Xiao Moyan pointed to the bottom of the coffin and said softly, "The sound here." ”

My wife and I made the same movement almost at the same time, putting our ears close to the coffin and listening to the sound inside the coffin. Indeed, as Xiao Moyan said, the sound came from inside the coffin, as if two clay pots collided together, but the sound was very small, and it couldn't be heard at all if you didn't listen carefully.

If it is really the impact sound of the clay pots, then the distance between the two clay pots must be very close, not even more than a centimeter apart, otherwise there will not only be such a faint collision sound.

After listening to the sound, the three of us looked at each other, with all kinds of doubts on our faces, and I asked Xiao Moyan, "In addition to the sound of the clay pot colliding in the coffin, do you hear any other sounds?" For example, is there anything moving, or rather, what is the sound of the clay pot touching it?" ”

"There was no other sound, only the crash of the clay pots. Xiao Moyan shook his head and replied firmly.

"Oh my god, this is fucking weird, there is no other sound, the clay pot can't be ringing on its own. The old prostitute muttered suspiciously.

In fact, not only the old prostitute is puzzled, I am also very puzzled, after all, the impact sound is from the coffin, it is normal for the coffin to have a burial clay pot sacrifice, but the clay pot can make a crash sound, this is not normal, unless there is a zongzi inside touching the clay pot, it will make a sound, otherwise the clay pot is a dead thing, how can it move.

I listened carefully again against the coffin lid, not that I didn't trust Xiao Moyan's ears, but that I was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, the more times like this, the more cautious I became.

"The sound is here, it's really the sound of clay pots colliding, yes, this is the location. I pointed to the middle of the coffin and said with certainty.

"The sound here?" the old prostitute looked at me with a puzzled look.

I understood why he looked at me in confusion, because it was impossible for two clay pots to be in this position at the same time. According to Feng Shui, the clay pots are not a single pair of offerings, and the placement is also very particular.

As early as the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was more popular to use clay pots to hold sacrifices or relics of the tomb owner during his lifetime, but the two clay pots will be placed on both sides of the tomb owner's body, most of which are placed in the position of the corpse's hands. If two clay pots are placed on one side, it is a taboo in feng shui, and there is also a saying: carry two treasures with one hand, and future generations will not come. In other words, all the fortune was taken away by the tomb owner, and there was no way for future generations.

Although the clay pots are not the royal relatives, princes and ministers, most of them are some ordinary people, at best, there are a bit of squires and wealth, but the era is still more superstitious Feng Shui, whether it is a poor person or a rich man, will not violate the taboo of Feng Shui, so the two clay pots will never be put together.

But the sound I heard was indeed two clay pots colliding in one place, completely touching the feng shui taboo, which had to confuse us.

"My god, it's really strange every year, and there are so many of them this year, how the hell could you put two clay pots together?" said the old prostitute to herself.

"Could it be the owner of this coffin, there are no descendants, so he didn't leave a way for future generations to make money, or he doesn't understand feng shui, you look at the location of this tomb, it's not a good place, the trapped dragon land between two mountains and a ditch is obviously a dead hole, and there is no purple gas at all. I explained.

"My day, Xiao Qi, what you said makes some sense, when we came down, I observed, it is indeed not suitable for tombs. ”

"Are you thinking too much, this is Thailand, and Thailand also has its own Feng Shui. Xiao Moyan said.

"Fuck, I didn't know this was Thailand, hundreds of years ago most of the Golden Triangle was Chinese, this tomb is 1,800 years old, do you think you believed in Chinese feng shui or Thai feng shui at that time?" said the old prostitute.

Xiao Moyan was speechless by the old prostitute, so he didn't answer again, I asked the old prostitute, "What do you think?"

"My god, I would rather be a zongzi, so I don't have to worry about it. After speaking, the old prostitute looked at Xiao Moyan again, and asked her again: "Are you sure you didn't hear anything else inside?"

This time, Xiao Moyan didn't answer immediately, but listened for a while, nodded and said, "There is no other sound, it is the sound of the clay pot crashing, and now there are more and more sounds." ”

Hearing Xiao Moyan say that there were more and more crashing sounds, I hurriedly listened to it with my ears, it didn't matter what I heard, it made my scalp tingle when I heard it. The sound of the clay pots in the coffin is no longer as monotonous as just now, I can clearly hear that the coffin is like a fried pot, and there are I don't know how many clay pots collide together.

"This is not right, how can there be so many clay pots? Nima, the coffin is full of the sound of clay pots, almost everywhere. I said.

"Oh my god, isn't it?" the old prostitute said and listened.

Before he could bend down, he heard a "pop" from inside the coffin, followed by the muffled sound of the fragments of the clay pot hitting the coffin.

"It's broken," the three of us shouted in unison.

That is, in five or six seconds, the coffin seemed to be setting off firecrackers, and the crackling sound was non-stop, some were the sound of clay pots breaking, and some were the sound of splinters, in short, the coffin was a mess.

The three of us looked at each other, and I noticed that their expressions had become blank, and my own face must have been extremely ugly.

Although this is not an emergency, there is a collision of clay pots in advance, but it can be regarded as catching us off guard. The sound of so many clay pots breaking was so unexpected that we didn't know what was in the coffin at all, and there was no form or concept at all, because we knew that it was definitely not a zongzi.

"Grunt, grunt, grunt" The coffin made this disturbing sound, and it wasn't just one thing making a sound, almost every corner of the coffin had this kind of sound, which had to make people feel creepy.

If it is usual, I can think of this grunt as some fool gulping water, but this is not usual, we are in the coffin under our feet, and this sound brings us a signal that in addition to danger or danger.

"Bang, bang, bang" The contents of the coffin are hitting the coffin board.

It can be judged by the sound that they are not only numerous, but also have a certain attack power, and the sound of hitting the coffin board is getting heavier and heavier, shaking the water outside to roll up wave after wave of water lines.

"Oh my god, they're going to come out," the old prostitute shouted.