Huzi scolded his mother, and excitedly waved his big palm on the shoulder of the bamboo pole, and the painful bamboo pole grinned and wailed: "Brother Huzi, when I see that we are not a mother, alas, I am killed by pain."

Huzi saw "Ao", nervously laughed twice, withdrew his big hand and said, "I'm sorry brother, my brother is too happy!" ”

"Then why don't you beat yourself!" The bamboo pole muttered quietly, lest Huzi hear, but the other two had sharp ears, listened carefully, and then laughed.

Huzi was stunned for a moment, glared sharply at the bamboo pole, and asked suspiciously, "You said bad things about me again?" ”

The kid with the bamboo pole became fast, and when he saw that Huzi was about to get angry, he immediately changed to a smiling face and said: "Brother Huzi, it's okay, it's okay, I mean, the thing I said"

The bamboo pole paused, looked at the two people on the side, and when Huzi saw it, he deliberately understood the meaning of the bamboo pole, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, Lao Yang and Lao Zhang are good brothers who often play together, don't avoid them!" ”

Lao Yang and Lao Zhang looked a little flattered when they heard this, and nodded to Huzi again and again and said: "Brother Huzi looks up to our two brothers, if there is anything to order, we will definitely go to the soup for our friends, at any cost!" ”

The bamboo pole smiled "hehe", seeing that the two did not speak, their expressions looked a little gloomy and compassionate.

Zhang Yang and the two glanced at each other, looking a little cramped and uneasy, the bamboo pole is known as the number two person under the Huzi account, it will never be a wasted name, and the eyeballs are a heart eye, this guy, should he have any bad ideas, right?

"It's too late to go now, when my words come out, the two of you have no choice!"

Hearing the sudden drop in the temperature of the bamboo pole to eighty degrees, both of them were a spirit, and the two looked at Huzi Muran's face again, yes, if you say it, splash out the water, fight!

Lao Zhang said: "As long as it doesn't take our lives, Brother Zhugan, you can just speak." ”

The bamboo pole nodded, regained a somewhat sweet smile, and said to the two: "Lao Zhang, I want to use your big push (bulldozer) and Lao Yang's small excavator, no problem!" Brother Tiger and I will wrap you to burn oil. ”

When the two of them heard this, they were like being amnestied, and hurriedly said: "What kind of big thing should I do, make it mysterious!" Say, brother, what earthmoving work are you going to do? ”

But seeing the bamboo pole's expression instantly froze, two words popped out of the corners of his mouth: "Dig a grave!" ”

As soon as the bamboo pole said this, the expressions of the two immediately petrified, and after a long while, Lao Yang laughed dryly and said, "Brother, I heard you right, right?" ”

"You heard it right, it's digging graves, you've heard of wheat bran graves!"

Lao Zhang said: "Our three-year-old child by the sea also knows that place!" ”

The bamboo pole walked out of the door, looked at the people who were not coming, then closed the door, lowered his voice, and said: "Okay, Brother Hu and I plan to dig a tunnel from the wheat bran grave to the 334 high-pressure oil transmission road, and you will do the work!" What do you think? ”

The two glanced at each other, looked at Huzi again, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, do we have a choice?" ”

When Huzi heard this, he smiled loudly and said: "It's a loss to the two of you, as soon as the project is completed, I will let you quit immediately, and remember to rot everything in your stomach by then." ”

Seeing that the two of them resignedly agreed, the bamboo pole said: "In order to hide people's eyes, we started construction in the dark, used generators to illuminate, stopped at dawn, and started tomorrow, understand?" ”

The two nodded and agreed, and seemed to understand in their hearts, why did the bamboo pole call the two of them to come to the house to play mahjong, and they couldn't come if they didn't come, a "digging machine", a "pushing machine", it was really not leaking, at this time they always had a feeling of being shabu in their hearts, but they were dumb and ate coptis, and they couldn't say what they were suffering. Fortunately, Huzi's words comforted their hearts a little, and they just hoped to finish the work soon, and they were all worried about it.

In this way, there was nothing to say all night, and in the evening of the next day, the two drove the locomotive to Huzi's house, and the bamboo pole had already solved the details of the generator, tent, etc., and on the high-power generator of gasoline, a silencer was also made to eliminate the huge roar generated when the generator was working.

After everything was cleaned up, the bamboo pole and the tiger drove to a desolate cemetery, saying that it was a cemetery, but in fact, due to the age, some of the graves had been flattened. According to the old people, the origin of this cemetery can be traced back to the middle of the Ming Dynasty, at that time, the Japanese people were rampant, repeatedly violated the border of the Ming Dynasty, Haifeng County is a stronghold of the Japanese people, and this cemetery is the place where the Japanese will concentrate on killing the plundered population every time, they kill the men and ugly women among them, some beautiful women are either transported to the Japanese country, or ravaged to death by the Japanese people, and finally discarded. But their souls have also gathered here in search of roots.

Every year when the wheat harvest comes, a large amount of wheat bran will be blown away by the wind, and the strange thing is that all the wheat bran bran husks will eventually gather in this cemetery, and finally accumulate a thick layer, so this place is called "wheat bran grave". It is said that the number of people who died here was as high as 1,000, so it is also called "Thousand Soul Tomb".

