After eating, Hang Bian took us up the mountain as promised.Chinese Compared to last night, this time we felt more clearly, the temperature in the mountains was very low, giving people a biting cold feeling.

Hang Bian led the way in front with his hands behind his back, and from the beginning of the climb up the mountain, his waist bowed. After walking for less than five minutes, I came to the fox mound.

Compared with the daytime, this will be seen more clearly, the thirteen small tombs stand alone, and there is no trace of strange breath.

Hang Bian paused, stretched out his hand to wrap around, and said

"This is the fox mound, and there are thirteen foxes buried underneath!"

"The fox won't trouble you?" Huang Ming asked.

"No!" Hang Bian shook his head, went straight to the middle of the grave bag, took out an awl-like thing from his arms, shoveled it on the ground for a moment, hooked a pull ring, pulled it up, lifted a forty-centimeter-square iron plate, and revealed a passage.

Hang Bian turned around and smiled at us, pointed to the passage and said

"This is the medicine cellar, the place where our Hangjia Village makes money!" As soon as Zhu Er's body leaned over, he was about to rush over.

"Ahem!" The widow coughed, and he immediately paused and looked at us anxiously. We ignored him, but stared at Hang Bian, whose face sank and asked

"Want to go down and have a look?"

"Yes!" Huang Ming replied.

"Then come!" Hang Bian turned around and crawled down the passage. We immediately followed, and from above, the entrance of the passage was a straight down iron ladder, about two meters or so high.

I was the first in line, and after climbing down the ladder, there was a long passage made of red bricks, about two meters high and one and a half meters wide, with a wall hanging on the passage, on which an oil lamp was placed to illuminate it.

Hang Bian didn't go far, he was waiting for me five meters away, and when he saw me coming down, he nodded to me, took out a cigarette roll, lit it by himself, and took a deep breath.

I didn't care, but looked at the passage, which was about twenty meters long, and at the end of the passage was a corner.

The ventilation below is good, and there are water droplets hanging on the dark red brick walls, and if you listen closely, you can hear the whining of the wind blowing through it.

Soon, a few of them came down from above, and Hang Bian didn't say anything after seeing it, took another puff of cigarette, and turned around to lead the way in front.

Turning the corner, a track about fifty meters long appeared, and on the other side of the track, there was a large crater about ten meters deep, and a light bulb hung overhead, glowing with a dark yellow light.

"This is our medicine cellar!" Hang Bian stood on the track, pointed to the big kang, and introduced in a strange tone.

We looked down, the big kang was more than 50 meters long and nearly 30 meters wide, and at the bottom of the pit was a piece of medicine field about one meter square.

There are all kinds of medicinal herbs planted in the medicine field, not only at the bottom of the pit, but also on the walls around them, and there must be people who are busy taking care of the medicinal herbs.

Hearing someone speak, several people at the bottom of the pit looked up and looked at us with a strange gaze.

"This taste, this smell!" Zhu Er's expression was a little dazed since he came in, and he couldn't stop sniffing, as if he felt something!

Hang Bian ignored him and continued to walk inside with us. At the end of the track is a passage that slopes downward, and at the entrance of the passage is a small train, which is controlled by a winch motor controlled by a middle-aged man.

"Do you want to go down and have a look?" Hang Bian glanced back at us and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Without waiting for us to answer, Zhu Er hurriedly replied. This time, we didn't object, and when we got here, we definitely had to go down and have a look.

"Be careful!" Hang Bian was not surprised and took the lead in getting into the car. After a few of us went up in turn, Hang Bian turned around and nodded to the middle-aged man who was driving the winch

"Let's get started!"

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man nodded, pulled the brake to start the motor, the oil rope slowly loosened, and the small train also followed down little by little, making a buzzing sound.

The light in the passage is very dim, and sitting on the small train, you can't see the end at a glance. We went down slowly, just a little faster than we walked, and I noticed that the passage was entirely made of wood, and in some damp places, green shoots could be seen.

All the way down, after about two minutes, the little train stopped, the diagonal passage became gentle, the front became bright, and a grave appeared in front of us.

"My grandfather has been here, my grandfather has been here!" After Zhu Er got off the small train, the whole person was not good, and he was in a trance.

I looked around, and there was nothing but a mound that was nearly two meters high, and there was nothing but the one that was nearly two meters high.

There is a tombstone in front of the tombstone, and a line of words is engraved on the tombstone, which reads the tomb of the Zhaoyuan Hu family! On one side of the mound, there was a small bed and a table, and an old man was sipping a glass of wine and listening to the radio.

Seeing us, he frowned

"Hang Bian, are you here to die again?"

"Drink yours!" Hang Bian glared at him and said to us

"Look, this is the real fox mound, that guy is a grave watcher, you don't have to worry about him!" When Hang Bian said this, the old man was not annoyed, as if he didn't see us, he turned his head and drank a little wine to himself, listening to the two-person turn playing on the radio.

"What's going on?" Huang Ming pointed to the grave and asked.

"It's a fake grave above, and this is the real grave!" Hang Bian said briefly.

"No, those foxes are dead, so they help you guard the medicine cellar with peace of mind, but they don't hurt anyone?" Huang Ming didn't believe this statement at all, and asked after him.

"They can't help themselves, just like us!" Hang Bian's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at himself.

"What do you mean?" Huang Ming asked coldly.

