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Sha Lao nodded vigorously with his fist: "Yes, yes, that place was obviously dug before, and there was nothing in the soil at that time, not even a broken tile, let alone such a large jar." However, just a few days ago, when I dug half a meter deep, I saw new soil - it was indeed new soil, just like the new soil that we dug up and filled in when we buried the jar more than ten years ago. I can't explain anything but ...... We can only discuss it when you come back. ”

I looked down and thought about it for a few minutes, thinking that my temples ached, and I still didn't have an answer in my heart.

"Sha Ye, go back. "I pointed to the gate.

Ten gold bars are enough for them to spend the rest of their lives, for the sake of Sha Lao's fist accepting his grandfather's entrustment, this gold bar should be the reward for digging pits and burying the altar back then.

Sha Lao nodded his fist in agreement, but he didn't mean to get up and leave.

I whispered, "What else?"

Before Sha Lao's fist could speak, he first showed a bitter expression: "Shi, there is indeed another matter, you have to help us." ”

I was stunned: "What's the matter?"

Sha Lao dragged the altar over with his fist, carefully lowered it to the left, and showed me the bottom of the altar.

The bottom of the jar is not blank, but has a pattern with simple strokes and deep notches.

The pattern is a large open eye, with upper and lower eyelids, eyeballs, pupils, eyelashes, etc., exactly like ordinary eyes.

Engraved under the eyes is a line of small letters: "The violator of the oath shall die within three days and three nights." ”

Judging from the content of the story told by Sha Lao Fist, the paintings and characters were left by his grandfather. He entrusted the altar to Sha Lao's fist, and he didn't fully believe it in his heart, but there was no one to use, so he made the decision to "bury things".

"I don't want to die, but what I've done, I've broken my oath, and I really deserve to die. Sha Lao said worriedly.

"Sha Ye, you are reluctant to bear the gold and don't want to bear any bad consequences, right?" In an instant, I felt helpless about the old man in front of me who had been in the rivers and lakes.

I should not despise him, because it is not only him who wants to take the gold bars for himself, but 99.9 percent of the people. Greed is indispensable to the root of human inferiority.

At the same time, the curse engraved on the bottom of the altar clearly told him that the embezzlement of gold would bring disaster. So, he came up with the bitter plan to take me to see the gold bars, and staged the scene where Grandma Sha desperately protected the gold bars.

For the sake of ten gold bars, he has done his best to take out all the wisdom he has accumulated in his life, and use all the acting skills at the bottom of the box.

"Stone, I can't help it, please forgive Grandpa Sha! If Brother Xia hadn't gone far in the spirit of the sky, for the sake of many years of good brothers, I would also ask him to forgive me. In the next life, when I am a cow and a horse, I will never forget to repay him. Sha Lao looked up at the night sky on the top of the old mansion, clenched his hands into fists, and shook them three times in a row.

I sighed, trying to figure out what my grandfather meant when he entrusted the altar that day.

If the jar is buried in the courtyard of my house, the goal is too obvious, even if the "burying technique" is used, there will be thaumaturgical masters who will trace it and use all kinds of violent methods to crack it, and if the goal is not achieved, it will never give up. In that case, even if the altar can be saved, my family's life will be messed up.

Grandpa entrusted the jar to Sha Lao's fist, which is actually a kind of Tai Chi technique of "four or two dialing a thousand catties". The enemy was so powerful that it was like King Kong pounced, and Grandpa just moved the jar horizontally to the courtyard near the left, which immediately made the enemy lose his target, and no matter how many times he came, he would not return. Therefore, to be able to keep the altar, Sha Lao's fist is meritorious.

Moreover, the people of Jinan have the old saying of "half of the meeting" for lost and relics, and those who see it have a share in the windfall, as long as they are present, they have the right to share a little. It is reasonable to give Sha Lao ten gold bars to his fist as a reward.

"Sha Ye, I just said, this matter ends here. "I made an epilogue again, and cut off all grievances and gains and losses from this moment.

"That's good, that's great!" Sha Lao Fist immediately had a smile on his face, probably he was waiting for my words.

Gold bars are very easy to realize, and in the Sun Gold Store on Baotu Quanbei Road, they are purchased with an open door with fair terms and reasonable prices.

As long as the old couple of the Sha family are willing to cash in the gold bars, they will soon be able to buy houses and land in other places in Jinan City and live a good life.

"Sha Ye, let's stop here. "I gave the eviction order.

The sword spectrum of "Shenzhou Nine Blades" has changed from an illusion of nothingness to a real book, which has given me great encouragement. As long as I practice hard according to the sword book, I can become a real master of sword skills and make up for my shortcomings in the rivers and lakes.

Time is precious, and I don't want to worry about the altar anymore.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go back, you rest early. Sha Lao let go of his fist and stood up.

When he let go of the altar, I naturally reached out and held it, and my index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger naturally reached into the inside of the altar mouth.

