When I went back, it was already the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep for a while. Although the ghost of the female corpse has been sent away, but now let me go back to the bedroom to sleep I am still a little scared, plus the stomach is also a little hungry, simply do not sleep, grandpa made some supper, we two eat and chat, the summer dawn is very early, after eating supper the sky is almost bright. Sleepiness began to churn, and I yawned and prepared to go to bed.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock at the door, which drove my drowsiness away.

I muttered and asked, "Who is this early in the morning?"

I heard a few villagers shouting anxiously outside the door: Third master! Geng Sanye! Something happened in the village! Let's get up and check it out!

Xiao Qi, open the door! Grandpa waved at me.

Squeak!

When the courtyard door opened, I saw a few villagers standing at the door with panicked expressions, with very frightened expressions on their faces, as if they were being chased and killed with knives.

Third Master! Oh no! Something happened! Several villagers rushed into the courtyard and surrounded the grandfather, almost kneeling for the grandfather.

Grandpa's face was solemn: What happened early this morning? Don't be in a hurry, take your time!

It's too late for the third master, people's lives are at stake! There's an accident on the sand team's side, let's talk while walking! Several villagers couldn't help but say, and pulled their grandfather away.

Looking at the panicked appearance of a few people, it must be a big deal, so I also took it to the courtyard gate and trotted to follow.

The early morning mist had not yet lifted, and a few people dragged my grandfather all the way to the edge of the riverbank, where there stood a wooden house, which was the warehouse of the sand quarry.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, the people who grew up by the river in addition to fishing and running boats, sand mining is also a livelihood. It was a time when the country's economy was booming, and construction projects were being built everywhere, requiring a lot of river sand. Almost every village along the river has set up a sand fishing team, which has been fishing for sand in the Yangtze River for many years.

On the way to the battlefield, a villager named Ermao probably told his grandfather what happened.

Yesterday evening, in the process of sand fishing, the sand fishing team unexpectedly salvaged a bronze tripod from the bottom of the river. The copper tripod is about two meters high, round belly and three legs, like a large water tank, the surface is smooth and shiny by the river, glowing with a faint blue light, and there are tadpole-like characters similar to charms carved on it, which looks ancient. The sand fishing team thought they had caught a treasure and were very happy.

The rolling Yangtze River has been running for thousands of years and has been buried for countless years, and there are many ancient cultural relics under the water. The sand fishing team fishes sand in the Yangtze River all year round, and when you are lucky, you will catch some ancient cultural relics buried at the bottom of the river. For the sand fishing team, these ancient relics are a windfall. It is said that the two-story small western-style building built by the strict foreman of the sand fishing team last year was exchanged for a pair of jade bracelets.

When the sun was setting, the sand fishing boat suddenly docked, and the strict foreman instructed the workers on the ship to carry the bronze tripod to the sand warehouse and put it first, and then make a plan when the cultural relics dealer was found.

The workers were very excited, and they carried the bronze tripod into the warehouse, secretly guessing how much silver they could get this time.

After a long day's work, the workers were also tired, so after dinner, they went back to sleep in the shed, leaving two workers in charge of the vigil, one named Lao Qi, in his forties, and the other called Kuroko, who was only in his early twenties.

The river sand that comes up will be piled up in the warehouse, and for fear that someone will steal the sand at night, workers are arranged in the warehouse to keep vigil every night. When it was close to midnight, Kuroko was guarding the door of the warehouse, and Lao Qi led a big wolf dog around the warehouse, and he didn't find anything unusual.

Back in the warehouse, Lao Qi was ready to lead the big wolf dog over and leash it, just when passing by the bronze tripod, there was a faint sound of rustling in the bronze tripod, and the big wolf dog suddenly stopped and barked at the bronze tripod. Seeing the big wolf dog's reaction, Lao Qi knew that there was something strange in the copper tripod.

Kuroko, come here! Lao Qi hurriedly called the sunspot, and the two walked around the bronze tripod, and sure enough, they heard an unusual sound coming from the tripod.

