Many times, although we hide all kinds of legitimate or improper or even the light of death, but, or because of the shame of face, or the heart of the ghost does not dare to show others, anyway, always try to hide their own **, dare not admit that they want to pursue a certain ** psychology, this is probably also the pursuit of "slip to the mouth to leave half a child, not all of the heart" philosophy of the Oriental solidified thinking mode is troubled.

In fact, the reason why human society can continue to make progress is that the external driving force is the development of science and technology, and its internal source of power is actually hidden in it, but is it shameful to admit that you have **? So, aren't there any shame for those hypocrites who hide their filthy ** in the deepest part of their hearts, are sanctimonious on the surface, and steal and prostitute men behind their backs?

The insatiable ** of the heart.

As long as it is legitimate and does not violate the law and public morality and good customs, there is no need to hide and answer shamefully.

And the moral of the tomb owner setting up these seven gates is actually fighting a psychological war, the more he pretends to be high, the better he is at covering up, the easier it is to fall into the trap.

So, I'd rather admit that I'm a layman, a real villain with seven emotions and six desires, so what's the matter?

However, don't look at my own analysis of myself, but when I really "babble" and push open the colorful door that is so bright like poisonous mushrooms, my heart still "groans" for a moment.

Who knows, what unknowable secrets or dangers are hidden in there?

The inside of the door was dark and cold, and there was a strong musty smell.

I didn't want to use my mobile phone for lighting anymore, because there was not much power left. Although this thing is very advanced, it is not solar-powered after all, and it cannot replenish its own power.

I really didn't dare to let it turn off, in case there was a signal at any time, I would still point to it to contact Fat Man and Lin Fei'er.

Eh, I slapped the door of my head, don't we still have the oil lamp in our backpack?

I took out the oil lamp by dividing it by two, but how could it be lit without a fire. This is not difficult buddy, I took out a five-thunder oil pool fire charm, shook in the wind, the charm spontaneously combusted, I quickly lit the oil lamp.

To say that I don't have much left of the fire charm of the five thunder oil pools, I really feel sorry for using it to light an oil lamp, just like lighting a cigarette with a hundred-dollar bill, it hurts.

It hurts, and the black light is even more uncomfortable, so I carefully hold the oil lamp and grope my way forward in the dark.

If you want to say that this person, I really can't be blind and smart, for example, me, at that time, I came up with a way to use oil lamps to illuminate, I am still beautiful, and my heart said why am I so talented, I must have been a tailor in the Einstein family in my last life.

However, if I had known what happened later, I would have killed myself at that time, and I would not have shaken this unlucky cleverness!

Without gossiping, I held an oil lamp and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. To say that behind this colorful door, it is really safe, on both sides are very flat earthen walls, painted on some nothing more than drinking and having fun, horses and hunting, etc., but also in line with the meaning of this ** door.

At my feet, there is a smooth stone road, and it is still going up, just rush this way, I know that this door has been chosen correctly.

Why? Friends who have never fallen down may not know that the road in this tomb road, but all parallel or downward, it is a direct lead to the main tomb or the east and west ear warehouses and other places, only this upward is the regeneration road reserved for the deceased when he ascended to heaven when the curtain was built.

And some inverted bucket masters will often use this regeneration path to escape if they are not dead when they are trapped due to the collapse of the tomb.

And today, buddy has found the way to regeneration with wisdom, what is this called, knowledge is power.

Before I knew it, I had been walking on the road of regeneration for more than ten minutes, and I felt that the temperature in the tomb was getting colder and colder, and it was a little biting.

I had a vague feeling of strangeness, and I immediately quickened my pace again, trying to get out of here as soon as possible.

The grave passage was too dark, the oil lamps were too dim, and I couldn't see clearly at all, and there were a few dry bones lying on the ground in front of me, which was about to reach the exit.

By the time I saw the bones clearly, it was too late, and the bones, which I didn't know had been dead for hundreds of years, stood up and sealed the exit to confront me.

Mother, what is this, neither zombies nor corpses, but a few skeletons covered in yellow sand standing on the opposite side and flipping photos with me, what is the situation?

Strangely, they seemed to be very interested in the oil lamp in my hand, and several yellowish-gray hand bones actually stretched out to the oil lamp in unison, as if to snatch it.

Probably it has something to do with the hellish profession I'm engaged in now.,In a cold, damp, ghostly catacomb, I suddenly ran into five skeletons that could move freely.,I didn't yell or "quack" like a girl, I even looked at them very calmly, and then wondered: Yo-ho, this is a group to snatch the oil lamp in my hand?

