Qi Tiezui and Zhang Qishan said, the Qi family faction, in ancient times, divided yin and yang, set the world, during the day is to help people deal with the eight characters, choose the yin house, find the dragon vein, lock the corpse coffin, and at night is to watch the mountains and dot the stars, and do the business of robbing tombs. To his father's generation, he is considered to have the worst qualifications, the shallowest Taoism, and he is even weaker, and his father who only learns a little fur, but he is already the eighth of the nine sects in Changsha, which shows that the knowledge and ability of the ancestors of the Qi family are unfathomable.

There are many rules in this faction, and it is said that there are too many heavenly opportunities, so it is necessary to lock the mouth and escape from the world, and many of these interesting things have become bedside stories in Qi Ba's generation. When his father was dying, he was in a daze and said some obscure words to him. There's a rule in that. It is said that the master of the Qi family, when he entered some very dangerous places and found that he had no way to survive, he would let his horses hang bronze mirrors on their heads and escape with special Fatu, so that future generations would know where and why they died.

After listening to this, Zhang Qishan looked at the train behind him, and held back a Changsha dialect: "Tripping and paralysis, it's not a horse now, it's a train, this master doesn't know where to go to seek death, and the movement is a bit big." ”

There are not many rumors in the Qi family, and thinking that someone from the same sect died again, Qi Tiezui was still a little uncomfortable in his heart. I feel that the family has passed it on, and I am afraid that it will be broken again, and future generations will never know about it. But at the same time, he also sparked some curiosity, this train came out of nowhere, and what happened to the person who hung the bronze mirror on the front of the train?

On one side, there were military vehicles driving directly onto the platform, and many sappers came down, Qi Tiezui counted more and more soldiers, knowing that he would definitely not be able to go, so it was better to sell face, so he asked Zhang Qishan the ins and outs of the matter. Let's be a staff officer first.

The adjutant told him about what happened last night, and said: "The driver hanged himself in the locomotive, he should have lowered his speed after entering the Changsha boundary, and hanged himself after calculating the distance, no one added coal, the water cooled down, and the train kept moving forward, and the locomotive slid into the station, broke up more than 30 sandbag piles, and stopped." ”

All the doors to enter and exit the train were welded shut, and the sappers got off the train and began to gas cut the iron armor in both the locomotive and the carriage.

"This driver is a veteran, otherwise the estimate will not be so accurate, and the car must not be so accurate to park in the station." Zhang Qishan said, "This person said that he was hanged, but the death was a little strange. Qi Tiezui climbed onto the locomotive, looked in through the cleaned window, and saw the hanged body hanging there. What Zhang Qishan said was strange was that his two eyes, the pupils were only the size of soybeans, and they looked like weasels. It's not human eyes.

The whole car was welded and sealed like an iron bucket, and I didn't know what to do with the urine, which was really strange.

He and Zhang Qishan are both people with strong intuition, and after waiting for a while, the iron sheet of the carriage was cut first, and the iron sheet fell off, and smashed on the platform with a loud bang, revealing a big hole, Zhang Qishan waved his hand slightly, and the guards on the side had all raised their submachine guns.

The air was filled with the smoke of gas cuts, as all the windows and gaps in the carriage were sealed, and the interior of the carriage was pitch black. You can only see the part where the cut is made, and the light from the outside shines in.

Qi Tiezui covered his mouth to resist the waste smell of gas cutting, and the adjutant on the side took three wind lanterns and handed him one. Then he jumped up first, reaching out to pull him up.

Qi Tiezui shook his head and handed the wind lantern to a guard beside him, but the guard didn't answer, so he hung the wind lantern on the barrel of the guard's machine gun, and then turned his head and made a gesture to the adjutant: "I'll support you." gesture to indicate that you don't go up. The heart said that it would be good for me to be a military advisor, Zhang Qishan, you still want me to be a pioneer, and you think of you.

The adjutant sighed, turned around and entered the carriage, Qi Tiezui just breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Qishan on the side took the wind lamp off the barrel of the guard's gun, and carried it with his own one hand, and grabbed Qi Tiezui's hand with the other hand.

"Afraid of what? When I arrived at the boundary of Changsha, nothing could be more fierce than me. ”

said that he pulled Qi Tiezui and stepped up. As soon as he entered, the outside was bright and the inside was black, Qi Tiezui's eyes were blinded, and he rubbed it violently to get used to it, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

It was very dark in the carriage, but it was not completely sealed, and the light penetrated through the small cracks of the welding negligence in various places, illuminating the air with gas cut exhaust particles, which the adjutant walked through and disturbed the air, and these particles surged violently. Qi Tiezui remembered the attic of his old house, where he often looked for things to play with when he was a child, and the dust floating in the fine sunlight was shining into the cracks of the attic tiles.

Where the light does not shine, because of the presence of those small light leaks, it is even darker and cannot be seen clearly. The adjutant used a wind lamp to shine it. The light of the wind lamp is dim and yellow. In the darkness, the huge shelves on both sides of the carriage were illuminated, and on these shelves, Qi Tiezui saw coffins and coffins fixed by iron hoops.

Many of these coffins were coiled with dry mud from the roots of the trees, some of them were of wood, white and swollen, rotting and cracked, and some were made of stone. The shelves are all deformed. Judging from the surface and the degree of decay, all of them are ancient coffins. All of them were stolen from the tombs. For some unknown reason, between the coffin and the shelf, there are a large number of cobwebs, like a layer of cotton wool that sticks these shelves and coffins to the walls of the trunk. It seems ancient and mysterious.

All the coffins and coffins are written in red lacquer with Chinese numbers, and the numbers are arranged irregularly, and they are written very casually, as if someone is sorting them out. At a cursory glance, the largest number is forty-seven, that is, at least forty-seven coffins are here. Thinking that this train has a total of seven carriages, and the next few cars, if it is all these things? I'm afraid there will be more than 100 coffins in total. Looking at the side of the number, there is also a random mark written "Jiasi Tomb East Room Section 2".

"Mr. Qi, look." Zhang Qishan pointed to these words.

"Together." Qi Tiezui thought secretly in his heart: "This is a big deal, and it is about to catch up with the harvest of the entire old nine gates for a year." "These coffins looked like they had been stolen from the sand, and they were marked and annotated in order to record the stolen burial chambers and areas. Qi Tiezui was a little puzzled, the southern sect in Changsha robbed the tombs, it was disorganized, not to mention that it was literate or illiterate, even if it was a big deal, he would not record where it was stolen. For them, the only difference between sand goods is price.

They moved forward slowly, looking at the appearance of the coffin, they were all from different ancient tombs, Zhang Qishan showed a puzzled expression, but did not speak.