Mom, there's something in there? The two looked at each other, curiosity driving them to climb up and take a look.

Lao Qi was a pier below, and the sunspot stepped on Lao Qi's shoulders, climbed the edge of the copper tripod with both hands, raised the strong flashlight, and stretched his neck to look inside the copper tripod.

Mom! The sunspot monster screamed, and the fart rolled off Lao Qi's shoulder, the flashlight was broken, and the flickering light reflected on the sunspot's face, white as frost, and there was no blood.

Lao Qi saw that the situation of the sunspot was not right, and hurriedly asked him what he saw, and the sunspot's words frightened the old seven's hairs to stand on end: skull! The copper tripod is full of skulls!

Lao Qi swallowed his saliva hard, feeling that this bronze tripod was a little evil, and hurriedly reported this matter to Foreman Yan.

Foreman Yan woke up from his sleep, put on his coat and walked out, climbed up to take a look, and when he came down, his face was also very wrong, and he immediately called out all the sleeping workers in the shed.

The workers dug a pit outside the warehouse, and together they overturned the copper tripod, and all the skulls inside rolled into the pit, and Bai Sensen's skull almost filled the pit. The workers held torches and counted carefully, and there were one hundred and one skulls, and the hollow eyes seemed to carry resentment, which made the people present shudder.

Snake! Lots of snakes! At this time, some workers screamed.

Under the light of the fire, I saw one after another black and swarthy little snakes crawling out of those skulls, making a continuous squirming sound. People have never seen such a strange snake, the snake body is black and shiny, no more than half a meter long, and there is a cockscomb-shaped sarcoma on the head, which is red and dazzling.

This is completely out of the ordinary, these cockscomb snakes have obviously sunk to the bottom of the river with the skull, can they survive underwater? And survive for so long? It's just weird!

Foreman Yan's face was gloomy: Burn all these ghosts!

The workers soon brought in the discarded timber, piled it all up in the pit, and set it on fire.

As soon as the wind blew, the fire quickly burst into flames and crackled.

The cockscomb snakes turned into fireballs, rolling back and forth in the dirt pit.

Strange wisps of black smoke rose from the air, and the people present seemed to hear a ghostly shrill whistling sound: Woo Woo Woo

It took half the night for the fire to slowly extinguish, leaving only a pile of black charcoal in the pit and a disgusting stench in the air.

The workers raised their shovels and covered the pit with sand, dragging their tired bodies to rest.

When they dispersed, Foreman Yan also gave everyone a gag order: Don't talk about this matter to anyone today, if others know that there is something evil in the copper tripod, who will come to buy the copper tripod?

Although the incident just now was terrifying, it had been resolved, and the workers did not take it to heart, and went back to the shed to continue to sleep.

When it was dawn, there was an accident, and one of the workers got up to pee, only to fall down in the grass. The others rushed to hear the noise and found the worker with a black face, bulging eyes, and a mouth spitting black mucus, which still had a pungent stench.

Everyone thought that this person had suddenly fallen ill and was about to be sent to the village health center, but one after another people vomited in the shack, and all of them had surprisingly the same symptoms, all of them had black faces and mouths spitting mucus, as if they had been poisoned.

Speaking of this, Ermao patted his chest with palpitations: Fortunately, a few of us rested yesterday and didn't go to the battlefield, so we escaped a catastrophe!

Does anyone else know about this? Grandpa asked.

Ermao said: I don't know for the time being, but when we went to the battlefield just now, Kuroko probably told us what happened. We all felt that this matter was very evil, so we rushed to find your help from the third master!

Grandpa nodded: Temporarily block the news first, and don't let the villagers know about it, so as not to cause panic!

Ermao answered, and after we walked into the battlefield, we quickly closed the gate of the battlefield and did not allow outsiders to enter.

More than a dozen workers lay in the shed, some with their eyes closed, some moaning in pain, and others lying on the side of the bed vomiting, leaving puddles of black mucus on the ground, and a thick stench in the air.