There are many taboos in the tomb robbery industry, and each sect is different.

My grandfather set up his own sect, and the rule he set for me was "three noes".

Don't steal unjust dead ghosts, don't steal young dead ghosts, and don't go when your body is not clean.

The unjust ghost is too resentful, and the young ghost is also a short-lived ghost, and the yang energy is too heavy, and if you are unlucky, you will encounter a big zongzi.

As for the uncleanliness of the body...... If you don't clean yourself, if you go to that unclean place again, you will get sick when you come back.

When I crawled out of the tomb of a dead man named Wang Fujia in the Qing Dynasty, my mobile phone rang just now, and Nokia was still at the top end of fashion, and the ringtone was extremely loud.

In the middle of the night, I was so scared that the shovel in my hand fell.

This is a Qing tomb, but it is a genuine zongzi, not a small box containing white ashes.

In recent years, the tomb robbery industry has suddenly boomed. The modern tombs have been trampled on by novices, and there is no oil and water to fish, so I have traveled thousands of miles to Xiangxi.

The caller was a girl from the candy shop next door, Yingying, with a sweet and shy voice.

"Brother Frost, when are you coming back? Grandma is sick! ”

Hearing Yingying say that my grandmother was sick, I immediately said that I would quickly ask for leave from the "company" and then plan to hang up the phone, but Yingying said shyly: "Brother Frost, I'll wait for you to come back!" ”

I hung up the phone laughing and crying.

Regarding the title of "brother", it is really a good hand done by grandpa.

He said that I am very yang, and I can disguise myself as a man, which saves a lot of trouble.

This person was sick as soon as he got old, but fortunately, I was "out of breath", and the neighbors ignored my grandmother, but they also helped take care of my grandmother after my "business trip", otherwise it would be really difficult to count on my grandfather...... I jumped up on my feet, grabbed the top of the tomb with both hands, and climbed up with a sharp face!

It is said that Xiangxi is evil, but if you are careful, it is nothing to pick a simple rich businessman.

I stepped on it during the day, and there was a silversmith in this tomb.

An innocent family, all silversmiths for generations, there are no Gu worms, and the tombs in Xiangxi City are not as evil as the legend. picked up the peach wood branches that had been prepared a long time ago, slapped them all around, knocked out the bad luck and corpse qi together, and looked around, thinking that Wang Fujia's children were too picky, and there were only four funeral goods in total! But when I casually glanced at the tombstone, I froze—

Why is the name on this tablet two words? Isn't it Wang Fujia?

I panicked, and the peach branch in my hand broke with a "snap".

Things are not good.

I quickly walked over to the tomb I had stolen and looked at the words on the stone tablet—

Chi Chen, born 1982, died 2008......

The four Arabic numerals of 1982 have sent chills down my body, and the year of my death has made me gasp even more, because today is January 3, 2008. He died in 2008, only 3 days later, and there must be something else hidden when he was buried in such a hurry.

The short-lived ghost and the unjust ghost all rolled together......

I felt a little soft under my feet.

But this has come to this, and there is no room for manoeuvre! I wanted to go home for a good year after pouring this bucket. The peach branch that was broken for no reason has made people's hearts hairy, and what makes people even more hairy is the moon.

Just before the bright moon was in the sky, it turned into a hairy moon in a blink of an eye. The hairy moon is the kind of cloudy and misty that looks like the moon has long hair from a distance......

The hairy moon is windy; The demon wind gusts are ghosts.

This phenomenon is very unlucky to appear in the inverted bucket line.

The biting cold wind rose on the ground, and the sound of the wind was more like the sound of people's breath -

"Hah-huh-"

I looked down at the peach branches that had been blown away on the ground, and narrowed my eyes, it seemed that I had provoked this young ghost.