Mongolians are taboo to rob tombs, although they know that there are rich treasures in the tombs, but the stick master does not dare to think about these. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info it's just that the ghost and sorrow weeds he wants to find generally grow in this kind of place.

Mongolians don't all pay attention to sky burial, sky burial is the highest funeral that nobles can enjoy, ordinary herdsmen are still burial, but they are deep burials, some have to be buried five or six meters deep underground, and then let the herd of horses step flat, within a few days, new grass grows on the grave. The Mongolian steppe is full of strange imagination, and I am afraid that even my relatives will not be able to find any trace of this grave afterwards.

In general, if you find a ghost on the grassland, there are dead people buried in the eight achievements below.

Bang Ye was very taboo about these, but when he thought of the poor female intellectual, he had to go to find it. Far away, he saw in front of him, surrounded by mountains, and in the center of the valley there was a flat land, the lowest part of the whole mountain range, where there was no grass, and if there were ancient tombs nearby, they would be buried under it.

"Didn't you find it?" asked him.

"Well, not really, it was completely unexpected. ”

Bang Ye said that this low-lying area was a large area of red soil, and there was a yin aura on the soil, shrouded in a faint mist, so that he did not dare to move forward easily.

"Master, how can there be red land?

Chu Tianyue couldn't see the good thing, and deliberately showed off her professional knowledge in front of everyone. She hurriedly grabbed the conversation and said: "In our archaeology, this is called a red mud roof, and generally the people buried under this kind of ancient tomb are the Khan kings or noble heirs of ethnic minorities. ”

Wushuang glanced at her and ignored him, and told Yun Qiang: "Have you ever heard of the saying Chidi Qianli? This idiom says that after the catastrophe, there are dead people everywhere, and blood stains the earth red. This piece of red land that the stick master said is called the Nine Yin Gathering Peak, which is a place of great murder, and there may be how many dead people are buried underneath. ”

"The young master is worthy of being the heir of Yaogong, you are right, that place is terrible!"

"What do you see?"

When asked this, the old man quickly lit the cigarette pouch and took a few puffs to suppress the shock, for so many years he had the same nightmare almost every day, in which he returned to the mysterious and strange mountains again, and saw the crimson valley. It was a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of.

"Dead! lots of dead! many, many, too many to count!" he whispered, his tone heavy.

"Dead man, could it be that a wing of big rice dumplings can crawl out of the ground?" Yun Qiang couldn't imagine how much psychological damage the environment that Bang Ye was in at the beginning caused him. He is a stunned young man, no matter what he encounters, it's a big deal.

But Bang Ye didn't think so, although he was lucky enough to escape from that strange mountain forest, but for so many years, it seems that there have been countless resentful spirits pestering him, because he can't eat well and sleep well.

"If it's really a weak man, it's better to say, my good master has never done anything to lose his conscience in his life, and I'm not afraid of these ghosts!"

"I saw dead people coming out of all directions of that valley, there were too many, their clothes were from the ancients, they didn't belong to our age at all, and their faces were covered with blood, teeth and claws. At first, I thought it was the weak, and I picked up my shotgun and fired back, but I didn't expect that every bullet passed through their bodies as if it were hitting the air. Bang Ye recalled.

"What happened later?" Wushuang asked him with interest.

Then they gathered together, as if they had been trained soldiers, and they stood on the crimson soil, stood for a while, and then slowly dispersed. Out of the midst of these dead came an ancient Hu man, the man was dressed in military uniform, with precious gold objects all over his body, at first I thought he was the master of this ancient tomb, the Khan King of that generation, but if you look closely, this man has a hideous mask on his head. ”

"Masks, faces, that's weird. ”

"Yes, it's the mask, the kind of weird mask that our Mongolian shamans wear during the rituals of worshipping the heavens. He came up to me and said a few words in a heavy tone, probably rebuking me for not disturbing his slumber. He was furious, and reached out and grabbed me by the neck with his cold hand. When Bang Ye said this, a faint look flashed in his eyes, as if he was still very dissatisfied with his performance at that time.

Also, this man who stands on the top of the sky, the old Japanese devil is not afraid, but he was bullied by a dead ghost, and he said what happened to him in front of so many people, and his face must be gloomy, but he wants to say that he has been holding back for so many years, and today he finally has a listener.

"Grandma's, ****!******, we Mongolians are not afraid of heaven and earth, we are the heirs of Genghis Khan!" Yun Qiang shouted on the side.

"Hadron, there are times when you have to believe that there are forces in this world that people can never fight. I always believed that I was the strongest man on the prairie, but when his cold hand grabbed me by the neck, I couldn't muster any strength. ”

Bang Ye continued, his whole body was suspended, his whole body was very stiff, he couldn't use any strength, and he saw a pair of strange eyes exposed under that terrifying mask, and there were endless black holes in those eyes, as if he could see the depths of his soul at once, hollowing out his whole person.

Just when the life of the stick master was hanging by a thread, suddenly a golden light flashed from his neck, and suddenly a scorching power burst out, and the masked man was very afraid of this power, threw him on the ground and took a few steps back, and cursed him loudly in a foreign language.

Bang Ye was frightened at that time, he didn't know what was going on, he thought he was dead. I listened to the man scolding him for a mile. Then he gradually lost consciousness and passed out.

He woke up from the cold, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was already dawn. He tried to get up from the ground with all his might, but the strength in his body seemed to have been stolen by the demon of last night, and his whole body was still collapsed and weak.

Standing up, the rest of his body was fine, but the pain in his neck was unbearable, he touched it with his hand, ouch, his neck was swollen, and it was in the shape of a personal handprint.

He staggered to his feet, and walked for a long time in the rolling forest, until the sun above him was setting again, and he saw his fast horse at the foot of the mountain in the distance.