"Oh, providence!" A heavy sigh came out of the coffin.

The little boy had never seen a dead man, let alone the meaning of the coffin, so he had nothing to fear. It's just that I heard the voice before I knew who it was, and I didn't see the figure, and I was still a little afraid.

However, he was naturally stubborn, and a voice couldn't frighten him at all, but he subconsciously trembled for a moment, and then boldly asked, "Who are you?" Are you talking to me? How can I not see you? ”

"I'm a god, in the coffin in front of you." The voice replied.

"Is this the big glowing cabinet? How can this cabinet glow? What are you doing in there? The little boy was sure that the voice was coming from the large cabinet in front of him, and looked at it with his eyes curiously.

He wanted to touch it, but he couldn't. The coffin seemed to be very close to him, but it seemed to be far away. It seemed that he could touch it after walking two steps, but he took more than ten steps forward, and the coffin was still so far away from him, and he stopped.

"I am doing this, using the flesh and bones of my body into fertile soil, and my blood into rain, to ensure that the villagers can have a good harvest every year. I could have been resurrected at the end of seven days. But now that you're here and interrupting my service, I can't be resurrected. The fairy said faintly.

The little boy also heard that he seemed to have done something wrong, so he quickly explained: "I didn't mean to, I just chased a little fox to get here." ”

"I don't blame you, it's all providential. My body has turned into soil and water. It can ensure a 100-year grain harvest around Sifang Mountain. It's just that I'm going to die. The fairy said helplessly.

"You're going to die? So what can I do for you? The little boy asked with concern.

"Go back and tell the villagers to put a ladle in the big vat at the gate of their house, and tomorrow morning the vat will be full. A lake will be created on the quad platform, and the water will flow to the land below the hill to irrigate the seedlings there. You also have to tell them that they must run to a place 100 kilometers away from Sifangtai within three days, because there is going to be an earthquake here. Remember, remember. ”

The little boy had a flash of inspiration and everything was gone. The little boy only heard his mother calling to him beside him: "Bao'er, Bao'er, wake up, wake up, don't scare your mother." ”

The little boy slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to shout, "Mother, what's wrong?" Don't cry, Bao'er won't be obedient in the future? ”

The little boy thought that he had gone out to chase the little fox just now, and he didn't listen to his mother, which made his mother so sad.

"Bao'er, you're awake. You're scared to death. You were glowing red just now, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed, I thought it was ....... It's good to wake up, do you feel anything uncomfortable? The little boy's mother caressed the little boy's face lovingly and asked with concern.

"Mother, I'm fine. I remember chasing a little fox and going to a cave and seeing a big cabinet with someone talking to me. He said he was a god and was doing it. He also told me to tell all the villagers to put the ladle in the water tank at the door, and there would be water tomorrow. He turned his flesh and bones into fertile soil, and with his blood into water, and a large lake would arise on the top of the quadrangle, and in three days there would be an earthquake here, and we would be sent a hundred kilometers away. The little boy recounted what had just happened in a vague way.

The phenomenon that happened to the little boy just now was really strange, and the woman was suspicious, but she still preferred to believe that the fairy was a dream for the little boy. After all, what he said about the immortal practice was consistent with their previous speculation that the immortal would save the villagers from the great drought. He hurriedly went out to find the village chief and told the little boy about the dream of the gods.

The village chief himself did not believe it, but the matter involved the safety of the villagers, and the village chief gathered the villagers together and learned from them what the boy had said when he woke up.

The villagers would take to heart what a child heard in a dream, and after a while of complaining, they went home. No one put a scoop in their own tank, let alone run for their lives.

This is a little boy, no one believes what he said, the fairy is about to die, please do what he did, now it has no effect, although he has no father, his mother has taught him to keep his promise since he was a child. So he cried and begged his mother to help him.

The woman couldn't bear to see her son so sad, so she gave him a way, went to several villages near Sifang Mountain to steal the ancestral spirit cards in the ancestral hall, and then went to tell them that their son had stolen the ancestor cards, and told them where his son went, and let the villagers chase them.

So the young and middle-aged people from all the villages went out, vowing to chase the spiritual position back. Some middle-aged and elderly people who respect their ancestors also followed suit. But there are still some who stay. Most of the people left behind were the elderly and children.

They chased for three days and three nights, and they didn't know how far they had chased. On the morning of the fourth day, that is, on the morning of the eighth day when the gods began to practice, the direction of the Sifang Mountain shook and the earth shook, the flames soared into the sky, and hot magma gushed out from the ground. There was a real earthquake.

The earthquake lasted for a day and a night, and the red light in the sky blinded people's eyes. After running so far, I can still feel the scorching heat of the liquid erupting from the ground, and those who didn't chase it out must have been drowned in magma. Those who escaped hated and repented of their mistakes. If they had believed the little boy, they would not have lost their lives.

