Chapter 5: Night Talk (continued)

If the vole wants to talk about tomb robbing, it is the head of the road, and the eyebrows are dancing. After all, my ancestors have been engaged in this industry for generations, and they have accumulated rich experience in this industry.

When it comes to tomb robbing, people can be divided into two categories, one is official thieves, such as the famous Dong Zhuo, Cao Cao, Sun Dianying, and modern archaeologists. All of them are large-scale excavations in the open.

There is also a kind of people like us, who are distributed all over the country and have a large number of people, but most of them are concentrated in places with more ancient tombs, such as Luoyang, Shaanxi, Changsha and other places.

In the past, there were often two people who did this business, and they had to be believed in by themselves, or two people who were related by blood. I think everyone can understand this, it's too simple to want to harm people in such a deep hole.

When a person is buried in the ground and works hard, because of the rebellion of his companions, the people outside take something and cut the rope to fill the hole with soil, and bury the whole thing alive, who wants to? Wouldn't it be okay if the other people didn't go down? You won't go down, others want to go down? Is he stupid? He's not afraid of you stabbing you in the back? If both of them are not worried about each other, it is like singing in a song: "If you are not a soldier, I am not a soldier, who will defend our father and mother". If you don't go down, I won't go down, so what are you digging for? It's better to sleep at home in the middle of the night with your wife in your arms.

The vole told me that the tombs in this world are full of mechanisms. Who wants to be disturbed after death, and the wealth of life is looted. Needless to say, the hidden weapon will always fail over time. Although no one can fill the mausoleum with mercury like Qin Shi Huang, the methods of preventing theft have been endless for a long time, and it is impossible to prevent it. Therefore, the later the age of the tomb, the more fatal it is. One is because the mechanism may still have a role, and the other is a variety of novel anti-theft methods, and some people have even begun to use evil methods to suppress the tomb with evil things, and some even refine slaves into zombies. So, tomb robbing is not as easy as people think.

Saying this, the vole suddenly stopped. I turned my head to look at the vole in confusion, why don't you say this. I saw him light a cigarette and put it to his mouth, gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes and looked into the distance in the night sky, revealing a reminiscing expression, I have known this kid for more than a month, and it is the first time I have seen him like this. At this time, Wang Dali, who was on the side, saw the vole showing this expression, and turned his head with disdain. Gu Erniu, the mountain barbarian, was still standing there smirking. Sometimes I really doubt that he just giggles at that look.

"I'll tell you a story." The vole turned his head to look at me and said calmly. I looked at Wang Dali, who looked disdainful on the side, and I still hadn't figured out what the situation was.

"Smack!" The vole slapped his hands and immediately startled me, and Wang Dali looked at my reflection and turned his back to cover his mouth and snickered. "Ahem! ~"Feeling teased, I turned my head and glanced at Wang Dali. He must have known about it a long time ago and deliberately didn't tell me.

"In other words, it was still in the Republic of China, when it was a warlord division, wars were everywhere, disasters were continuous, the world was divided into three parts, the people were not happy, the water was in dire straits, life was better than death, and death was restless." The vole suddenly spoke in a low tone, with a compassionate look, and spoke.

Looking at this expression on his lewd face, somehow, I had the idea of rushing up and beating him up.

"At this time, my great-grandfather appeared, and my great-grandfather was a famous, famous, and famous rat king in the rivers and lakes at that time." Speaking of this, the vole's tone changed, and he puffed up his chest excitedly, his face was full of pride, and he raised his tone, "Do you know what the rat king is?" That's the king of the tomb robbery world, that's the number one in the whole world, if my great-grandfather called the second, no one would dare to call it the first. ”

Suddenly, the tone changed again: "Hey! ~~ It's a pity that God was jealous of the talent later! God is jealous of talents! I don't want my great-grandfather to be caught by the strong man and caught in the ranks of the warlord Xiong Kewu. At that time, the warlords did everything to raise money for the army. Fortunately, my great-grandfather was a man of real ability. Xiong Kewu knew that the Rat King was very important to my great-grandfather. I helped him dig several large tombs in a row, and made my great-grandfather the battalion commander, who was responsible for tomb robbing. ”

"But as the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you can't get your shoes wet. After robbing several large tombs in a row, this day finally went wrong. At that time, during the day, my great-grandfather led more than 30 people to dig a large tomb of the Qing Dynasty Zhizhou. Zhizhou knows, he was a big official before! My great-grandfather's tomb robbery was above board, and there was no need to hide it. Violate the law? My great-grandfather was Wang Fa. ”

The vole took a sharp puff and flicked the butt out, the fiery red butt making a long arc across the night sky. "At first, everything went very well, and in just a few hours, the door to the tomb was cleared. My great-grandfather hurriedly sent someone to invite the marshal. At this time, it was the middle of the night, the moon and stars were sparse, and gusts of yin wind were whistling by. The vole spoke, and his voice grew lower.

"Bang! ~~~" Suddenly there was a loud roar in my ear, which scared my scalp to tingle.

And Wang Dalida on the side had already laughed,

"The whole thing was blasted off with artillery fire." I angrily turned my head towards the vole who was still talking, and slammed it into his chest. The vole stepped back and passed my punch. Grinning at me. "Haha! ~ What's the matter, little sparrow, are you upset? Just kidding? Come on, laugh one. I slapped his hand away and lunged at him, "I'll let your kid play tricks on me." ”

"Big brother, little sparrow big brother, can't I be wrong?" The vole laughed and shouted for mercy as he ran for his life. ................................

"Yo! I said that there was no one in the middle of the night, so everyone was playing with little sparrows here? ”

Mr. Big's signature left hand held a fan, and he walked over with a mouth full of yellow teeth in two steps. It's almost four months since I graduated, and it's early November. The weather in Sichuan has also begun to get colder, and I suspect that this old man belongs to the garbage can, and in the middle of the night, he can still install it like this. By the way, why do you want everyone to play with little sparrows here, why does it feel weird.

Mr. Big looked at me and asked, "Little Sparrow, just now the old man pinched his fingers and calculated, did the vole tell you about his ancestors digging the prefect's tomb before?" ”

"It's not."

"Isn't it?" Mr. Big looked at me suspiciously, then at the vole, put the fan away, stroked his beard with one hand, and frowned in thought. "Am I miscalculated?"

The vole smiled: "Mr. Big, don't talk nonsense here, just your two hits, don't pretend." ”

"Go, go, this time it should be the prefect, the prefect who told the mountain barbarians last time, and the rich man who was with me last time. I think my great-grandfather was the most famous person................................................................................................................................................................................................... .......................................................................”

At this time, my mind is like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping by, all of which are more relevant than the other.