Where that tomb is, I don't know. At that time, I was only in the middle of the night with Mr. Lu and did not know the way. Mr. Somolu was our guide, he recalled. While taking a short time, we will look for the grave.

Mr. Lu said that when he was able to find it, he completely felt the yin energy of that place. Now that a large number of bamboo machines there are dead, and the yin qi is no longer there, it is not so easy to find it.

At the end of that day, he took us around a few times, and finally found the cemetery.

The tomb was undulating and overgrown with weeds, and it looked desolate.

Mr. Lu pointed to the yellow bamboo machine in the distance: "Look, this is there." ”

I can barely recognize the bamboo machine. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, these bamboos have dried up like this.

Mr. Lu swinged, and took us short from the past.

The bamboos were lifeless, as if they had been dead for years. They become brittle, and when we touch them a little, they break. Inside, there was no bright red blood flowing out.

There are no obstacles along the way. 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 stop it. ”

Aunt Xue agreed, and took a short Xue Qian to burn paper and cry. babbled about the current situation of the Xue family.

Mr. Lu stood aside and waited quietly.

I asked a little worriedly: "Mr. Lu, I'm afraid it's not easy to dig up this grave." Look at my body, it's still weak. I won't have to work in a while, will I? ”

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 puzzlement: "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 I 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 stepped out like lightning, grabbed his wrist, 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 short fist.

Mr. Lu grabbed his wrist and kept shouting, "Don't move, don't move." Wasted. ”

Aunt Xue saw that the two of them were making a fuss, and shouted briefly: "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 machine, all the bamboos will die, but only these three will not die." If you want to open this tomb, you have to stop it from under these three bamboos. ”

And then. He grabbed Xue Qian with one block, 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 barricade 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 is the situation?" ”

Mr. Lu hurriedly stopped: "Distance, fast distance." ”

Then he threw us down and ran away.

The three of us were stunned for a few seconds before we came over, and everyone scolded and ran wildly behind Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu ran more than 20 steps before stopping. Gasping for breath and saying, "Alright, alright." You don't have to run, it's already safe here. ”

I was already running out of strength, so I dropped my knees and bent over and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Mr. Lu lifted the barricade, 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 are our ancestors?" How did his grave become like this? ”

Mr. Lu waved his way: "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 short, 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. ”

I held her up: "What's going on?" ”

Aunt Xue trembled and pointed to the big pit: "Inside, the people inside...... The corpse is 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 he was extremely obese. These bamboo roots, which grew out of the three mistakes, originated from his body.

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

Mr. Lu pointed to 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 bamboo used this blood to keep the corpse short. Let the soul of this old gentleman not leave here. And then he kept torturing him. ”

I was taken aback and asked, "You mean, he's still short?" ”

Mr. Lu shook his head: "It's not a short life, but it can be said that it is between life and death." According to my analysis, he should have died back then, but soon after he died, these bamboos took over his body, and now the bamboo roots should have grown into his veins. 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 keep him in a state of short and false life. and used his body as a prison cell, trapping his soul. ”

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

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. "The clip is dead.

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 was picked up. ”

Then, he sighed, handed me the wooden knife, and said, "Zhao Mang, you take this knife short, 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 with some unhappiness: "Don't always catch 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 away from 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. The roll was short all the way and it 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 looked up to see Mr. Lu smiling at me.

I scolded him as I grabbed the bamboo roots and tried to climb up.

Mr. Lu said: "Zhao Mang, don't think about climbing up in a short time. 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 he threw the wooden knife down.

I looked at the wooden knife that fell 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 short wooden knife and cut it hard at the bamboo root. 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 short 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 distance myself. 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. R832