under the corpse with the other, his hand moving back and forth quickly, and suddenly the movement of his hand stopped. He seemed to have touched something, and only listened to the sound of rubbing, the sound of the wooden planks sliding underneath.

Could it be that this plank is just a compartment? There's another layer down there? Poker Face thought.

"This wooden box was originally used as a supply, with clothes on the lower layer and utensils on the upper layer." When the plank was moved, Wang turned on the flashlight to shine it below, and sure enough, as Wang Qi said, there were many things on the lower floor, scattered with mountaineering equipment. For some reason, Poker Face breathed a sigh of relief. (To be continued.) )