"What did you take out of that burial chamber?"

When Zhao Yinyang said this, I couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't take anything."

"Didn't take anything?"

"Hmm." Zhao Yinyang nodded, "There is indeed nothing in the tomb as this surnamed Yang said." ”

"His grandmother's, there's nothing in my blind grave, really nothing? You've got to fucking take what's in there, you just won't say it! Yang Shujun said.

"I really didn't take it!" Zhao Yinyang said with a sad face, "I was also very depressed at the time, I was busy for a long time, and it turned out to be an empty tomb, and there was nothing in the coffin except a skeleton..."

Zhao Yinyang said that under the disappointment, he crawled out of the tomb and left, and did not restore the tomb. After returning to the cemetery, he pried open the coffin, carried the woman's body into the car, and then drove back. Later, the village chief Zhao said that he would bring Zhao Yinyang to 'self', Zhao Yinyang was very scared, and he also thought that the ancient tomb might be the ancestral tomb of this Gaojia Village. digging someone's ancestral grave by himself is definitely not something that can be ended by losing money. He didn't dare to sue Village Chief Zhao, and at the same time, he thought that when the time came, Village Chief Zhao would take the lead for him, and he could push the main responsibility on Village Chief Zhao's head...

"You're not a thing! …”

After scolding Zhao Yinyang, I thought to myself, according to what I said, after Zhao Yinyang left, someone else might have entered the tomb and moved the bones in the coffin.

"Do you really see something light in the tomb?" I asked.

"I did!" Zhao Yinyang said.

I wondered if there might be something strange about the tomb.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, someone brought us food. It's nothing more than porridge, steamed buns and pickles, and the delicious ones we brought have all been 'confiscated'. Miss Bai, Yang Shujun, and I originally came to travel and play, but I didn't expect to become 'prisoners', and the three of them smiled bitterly.

After dinner, Miss Bai and I sat in the corner of the house, listening to the sound of rain outside, and fell asleep not long after.

I slept until dawn when I was woken up by the sound of the door opening. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he saw the old man walk in with a few villagers.

"What's going on?" The old man said, "Don't you want to tell me where you got the skulls of our ancestors?" ”

I said in my heart, whether this old man believes it or not, let's tell him the truth. I told the old man what Zhao Yinyang told us last night, how he dug up the grave, and what he planted on Village Chief Zhao and us.

The old man kept a calm face and was noncommittal. That Zhao Yinyang lowered his head, not daring to look at the old man.

"Uncle, in fact, I am a Qimen magician, the reason why I came here with Uncle Yang, Yuxin, and the three of us is because I am afraid that it will be too difficult for Village Chief Zhao to intercede with Zhao Yin and Yang for them. We didn't expect that Zhao Yinyang, the bastard, not only stole the body of his wife, but also dug up your ancestral grave. He was afraid that he would be beaten to death by you on the spot, so he put the responsibility on Village Chief Zhao and us, and I said everything that should be said. Believe it or not, I'll find a way to help you find your ancestor's head, but you're going to take me to your ancestor's grave..."

Yang Shujun said, this young man is very powerful. Then he pointed to the village chief Zhao and said that this person's son was saved by this young man. Village Chief Zhao nodded repeatedly. Miss Bai said, if you don't believe it, you can open the bag that was searched from our car yesterday and take a look, there are a lot of magic weapons in it, if you still don't believe it, you can ask Ah Leng to cast a spell on you...

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, as long as we can find our ancestor's head, we can take you wherever we go." ”

Led by the old man, we left the village and came to the back mountain. The villagers were afraid that we would run, so they all followed. There is not much difference between the ancestral tomb and Zhao Yinyang's description last night, but there are two trees picked behind the tomb, and Zhao Yinyang did not mention it. Due to the uneven bones, the ancestral tomb has not been restored, and a large piece of the tomb bag is missing, and the blue bricks inside are exposed.

On the whole, the feng shui of this ancestral tomb is still good. In order to convince the village elders of my ability, I praised the feng shui of their ancestral tombs, what kind of mountain, what kind of direction, etc., only to see that the old man's charcoal black face was not as tight as before.

As I spoke, I looked around carefully, and found nothing unusual, so I said to the old man, "Uncle, I want to go to the tomb to have a look." When I said this, the villagers were angry that we dared to go in and desecrate their ancestors, and they shouted that they would kill us.

"Let's do it, kill us." I spread my hands out, "After killing us, the heads of your ancestors will never be recovered." Your family has guarded the grave for generations, and in your generation, the heads of your ancestors have been lost. I see what face you will have when you are dead to see your fathers and fathers..."