"What do you mean by asking me?" Hang Bian smiled, reached out and patted Huang Ming's shoulder, Huang Ming ducked back, looking at him vigilantly.

Hang Bian didn't care, but stretched out his hand and pointed at me and said

"This, what's your name, say your real name, don't fool me!"

"Xie Yin!" At this time, I didn't have to lie, and I just said that I had reported my name.

"Xie Yin, right, are you out of the horse or debut?" Hang Bian asked.

"Debut!" I frowned, I didn't understand what Hang Bian meant!

"Okay, look at the three fires on Huang Ming's body!" Hang Bian stretched out his hand and pointed at Huang Ming, then hugged his shoulders and stepped aside, looking at him coldly.

For this request, I was a little surprised, Huang Ming's yang fire is too strong, what is there to see about this, but since Hang Bian said it, I will take a look.

After just one look, I was stunned. When I came, I saw that Huang Ming's yang fire was like a small sun, dazzling people's eyes, and it was also very prosperous last night, at least the general yin spirit couldn't get close.

But this will, but a night's effort, at least half weakened, if it's just like this, I won't be surprised, after all, I tossed in the middle of the night last night, and I encountered those bloody attacks.

However, I saw a touch of green in Huang Ming's yang fire, just like the Hang family.

"How can there be green?" I muttered, a little unable to believe my eyes.

"Green?" Widow Wang and Xu Laofu also noticed this, and after glancing at each other, they immediately took out two pieces of rune paper, bit their middle fingers, and then lit them.

The orange-red flame ignited, but there was a faint green tinge in it.

"Don't look at it, you all have a curse on you!" Hang Bian smiled faintly, came to the table, and took a sip of the wine bottle.

"What curse?" I asked. It's only been a day since we came, and we all had a touch of green on our bodies, which was a ghost fire and a curse in Hang Bian's mouth.

It's not the point, the point is that we don't notice anything, we don't perceive anything.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's still a lot of stuff for you to see!" Hang Bian smiled and said

"If you stay honestly, when the three days come, and follow the bride home, you will not have any specific harm, if you want to say harm, at most you will live a few years less!"

"But now, you are dying yourselves, and you can't blame others!" Hang Bian glanced at us meaningfully, raised his feet and walked out.

Coming to the train, he paused, pressed an electric bell installed on the wall, and said to us

"Hurry up and get on the bus, the car is about to leave, this is the first stop!"

"And you, aren't you looking for your master, I'll take you there!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Er. Zhu Er raised his head suddenly, some chaotic consciousness recovered, and without saying a word, he took a few steps and got on the small train.

A few of us walked up, Hang Bian was not playing tricks, but really showing us the secrets of Hangjia Village.

Predictably, he had done this before, but everyone who had seen the secrets of the Hang family died.

As Hang Bian said, if you don't do it, you won't die, and it will kill those people not only because of their curiosity, but also because of this so-called curse.

After sitting down, Hang Bian pressed the electric bell again, and after a while, as the oil rope tightened, the small train slowly went up.

I looked back, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at me in the fox mound, and there was unwillingness, pleading, and more despair in those eyes.

I can't figure out what kind of power is imprisoning those foxes, making them unable to speak, and being imprisoned here.

After about three minutes, the little train stopped and we got off one by one. Hang Bian stretched out his hand and pointed to the big kang below and said

"You have also seen that the reason why the medicinal materials produced in our Hangjia Village are stronger than the outside is actually on the fox mound, and those foxes are constantly resentful and provide these medicinal materials with nourishment!" The so-called cathode and yang are born in this way.

I silently calculated the location, and the thirteen small tombs above surrounded the medicine cellar in the middle, and the fox tomb below was cushioned at the bottom.

One up and down, under each other's wraps, for the medicine cellar far away and constantly nourishing.

"You have seen the medicine cellar, I will take you to see a powerful weapon developed by our Hangjia Village in the past two years!" Hang Bian ignored us who were pondering, but was afraid of his hands and walked straight out.

Zhu Er's eyes lit up, he had already thought of something, and followed after walking a few steps. Climbing out again, Hang Bian blocked the exit unhurriedly, and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

None of us asked much, Hang Bian's purpose now is very simple, to show us everything, in his eyes, we are probably already dead.

For the secret of Hangjia Village, he didn't want to hide it at all, in his eyes, whether it was the fox mound or the medicine cellar, it could not be copied.

After descending the mountain, Hang Bian led us to the other side of the hill. The right side is about the same, the mountain bag on the left side is about 100 meters high, and the trees at the foot of the mountain are relatively more dense, and the more upward, the more sparse they are.

When we came to the halfway point of the mountain, Hang Bian took us to stop in an open space, searched back and forth for a long time, and then pulled out an iron plate and said to us

"The one just now is the medicine cellar, and this one is the medicine room!" When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Zhu Er.

Zhu Er didn't care about these at all, but sniffed his nose vigorously, and the same was true for rhubarb.

"My grandfather is down there, he must be down there!" This time, without waiting for Hang Bian to go down, Zhu Er rushed down like crazy.

Hang Bian was still smiling, not annoyed at all, and after letting Zhu Er go down, he slowly climbed down.

A few of us looked at each other and climbed down. Different from the medicine cellar opposite, the passage here is much rougher and narrower, turning a corner, the space suddenly opens up, and a very fragrant smell penetrates into the nose, that old Zhu Tou, really here.

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