The inner walls of this clay-fired jar are not smooth, and the finger belly is extremely rough to the touch.

Strangely, I immediately found myself touching some clearly stroked text nicks. In other words, in addition to the pictures and spells at the bottom, there are mysteries in this jar.

I didn't say anything, looking at the appearance of Sha Lao's fist, everything he knew had been confessed, and there was no longer anything to hide.

"Let's go, let's go, Brother Xia, let's go!" Sha Lao walked to the middle of the courtyard with his fist, first to the north, then to the south, and then to the east and west. If he has a conscience, he knows that he is not doing things properly, and he has taken ill-gotten gains that he should not have. Bowing these four bows is equivalent to apologizing to Grandpa's spirit in the sky.

He walked out and then helped me close the door.

I listened intently, and he walked in the alley on the ground, and then there was no movement.

With the light coming out of the north house, I turned the altar and looked at the inner wall of the altar.

Sure enough, there was a circle of small characters the size of peanuts engraved on it, which read: "On the night when the altar was returned to the descendants of the Xia family, there was a night owl attacking, don't be alarmed, I have laid down a secret soldier, and I will kill it." After the night owl, the strong enemy presses the territory, don't panic, and there is a good way to expel it. After the descendants of the Xia family obtained the knife score, they practiced it day and night, did not be lazy, cultivated to achieve positive results, and planned for the world. ”

I feel that these words are in the same vein as the paintings and characters at the bottom of the altar, and they are definitely done by one person.

"Night stalkers, secret soldiers, strong enemies, good strategies?" I read it three times in a row, and my heart really became a little uneasy.

Tonight is the "night" when the jar is returned to my hands, and if this small line of prophecy comes true, then the "night owl and strong enemy" will soon arrive.

The old mansion and courtyard are so dilapidated, it should not be able to withstand the wind and rain for a few times.

It was the grandfather who entrusted the altar, and it should be him who left these words.

I stroked these words, but what swirled in my mind was the back of my grandfather staggering on the bluestone street on the other side of the Wangfu Pond.

The twilight of the hero is the saddest thing, but the people in this old town don't seem to know the glory of grandpa in the thaumaturgical world, and only regard him as an old and incompetent mortal. This huge contrast especially makes me unwilling.

Of course, if it weren't for these words that Sha Lao Fist told me today, I wouldn't know what my grandfather did silently.

Tonight, I was expecting something to happen, and I had no fear in my heart, and I just wanted to see the ambush that my grandfather had left behind more than ten years ago.

The Xia family is destined to be extraordinary, even if it is hidden deep in the low and dark old city of Jinan, there will be a moment when it soars into the sky and becomes a blockbuster. As a descendant of the Xia family, I will inherit the legacy of my ancestors and become a new legend in the new century and new China.

The big cat on the roof was barking again, and at some point, countless cats, large and small, appeared on the roofs of the neighbors. But only the big cat barked, and all the other cats lay silent.

I remember that when I was a child, on the night of the full moon, the cat on the roof would bark very badly, one after another, all night long. Grandpa came out with a bamboo pole and a flashlight, and stood in the courtyard waving it to drive away the restless cats.

As soon as I thought of the flashlight, I immediately noticed something odd.

Before I arrived at Sha Lao Fist's house, I didn't turn on the lights when I entered the house, but just put Ming Qianying into the ice coffin in the dark. Then, I withdrew with the light black, lest Sha Lao's fist discover the secret in the ice coffin. In other words, until now, the lights in my house should have been turned off, and there would never be any light coming out of the north room.

In this house, my grandfather and I used to live. Grandpa is gone, and now it's just me. I don't turn on the lights, and no one will ever walk in and turn them on for me.

So, who turned on the light, and is the person who turned it on still in the house?

At the thought of this, a cold sweat broke out on my back. Because I just thought that in addition to me, there should be another person in the old mansion, that is, Ming Qianying lying in the ice coffin. If it was her who turned on the light, then the only reason was - "deceitful corpse".

I gently let go of the jar, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the door of the north room.

The door was open, and when I pushed it, it opened.

There was no one in the north room, and the lid of the ice coffin was also closed, so there was no trace that Ming Qianying had "cheated the corpse" and left.

"Who's in the house?" I asked in a low voice.

The room was silent, and no one answered.

I stepped over the threshold and slowly walked over to the ice coffin, leaning over to take a look. Through the plexiglass lid of the ice coffin, Ming Qianying, wrapped in a curtain, was still lying there quietly, no different from when I left.

"It's okay, it's not her. "I breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, this is not the result I want the most. What I want is not to "cheat the corpse", but to wake up and survive by luck. Her death came extremely abruptly and very regrettable.

It's a pity, it's just my good wish, Ming Qianying is dead, and it's impossible to wake up again.

I stood next to the ice coffin and looked around the room, convinced that there was no second person.

"Could it be a mistake?" I was in a trance.

The North House is so big, it's impossible to hide other people.