The villagers gritted their teeth and glared at me, but they didn't dare to scold anymore. The old man ordered two villagers to take down a few bricks, make a hole, and go into the tomb one after the other.

Through the dim light from the entrance of the cave, I saw that the burial chamber was quite large and very damp, and the soles of my feet were a thick layer of soil, which was soft to step on. Except for a large mottled coffin in the middle, there was nothing left in the burial chamber. The lid of the coffin rests diagonally against the coffin, and a headless corpse lies in the coffin.

I walked around the chamber, and I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The tomb was cold, I couldn't help wrapping my coat, pointed to the coffin and asked the old man, "Uncle, did you put the tall man's body back in the coffin?" The old man snorted, of course.

"Tell me when you first found your corpses without heads." I said.

The old man thought about it and told me, I pinched my fingers and calculated that when the dry fell into the palace, the time dry represents the skull, and the place where the outer plate is empty and dead, generally speaking, this kind of situation means that it cannot be found if it is lost. However, what we are looking for is not an ordinary lost object, but a human head, which was originally one with the body. I can't figure out where the skull is with an ordinary Qimen game, but I might be able to use a Qimen.

"Uncle, as long as I can get my head back, can I use whatever method I use?" I asked.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then nodded silently.

"Very well, I'm going to cast a spell here, and you can arrange for someone to go back and get the bag I used to install the magic weapon..."

By the time the bag was fetched, I had already figured out how to perform it. Pull out a square rune from inside, prick your finger with a silver needle, squeeze out a drop of finger blood and drop it in the middle of the rune paper, tearing it into the shape of a paper man. Then, I tore off the head and limbs of the paper man, and said to the corpse in the coffin, "Tall, I am offended."

"Hey, what are you doing kid?!" The old man asked urgently.

I ignored him and spat on the paper man's torn body, which I had torn off, and stuck it to the sternum of the corpse in the coffin.

"What the fuck..."

I gave the old man a blank look, "Do you want to find your ancestor's head?" If you want to, don't chirp and scream around and affect me to cast spells..."

I put the limbs of the paper figure on the arm bones and leg bones of the corpse with spit, and carefully placed the head of the paper figure above the collarbone of the corpse, where the original head was.

After making this qiē, I calmed down, walked around the coffin, silently recited the mantra of the four directions, and prayed to the gods of the four directions. After reciting it three times, there was a sound of 'whirring', and a dark wind blew on the flat ground in the tomb.

After the wind passed, I looked into the coffin and saw that the head of the paper figure was gone.

"It worked!" I was overjoyed and said to the old man, "Where the head of the paper man was blown away by the gust of wind just now, the head of the ancestor is there." ”

The old man was completely stunned, looking at me stupidly.

I removed the body and limbs from the corpse and attached them to the center and four corners of the compass. Holding the bottom of the compass in the middle of the palms of both hands, silently reciting the mantra of the four directions, the pointer of the compass turned in a circle, turning slower and slower, and finally stopped, pointing in a direction.

"Walk, follow the direction the compass points to, and you'll find the skull..."

After the old man and I got out of the tomb, the villagers saw me holding a compass like a bowl of water, and they all opened their mouths and stared wide-eyed.

The old man waved his hand, and the whole group followed me. Guided by the compass, I led the group through the village until we walked into the reeds. When he came to a position in the middle of the reeds, the compass pointer swung and returned to normal pointing. I crouched down to look, and saw the head of the paper figure I had made out of rune paper earlier, lying quietly on a nest of grass.

Pushing aside the messy grass, a black hole was revealed. The hole was about the size of a child's waist, and it looked quite deep, and it was dark inside.

The old man crouched down and looked at it, and said, "This is the fox hole." Then the old man ordered the reeds around the cave to be cut off, and the grass was lit, and burned at the mouth of the cave, and one smoke after another went into the hole. After about five or six minutes, all of a sudden, a round thing flew out of the hole, impartially, and hit the nose of the strong man who took the grass, and the nose bleeded prolonged. The strong man was furious, and he grabbed the thing and was about to throw it, but the old man hurriedly shouted, don't throw it! When the man saw it, it turned out to be a skull that had struck him in the nose. There is no doubt that this head is the head of their ancestors, which was pulled into the hole by a fox!

When Master was a child, he told me a story about foxes, saying that some old foxes who had grown up into the ancient tomb and stole the skull of the tomb owner, put the skull on their head every full moon night, and bow to the moon, and over time they would transform into human form...

However, what Master told me was just a story in the chat, could it be that there are really fox spirits in reality? … Whatever it is, it must have a certain IQ, and the villagers smoke the hole, and it throws the skull out to say that it has surrendered.

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