"Uncle Wang, what can I do about this?" said the tattooed third son with a bald head in his arms, with a sad face.

"Sanzi, what are you afraid of, people die for money, birds die for food, you just want to spend money lavishly, I also told you before, you have to spend your life to do this. Lao Wang frowned and said, he looked up at several young people with very ugly faces, knowing that his words were a little heavier, and he couldn't help but relax his tone.

"He's just been bitten by a poisonous insect, it's not a big deal, just go back and suck the poison out with his hair. ”

Hearing Lao Wang's words, the young people were still skeptical, Lao Wang said that his hair was particularly good at taking drugs, and they were bitten by snakes, insects, rats and ants in the process of digging ancient tombs.

"Uncle, or we'll wash our hands after we're done. The third son, who was holding the bald head, said cautiously, he lowered his head and looked at the bald head, only to see that his arm was swollen thick and big, which was particularly terrifying.

"What about you, Xiaowen, Zhang Qiang?" The cold glint in Lao Wang's eyes flashed, and he didn't answer, but turned to the other two young people and asked. If you enter this industry, you will not have a chance to quit, after all, tomb robbery will not only have cruel competition among peers, but it is also a big crime to be discovered by the police.

The third son has violated the rules of the trade, Lao Wang is ruthless, and he can't tolerate discordant voices in the team. And he also discovered a secret in that grave, maybe these people in front of him can use it.

"Since we want to do it, we will do it to the end, after all, we have low education, and the salary is low when we go to the city to find a job, how can we have this money quickly. Xiaowen said, after finishing speaking, he looked at Zhang Qiang and hurriedly lowered his head.

Although he was also very frightened when he saw the bald head, he still remembered that the last time Lao Wang asked the same topic, there was also a companion who wanted to do something and left, but when he went down to the ancient tomb for the second time, the companion died tragically inside, and even the body could not be found until now.

"That's what I thought, too. Zhang Qiang hurriedly agreed.

"Well, let's go back and treat the bald head's wounds first. Lao Wang nodded with satisfaction and said.

"If you don't give me the money from this sale, I don't want to do it. The third son continued to die, he was really afraid, he originally thought that he would be a tomb robber to make money, but he didn't expect that this thing had not been sold, and he almost died.

He remembered the ghost stories told by the old people in the village, and thought to himself that the sudden injury to his bald head must have something to do with digging people's graves.

"Hehe, don't worry, we'll go there again when the bald head is good, sell all the bright utensils inside, and let you leave when we get the money." Lao Wang said with a smile, and at the end he patted the third son on the shoulder.

"Really? Great!" The third son became excited, Mingqi estimated that there were hundreds of thousands of yuan, and he could get tens of thousands of yuan, just taking the money home to build a house, maybe he could find a daughter-in-law.

What he didn't see was that Xiaowen and Zhang Qiang both lowered their heads and said nothing.

Soon they returned to the rented house, which was not far from Yirentang, where there was an old building with a relatively cheap price, and the most important thing was that it was accessible in all directions.

Lao Wang rented two suites, one for Xiaowen and his three sons, and one for Zhang Qiang. They quickly stopped and carried their bald heads to the third floor, they put their bald heads on the sofa, Lao Wang hurriedly took out his backpack from the room, and many things were packed in it, only to see that he took out a lot of things.

Black donkey hooves, Luoyang shovel, probing and grabbing, etc., I saw Lao Wang take out a small deer skin package, carefully open it, and take out a lump of pitch-black human hair from it, and under the gaze of the three people, put the human hair on the wound of the bald head.

The three young men stared at the black hair with wide eyes, as if some miracle was about to happen, and sure enough, in a moment, the black hair slowly entered the wound, and the naked eye could see that the black qi on the bald head slowly faded, and finally concentrated on the wound.

At this time, his wound turned pitch black, and there was a fishy smell.

After about a few minutes, the old man took out another bottle of eye drops, squeezed some liquid on the wound of the bald head, and could smell a strong smell of ginger in the air, which was actually ginger water.

When the ginger water dripped in for a few seconds, the clump of hair actually came out on its own.

Lao Wang used tweezers to put the clump of hair in a bowl next to him and rinse it with water, and the clear water immediately turned fishy and black.

At this time, the bald head and face were much better, and he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he had to recuperate for a long time to recover. Lao Wang put the cleaned hair back into the deerskin package and put it back in the backpack under the greedy eyes of the three people.

This thing was handed down by the old Wang Zu, and its name is human hair, which can cure all kinds of poisons. I heard that the ancestor found it in a cemetery back then, and it was as precious as gold of the same weight.

As for whether it is a plant or other creatures, he can't say, but although human hair likes all kinds of poisons, it also likes the yang energy of the human body, and at the same time, it will absorb yang energy by detoxification, and ordinary people will definitely be bedridden.

Only when ginger water is applied to the wound will it automatically shrink and drill out.

"What's going on? where am I?" he muttered as the bald man opened his eyes, his lips bloodless.

"You rest quietly, it's fine. Lao Wang said kindly, his words seemed to have magic, and the bald head quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Alright, Sanzi, you keep your bald head, you two go with me to buy some supplies. Lao Wang said, and walked out of the house.

Guarding people is a very boring thing, the third son had to take out his mobile phone to play, and it was solved by making a bowl of instant noodles for dinner, and the bald head still had his eyes closed and did not wake up.

After eating instant noodles, Miko suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach, and he turned around and walked into the toilet to squat and play with his mobile phone.

Just as he walked into the toilet, the bald head suddenly opened his eyes, his face was full of pain, and he desperately clung to his surroundings.

Countless black lines appeared from his heart, spreading rapidly to his chest, his bald head struggled, his hands clutched his throat, and his face was flushed. It's a pity that the black line is still moving forward unrelentingly, and the black line spreads to the head.

If Zhang Yu used his yin and yang eyes here, he could see that in the heart of the bald head, a thick black air mass was shrouded, and the corpse insects in the black air mass were constantly devouring the yang energy of the bald head.

"Touch!" Sanzi walked out of the toilet with his nose covered, and the sound of closing the door alarmed the corpse worm, and the black line instantly retracted to his heart, and his bald head naturally fainted.

Looking at the bald head who was still asleep, the third son continued to lie on the sofa and play with his mobile phone.

It was getting dark, and the three sons didn't care, and sometimes they went out to buy supplies and didn't come back the next day. He grew a little tired, looked at his bald head, and he curled up on the couch to watch TV.

Seeing that it was the middle of the night, the wind was blowing outside, and the windows were blown open a lot.

Suddenly, a wind chime-like jingle sounded from outside, like a lullaby, and Miko felt heavy eyelids, and soon his head tilted and fell into a deep sleep.

In a moment, a pitch-black beetle crawling in the window, exuding the smell of corpses, and the smell was the same as the smell of corpses on ceramic shards.

It quietly crawled to Sanzi's side and bit the back of his hand, Sanzi didn't react at all, the beetle slowly burrowed into the wound, disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the wound on the back of his hand slowly healed, all this as if it hadn't happened.

The room was silent, and the bald head and the third son lay in the room like dead people.