But what about remorse? It's all happening. Fortunately, several villages have left seeds, and they can go back to rebuild their homes and spread their branches.

Later, legend has it that the little fox who led the little boy into the cave was incarnated by the gods, and it punished the gods on behalf of the heavens. Now the local villagers still have the habit of hunting foxes and picking fox skins.

The earthquake gradually subsided, and it took three days and three nights for the ground to cool down. People started making their way to their homes. Where is there a home? Everything was burned to ashes, and I couldn't even tell what was left of the ashes.

The villagers found that a layer of black soil appeared on the ground, like fermented farm manure, and the soil quality was very good. People began to believe that what the little boy said was true. The flesh and bones of the gods have really turned into fertile soil, and the blood must have turned into lake water.

Some people climbed the Sifang Mountain, and sure enough, they saw a lake on the Sifang Terrace, and there was a small island in the center of the lake, and the lake water flowed down the mountain. The villagers beat their chests, and their intestines were blue.

I just don't know what would have happened if I had really put a water scoop in the water tank at the entrance of my house. This is still a mystery. It's just that later, the people around Sifang Mountain have a habit of placing a large water tank at the gate of their house, and the water tank is full of water, and there is a water scoop on the water surface.

Such an arrangement may only be based on legends, or it may be for the convenience of passers-by to borrow water to drink. Especially for those temporary small houses in the mountains for hunters and mountain runners, large water tanks and water ladles are even more necessary. There are many people running the mountain in the local area, and they will be thirsty when they go far, and it is very inconvenient to carry water with them, and they can't bring much, and it is very common to drink wherever they go around the Sifang Mountain.

On the top of the quadrangular platform, they not only saw the lake made by the gods, but also saw a large rift valley and the big iron chain. So according to the situation before and after, people speculated that the other end of the chain should be the hanging coffin that the little boy saw. It's just that no one has seen it with their own eyes.

There is also a big footprint more than three feet long on the big stone that is tied to the iron chain, and people say that it is left by the gods, how can a human foot be so big?

It's a legend, but things really exist, and people can't help but guess. Maybe it's been mythologized, but the iron chain can't be a natural formation, it must be used to hold something. As for the strange sound coming from the valley bottom, it may be a resonance phenomenon that has not yet been explained.

Some materialists believe that it is really possible that the chain bolt is a hanging coffin. It's just that hanging coffins are rare in the north wind, let alone the extremely remote northeast in ancient times. Some "experts" have all sorts of theories about this chain. There is more support for the theory that in ancient times, a certain southerner went to the north to become a high-ranking official, and after his death, he buried himself in a hanging coffin according to the burial method of his hometown.

It's just that the iron chain is so thick, and the current machinery and equipment can't be transported to the top of the mountain, how did the iron chain and a coffin get up? The coffin could have been made on the mountain, but what about the iron chain? According to the thickness of the iron chain, even if the weight of the iron chain is calculated according to the length of the rope used by people at that time, it is a large number. They can't melt iron ore in the mountains, can they? There is no trace of processed minerals on the mountain.

None of this matters, what matters is that people believe that there must be a treasure hidden at the other end of the chain. This crack attracted groups of Tufuzi to come and patronize. It's just that until now, I haven't heard of anyone who has managed to see the other end of the chain.

The Japanese must have heard the legend and concluded that there was something in it that they needed to "protect". So they came together.

Since the three eastern provinces were occupied by the Japanese in 1931, the Japanese have collected antiques and antiques in the three northeastern provinces for various reasons and brought them back to the mainland for "protection." Nowadays, many museums in Japan have treasures that they smuggled back to the museum.

These people who came to Sifang Mountain were the "elite" among them. Among them are archaeologists, inverted bucket experts, and soil identification and feng shui masters. It is a very comprehensive group of grave exhumers.

Since the formation of the team in the past three years, the footprints have spread to every corner of the three northeastern provinces. Wherever there are some legends, they have to "investigate" them. Of course, more importantly, look for those things that need to be "protected".

"Hurry up, you guys, it's getting dark, and the ones behind you will follow. Be sure to climb over that ridge before dark. The archaeological captain commanded, but he didn't care about the soldiers who were carrying the equipment on their backs.

The archaeological team members have also undergone military training, and their physical fitness is okay, and they are relatively easy without weight.

A few local mountain runners are nothing, they have been searching in the mountains all year round, and they are used to it. I carried something that wasn't too heavy, and there was no ambiguity under my feet, and my steps were like flying.

Those who are soldiers are different, they are still able to train on the flat ground every day, and they are really tired of going over mountains and mountains, and carrying heavy equipment. However, the Japanese are highly hierarchical, and the archaeological captain is their leader, they dare not speak out, and they can only scold their mothers in their hearts if they are bitter.

"Morimu-kun, what do you see in front of you?" One of the archaeological team members who walked in the front noticed a strange phenomenon and hurried to ask for instructions.