Seriously, because I am also the master of the big wind and waves, I don't care at all about these five skeletons that just absorb a little bit of the yin qi of the tomb and pretend to be a thousand-year-old demon.

What's more, these five skeletons are also obviously disabled, some of them have their lower leg tibia cut off by Qiqi, some have half of their pelvis broken, and there are two conjoined skeletons, I take a closer look, ho, these two brothers look like, one has no brains and bones, and the other has no lower body, and then the two brothers are combined together like stacked arhats, okay, complementary advantages, and harmony.

I said in my heart that with the crippled appearance of these five skeletons, if you want to go out and beg along the street, how can you dare to block the road and rob it, isn't this against the sky? If they really want to get their hands on it, how will those underworld with big waists and striped fish on their chests gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?

Seeing me standing there in a daze, these five skeletons would be mistaken, and thought that they had scared me out of my soul, so the tall, thin skeleton closest to me unceremoniously stretched out his "hand" full of bones and joints and went directly to me to take the oil lamp.

Ah, you can't change the robbery, right, do you ask the price, just reach out and take it, are you very familiar with me, or take yourself as the village head, do whatever you want?

So, I smiled and retracted the hand holding the oil lamp into my arms, and then a piercing leg kicked on the crotch of the tall and thin skeleton, and I heard a "bang", and all the parts of the man's body were scattered to the ground. Only the skull was still shaking on the sand, and he seemed to be very angry, probably scolding the street.

Damn, just this body, it's too copycat, if this foot was kicked by the fat man just now, then it won't just become ashes.

I was feeling a little funny, when I saw that the bones scattered all over the ground seemed to be alive, and they began to reassemble automatically, and soon, the reassembled skeleton picked up the skull on the ground with two "hands", and pressed it to the cervical vertebrae, and the tall and thin skeleton stood in front of me and took pictures with me.

Fuck, I just realized how difficult these five skeletons are, they can't be fucking beaten to death, don't you want your own life.

It seems that you are forcing the little brother to make a spicy move, which means that there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you to break into.

It's too late, it's fast, I held the oil lamp in one hand, and went to the backpack with one hand to dig out the five thunder oil pool fire charms: small, look at the brain shape of a few of you, you must have a flat shovel head and comb a thunder crack before you were born, then the little brother will let you relive your old dreams, and be a "thunder man" again.

Anyway, I'm touching the talisman with a wicked smile, but my hand is long in the backpack and can't take it out, what's going on? Uncle He, isn't this a pit man, the spell is actually gone.

Unlucky, why should I use that Five Thunder Oil Pool Fire Charm to light an oil lamp, I'll go.

A magistrate said, what are you doing crookedly, don't you have a brush cinnabar in your bag, you hurry up and draw another one.

Yes, Li'er is such a Li'er, but, big brother, in this situation, do you think that the five skeletons that look dead and stumble will make me stop drawing spells and then destroy them?

Don't look at the five skeletons dressed naked and their brains have dried up into walnuts, but they don't seem to lack their hearts at all, otherwise, why would they have gathered around me as if they had discussed it when they saw my hand in my backpack and didn't take it out.

Although they have no flesh on their faces, they can't see joy, anger and sorrow, but only by their brains shake "click" straight virtue. I knew they must be sneering at me for fun, and the subtext must be: You're pretending, you're going to be scared again, this time, brothers, go on, fuck the girl and grab the oil lamp.

Fuck, I sneered as I put the oil lamp on the ground, then unloaded my backpack, cradled it in my arms, and grinned at the skeletons who had gathered around me, and then I pulled out a bunch of firecrackers from my backpack, yes, a cannonball with a pinch-thick marijuana thunderbolt.

These skeletons saw that I felt out a firecracker, first stunned, and then continued to work in front of me, look at the meaning, these brothers must be a joke that I have to be poor and happy when I die.

I looked at them and laughed, even more than they were, for I had lit the twist of the marijuana thunderbolt with an oil lamp.

I shook it all my might, and threw the burning marijuana thunderbolt onto the right shoulder of the hapless skinny skeleton, who twisted his head and looked at the marijuana thunderbolt with disdain, so dismissive that he didn't bother to whisk the firecracker to the ground.

You'll regret it, huh. I looked at the cool, skinny skeleton and couldn't help but squeeze my chin and laugh obscenely.

The marijuana thunderbolts rang out one after another, lightning and thunder, and clouds of red mist rose into the air, sprinkling red powder onto the skeletons of those skeletons.

As soon as the skeletons were stained with red powder, they immediately began to roll all over the ground like people who had been splashed with sulfuric acid, rolling the white bones all over the ground, how they looked like the scene of a car accident on the highway.