That is true of the world, but no matter what, sometimes when it comes time for you to choose, you have to choose. Just like at the beginning, I had an argument with my third uncle over finding a stranger to carry the coffin, and the third uncle gave me the opportunity to call the shots. I didn't sleep all night, I had a panda eye, and in the end I could only accept the plan set by the third uncle.

"Let's go!" I took my shovel and walked in the calculated direction, and the lion's head said yes, and trotted after him with his shovel. When I passed by the corpse room, I saw an iron cage hanging under the mulberry tree, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, thinking that I had forgotten about this fork, and I wondered if the little freak was a corpse.

However, at that time, I was anxious about the safety of the Ma Boss, and I didn't have the heart to care about it, so I just glanced at it when I passed by. It was just this hurried glance that made me stop with a sudden brake, so that the lion head following behind me didn't pay attention and almost hit me.

Although it was in the midst of the fire, the little thing in this cage did not lie there sickly like the others, but arched its body, held its head high, formed a "B" shape, and stood there.

Noticing the direction his head facing, my heart couldn't help but beat hard, and I got closer to take a closer look, only to see that the original azure body of this little thing was faintly red at this time, and a little head was even more red and shiny, the small round hole at the mouth kept shrinking one by one, and the skin and flesh at the forehead were tight, although I couldn't see the facial features, but I actually saw a trace of anger in this fleshy mass.

"Brother Lu...... This...... What is this? Behind him came the sound of a lion's hair trembling, and the fat man was probably frightened by this strange thing.

I didn't have time to talk to him, opened the iron cage, reached out and poked the little freak, only to feel that the tentacles were hot, and the original soft body was very tense at this time, probably sensing my touch, the little head twisted towards me, but then turned back.

At the time, I didn't know what to think, so I picked up the cage and turned it around. Immediately after that, I saw a peculiar scene. As soon as I turned in this direction, the little freak's head was raised, and he seemed to be very angry, and his straight body twisted, turned around, and turned in the same direction again.

I tried a few times and it was like this several times.

The lion's head turned white, and he leaned over and said, "How does this thing look like a compass?" ”

My heart pounded, and I picked up the iron cage and ran towards the head of the little freak, and the lion's head barked behind and followed.

The direction the little freak was pointing in the southeast of the funeral home. After about a hundred paces, I saw the little freak writhing restlessly in the cage, his little head scratching and his mouth hissing very softly.

I immediately stopped and lowered the cage to the ground. The little freak spun around the cage a few times before bowing in one direction again.

I looked in that direction, and not far ahead was a small raised mound, but it was not a pure yellow mud slope, but a mixture of loess and granite.

The lion's head was tired and panting, and said: "That place is called the Dead Man's Slope, and there is a burial hole below. However, since the cemetery was built here, the hole has been sealed. ”

I took my shovel and the cage and ran to the Dead Man's Slope.

"Hey, my ancestors, you can slow down, I'm tired!" Behind him came the wailing of a lion's head.

Seeing the sun climb up to the middle of the sky, I didn't care about anything else, gritted my teeth and went straight to the bottom of the mound. The mound is not large, and granite rocks can be seen from under the yellow mud. After looking around, I saw traces of dirt that had been turned.

As soon as I put the cage on the ground, I beckoned the lion's head to come and dig down. The dirt was soft, apparently it had just been turned up, and after digging for a while, the shovel hit something hard, and my arm was sore.

When the floating soil was dusted off, a white slate was revealed, and the color of the slate should have been just buried in the soil. I couldn't help but feel refreshed, and the two of them continued to dig to the side, revealing a whole stone slab, about a meter square. The lion's head and I lifted it aside, but fortunately the slab was large, but not very thick, and we used all the strength to feed it, and finally moved it aside.

Under the slate, a large black hole was suddenly revealed, and a dull and turbid air flow swept up.

"Grass his grandmother's, these eight achievements are the previous corpse cave, why was it dug up again." The lion-headed monster screamed.

I took a flashlight out of my bag and shone it inside. The hole is not vertical, but slopes downward, and seems to be quite deep, and the light of the torch does not end.

I asked the fat man to take a flashlight, took out a fist-sized ball from his bag, which was soaked in cotton cloth and special fire oil to dry, took a lighter, and threw it into the hole.

The fireball rolled down the slope until it finally stirred up a ray of spark and crashed into the darkness. I could see the terrain where the fireball was rolling, and I remembered it silently in my mind, took out a bundle of rope from my bag, found a place to fix one end, and tied a small stone to the other, and threw it into the hole.

"I said, little brother, you're playing a few tricks! What did you do before? The fat dead man looked at me stunned.

I ignored him, these are just the basic techniques of our industry, and I have done it countless times with my third uncle since I was a child. Looking up at the sky, the sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost noon.

I put the lion's head on it, carried my bag, put the flashlight in my mouth, and went down the hole with the rope twisted. The cave slopes down at an angle of about 45 degrees, and the rocks on the way are so sharp that if you are not careful, you may be pierced by the sharp stone.

I guess if this cave is really the same cave where corpses were hidden, then I'm afraid there is more than one hole in this hole. Because if the corpse was thrown down from the hole, it would have to be hung on the sharp stones that stood like bamboo shoots before it reached the bottom of the cave.

I skillfully twisted the rope and lowered it as fast as I could, moving in and out of the rocks. If this kind of basic skill is not done well, it is estimated that Feng Laosan will really be ridiculed fiercely.

The hole was very deep, but the bundle of rope I brought was not long enough, so I simply put the rope down and climbed down the wall with my bare hands. After only a few steps, a stream of air came up from below, very dull and turbid, mixed with a familiar smell.

That's the smell of incense ash.

I was overjoyed, and I stepped down to climb down, and finally stepped on the ground. The smell of incense ash grew stronger and stronger, and I took a flashlight and shone it around. Seeing that the bottom of this cave is not large, it can accommodate more than 20 people standing at the same time. In the center, a black coffin was parked, and under the coffin, a thick layer of incense ash was spread.

The coffin was so cumbersome that it was almost impossible to get down the road it had just taken that way. I used a flashlight to look around, and I saw that there was another hole in the wall of the cave not far from the coffin, which was about another path.

Walking to the edge of the coffin, by the light of the flashlight, I saw that the coffin was black, I had never seen a coffin made of this material before, it was probably the black Mucuna produced in Shu. The dead face said in the note that the black mucuna belongs to the wood of pure yang and is not suitable for coffins, but if you want to put this fire in the fire, you have to use this black mucuna as a coffin.

There is also a coffin outside the coffin, and the mezzanine should be paved with red nitrate. This puts everything right, and the hole I am in at this time is the eye of the Flame Bureau, that is, the burial pit used to guide the fire of the six lands. Next, as long as the corpse in the coffin is destroyed, this blazing situation will not be broken!

I was about to set fire to the coffin and the corpse inside, but when I started it, I found that something was wrong, I couldn't catch fire underneath, no wonder the fire oil ball just now rolled down and was silent.

Although the air below is very dirty, it can barely breathe, which means that there is nothing wrong with the air, but the fire cannot be lit at all. I swept the hole a few times with a flashlight, but I don't know what was done by the bull's nose surnamed Chen.