I looked at him, said "yes" hatefully, and followed him down the well.

Don't say it, this well is really suitable for a warehouse for I don't know how long it has been dry, the whole well is about five meters deep, and there is a small hole at the bottom of it that is connected to the sewer, and there is no water at the bottom of the well.

The wall of the well went straight up and down with a few grooves for the little uncle's feet, and the middle part of the well was the door of the warehouse.

It is said that the gate is actually a round cement door with a diameter of about half a meter, the bolt part of the cement door is at the bottom, there is only one steel pipe to handle the door, and the door is actually very simple, just go down to the bottom of the well and pull out the plugged steel pipe.

I asked my uncle if this disguise was too simple, but he said that if anyone could find this warehouse, then no matter how good the disguise was, it would be a fart.

Uncle went down to the bottom, skillfully opened the cement door, a smell of lime rushed to the face, very choking, originally I thought it must be very damp inside, who knew that after opening the door I found that it was dry and abnormal, it seems that my uncle has put a lot of effort into this warehouse.

The warehouse has a size of more than ten square meters, all of which are built of reinforced concrete, and a thick layer of lime is also laid on the four corners of the warehouse to prevent moisture, most of which are some simple tools for making antiques, and there is nothing very special, there is a piece of red cloth wrapped in the middle of the warehouse, this bright red cloth is so incompatible with the whole warehouse, that I found it at first sight.

The little uncle sat down on the ground, and then he lifted the red cloth, and under the red cloth was a stone monkey, which was surprisingly similar to the one in my house, and then he told me the reason.

Three years ago, the little uncle went to a very remote mountain under the chisel, after a lot of unremitting efforts, the little uncle finally found a village, this is a very poor and backward small mountain village, the villagers here are simple and kind, and there is not much culture, the little uncle visited a morning did not succeed in digging, to the afternoon when the little uncle hung his head and rushed back, in order to go home early, the little uncle copied a path, who knows that he copied and copied himself gradually lost his way, I don't know how long I walked, When the little uncle climbed a long steep slope, he was completely stunned by what he saw.

What appeared in front of him was a cemetery that had been abandoned for an unknown period of time, the wild grass in the cemetery was more than half a meter deep, and the dead grass swaying in the wind was mixed with gray crosses.

The handwriting on the cross has long been worn off by the years, even the wood is rotten, there is no valuable information at all, the little uncle ran to the tombstone where the crow rested just now, only to find that this tombstone is the only stone tombstone in the entire cemetery, the tombstone is more than half a meter high, as long as there is a text on the tablet, it is all smashed by people, if it is not for the crow just now, it is really not easy to see.

In addition to weeds or weeds in the cemetery, it seems that no one has come to worship for a long time, looking at such a large cemetery, the little uncle can't help but sigh, such a big hand, how many people have been buried, thinking about it, the little uncle suddenly remembered that he started from the mountain, and what he saw in his eyes was weeds or weeds, this mountain turned out to be barren, could it be that the people here are dead?

No way, so why is there only one village left? The little uncle carefully observed the crosses in the cemetery, hoping to find something, but when he looked at nearly twenty or thirty, he was depressed, because all the crosses here did not have any words on them, which indirectly explained that the people who buried them did not want to reveal any information about them, and within a radius of five or six kilometers, how many tens of thousands of people had to be buried to make up this number, looking at the dense crosses in front of him, thinking about the rows of dry bones underground, the little uncle's scalp tightened for a while.

But this only made the little uncle feel scared, and did not feel afraid, after a while, the little uncle decided to confirm his thoughts, he found a grave casually, and dug it up, and dug up a pile of bones not much deeper, it seems that all the corpses buried here are hastily buried, there is no oil and water to fish, the little uncle scolded and walked forward, and after walking not far, he saw a dark coffin lid half-hidden in the weeds, and the little uncle was strange, Could it be that the dead buried here are still useful coffins?

The owner of this coffin may have offended someone before his death, so that after his death, someone came to dig up the body to vent his anger, and he could use the coffin, maybe there would be something valuable in it.

As soon as he arrived, the little uncle couldn't help but scold a bad breath, it seems that he met his peers, only to see that the coffin buried in the soil has been turned out, and the coffin has already been smashed to pieces, leaving only the coffin lid lying here alone, however, looking at the color of the soil, it should have just been dug not long ago, and the pressure money in the coffin is gone, the little uncle sighed, thinking that it seems that he is going back empty-handed today.

The little uncle looked up at the sky and realized that he was going to go down the mountain immediately, and if he didn't leave, he was afraid that he would have to spend the night in this cemetery.

When he walked to the stele again, the little uncle subconsciously looked at it carefully, and found that in the lower right corner of the stele, there was a ball wrapped in mud.

After playing for a while, he met a river, and the little uncle kicked the mud into the river with a "bang", but what he didn't expect was that the mud fell into the river and floated up, and the little uncle looked at it, and immediately became interested in the mud in front of him, because, with his intuition, he picked up the treasure, and sure enough, when he went back to wash the mud off, he washed out such a stone monkey.

After the little uncle finished talking about this, he breathed a long sigh of relief, I looked at him and asked, "It's over?" ”