Because there were few and most of the people who died at that time, and they were all resentful spirits whose yang life was not exhausted, it is said that after the resentful spirits of Yang Shou arrived in the underworld, they must wait until the day when the life and death were close to the yang life to be allowed to be reincarnated.

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, some ghosts choose to be bloodthirsty and replenish their essence and yang, and those who have a chance will choose to cultivate the ghost path and eventually become immortals. But after all, there are only a few people who have gone on the right path, and most of them have been reduced to evil ghosts and brought disaster to the world.

So the Sanfeng realm in the history of many years of peace, many people because of offended the ghosts, by the ghosts, the end is very miserable, some people choose to leave helplessly, know the arrival of a Taoist priest, I don't know what kind of spell was used, the people here to suppress the resentful spirits can be freed, and live a peaceful life again.

Because the legend of the wheat bran tomb is too bizarre and terrifying, so few people usually come here, and the bamboo pole is taking advantage of this, he chose an empty and flat site, placed generators and lighting lamps, and then said to Huzi: "Brother Huzi, the distance between here and the 334 oil line is relatively close, there are about 300 meters, which can save a lot of earthwork, and there is an earthen platform in the middle, block it from here!" ”

Huzi nodded, and saw the bamboo pole take out a few knives of burning paper from the trunk of the car, ignite it, and then said to Huzi in a thoughtful manner: "Brother Huzi, worship God!" ”

Huzi knelt down with him, only to listen to the bamboo pole and say: "The yellow sky is above, and the resentful spirits on the ground listen, if my two brothers are offended to you, I will accompany you first, and pray for your old man's understanding!" Our brother just wanted to make a small fortune, and he didn't mean to be deliberately offended. ”

After the two got up, Huzi looked at the sun, which had gradually disappeared below the horizon, and immediately said to the bamboo pole: "It's not early, call Lao Yang and them." ”

The bamboo pole agreed, took out his mobile phone and dialed Lao Yang's number

In less than half an hour, two pallets loaded with a push and a dig came quickly, Zhang Yang and the two got out of the car, the bamboo pole pointed to the place where the paper had been burned just now and said, "Dig from here." ”

Lao Yang deliberately looked at the scattered paper ashes, and then looked at a few faint graves in the distance, and there was always a feeling of hair in his heart, although they were about to be flattened after the baptism of the years.

Lao Yang coughed, calmed down his frizzy mood, and began to skillfully manipulate the excavator under his hands, and after a while, the soil was piled up like a hill, Lao Zhang hurriedly started the bulldozer to level the soil on the spot, and the two tacitly cooperated.

In order to prevent the soil from collapsing, at each dug place, a wooden stake was placed behind the bamboo pole, and a strip-shaped wooden board was placed on the stake to bless the soil. When it was finished, the wires were connected to the generator, the lighting fixtures were turned on, and suddenly the tunnel was as bright as day.

With the deepening of the excavation, the work of transporting soil to the outside is more and more troublesome, but the two of them are very energetic, and they have broken into a hundred meters overnight, Huzi looked at the time, it was five o'clock in the morning, and immediately stopped the two, and then pulled out a stack of Mao Grandpa from his arms and handed it to them, and said: "I'm tired, two brothers, take this to have fun!" ”

Lao Yang looked at the thickness, it was about 5,000 yuan, but he didn't dare to take it, so he was taken by the bamboo pole and forced into Lao Yang's hand, and said: "If you take it, you will take it!" ”

Lao Yang accepted it half-pushed, thanked him vigorously, and said with a bamboo pole: "It's still that time at night, you know?" ”

The two nodded, packed up their vehicles and quickly left the scene.

Huzi looked at the tunnel that was two meters wide and the locomotive could pass through, and there was a slight smile on his face, and suddenly he found another problem, according to the soil on the seaside, digging down two meters will see water, but here, it is three and a half meters deep, and it is still very dry, Huzi is quite strange, probably because of the high terrain, but he can't say the specific reason.

While thinking like this, Huzi bored with his long knife and stabbed randomly in the soil, and suddenly heard a "click", the knife seemed to have stabbed something hard, and it couldn't be pierced.

Huzi frowned, and began to slowly stir with the soil, slowly revealing a large hemp jar, because people on the seaside often use clay jars to pickle shrimp paste, so there are many things like this.

The one in front of me, wrapped in yellow glaze on the outside, the surface is the pattern of two dragons playing with pearls, this is very ordinary in the Sanfeng realm, the tiger is not interested, the bamboo pole has not spoken for a long time on the side, and at this moment muttered a sentence "I thought I had picked up the treasure", and went to pull the soil on the cylinder cover.

In addition to the soil, a round heavy stone slab was presented in front of the two, the bamboo pole laboriously uncovered the cylinder head, through the light to see, the inside was empty, but there was a yellow paper at the bottom of the cylinder, and a very strange character was drawn on it, Huzi did not recognize, the bamboo pole reached out to pick up the paper, but heard the sound of no "woo" sobbing, felt that the earth was trembling, and he was so shocked that he quickly put down the original position, and the tunnel regained peace.

"This, this, Brother Huzi, there are really ghosts!"

Huzi glanced at him sharply, and then said, "Go find Old Man Mo and take a look!" ”

The bamboo pole scratched his head, and said, "Oh, hey", "Why did you forget this stubble?" ”

"Don't go yet!"

Hearing Huzi's urging, the bamboo pole trotted out of the tunnel, started the car and went to Old Man Mo.