Brother Qiang was about to poke a hole with a military thorn, Diao Nan glared at him, and pulled out the dagger from his leg with some reluctance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe dagger is sharp, how can it be compared to the broken copper and iron that has been rotten for more than a hundred years, and the destruction and decay cut a hole on the side.

The copper box was completely opened, and there was a thick stack of paper inside, and the paper was a little yellow, but it was well preserved in a sealed environment. I took out the top one lightly, looked at the vigorous official book on it, and it was hard to believe that it was written by a native master. I don't know most of the characters above, not to mention the traditional characters, and some of them are even written, apparently just for the sake of simple description.

Diao Nan took it, and Brother Qiang shone it with a flashlight on the side. Diao Nan frowned and looked at it seriously, and at the same time translated the words above into the vernacular and told us.

This piece of paper is placed on top, apparently written last. The main content of the above is to hope that someone can see his body and take his head back to his hometown to be buried by the clansmen. This Duan inkstone is regarded as a down payment for thanks, and the head will be thanked by the clansmen.

Brother Qiang punched me, "You have to lift his hat, this time his head fell into the ditch, and we don't have a chance to think about it." ”

Diao Nan turned around and smiled at Brother Qiang, "When you die, your head is useless anyway, and in the end there is a skeleton left, we will send it to him, anyway, a few bones, his family doesn't know who is who, and you also got some cheap monkey monkey grandchildren." ”

I looked at Diao Nan strangely, I know almost all the traditional characters, this is a good ability to eat for a modern person, why do you have to do this thing of touching the blonde hair.

For the rest of the day, we spent the rest of the skeleton sorting through the manuscripts. This also leads us to a bizarre story. Due to the wrong order in which the manuscript was placed, Diao Nan's translation to us was also the Dongshan rabbit and the Xishan pheasant, paragraph by paragraph, I sorted it out and told it in the vernacular:

The owner of this skeleton is surnamed Mu, and we will call him Senior Mu for the time being. The specific time occurred in the early Qing Dynasty, and since the manuscript is not clear, we also guessed the approximate time based on some information.

Senior Mu is also a rich man, and he inherited his ancestral family business at a young age. It stands to reason that there is no need to worry about food and clothing, but because of the literary prison in the early Qing Dynasty, the whole family was imprisoned, and the family wealth was scattered to save the lives of the family.

Forced by life, he became a tomb robber and a friend surnamed Cong. Although this friend surnamed Cong's family is in the jade business, robbing tombs and sending mounds is a family heirloom. Once, the Cong family supported the pot, and Senior Mu went to set up firewood and joined an inverted bucket team.

It is said that this is a rich fight, so rich that everyone can wash their hands of gold and earn enough coffin books after making this ticket. But as various preparations progressed, Senior Mu found that this fight was not simple, and it was very likely that he would die for a lifetime. At this time, if you quit, you will be picked (killed), so you can only take one step at a time.

Because it was impossible for the people who supported the pot to reveal anything about the bucket before entering the fight, the predecessors of Mu found that the various utensils prepared were very extraordinary, and in that era, everyone had a firecracker, and it simply became a rebel army carrying the banner of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty. The most common glutinous rice, bundled corpse ropes, Luoyang shovels and other commonly used objects are the same. This made him muttered in his heart, which showed that there were corpses in the bucket, and they were at the level of the corpse king, and these things were completely useless.

It was even more strange when they went down, the Cong family only arranged for a descendant to follow, and the main people and horses in it were from a family surnamed Yu.

At first, everything went well, even in the roadblock coffin, it was easily resolved, and he entered the tomb unscathed. Although all kinds of zongzi emerge in an endless stream, there are also some casualties, after all, some valuable Ming utensils have been obtained. Originally, these people were outlaws, and the death of their accomplices meant that they could get an extra share, and there was nothing to worry about.

But what happened next made him feel even more strange, all the zongzi seemed to besiege them very purposefully, like an army under command, no matter where they were hiding, they could always find them.

Senior Mu and others hid in Tibet in the middle of the ancient tomb, and they had long lost their way back. Fortunately, with the command of the descendants of the Cong family, although the danger is full of dangers, it can barely survive.

At that time, Xia Dou could bring up to three days of rations, but Senior Mu and others were trapped in the fight, and they could only flee hungry after three days. The last remaining people had to eat people to get by.

Senior Mu was quick to think and found an important problem, who had a bright weapon on his body was more likely to get special care from Zongzi. Therefore, Senior Mu secretly threw away all the Ming weapons on his body, so that it would be much safer, after all, the Ming weapons were still outside the body, and even if he got them, he had to take them out.

The strange phenomena discovered by Senior Mu were far more than these, and the descendants of the Cong family blew a whistle or two from time to time. The whistle was loud, saying that it was a safe message to the people above. There was also a sound or two from above.

Senior Mu knew that this was a communication cut within the family, and it was completely impossible for outsiders to understand. But once, there was a whistle from the other party, and the Cong family Housheng replied and arranged for everyone to move forward, but not long after, they broke into the zongzi group.

Senior Mu had been careful for a long time, and walked far behind, pretending to be injured and physically exhausted. He hid in the dark and saw it clearly, and the intention of the Cong family was very obvious to lead the zongzi to one place. For his own safety, Senior Mu did not follow behind the zongzi, but stayed where he was and waited quietly. Not long after, Senior Mu saw several people walking far away in the direction where he was holding torches.

Senior Mu could have returned to the big team, maybe he was too suspicious, and he hid because of the ghosts.

Senior Mu was completely shocked when he saw the people coming, because not only did this group of people have friends from his Cong family, but the entire team was completely composed of the Cong family, and there was no one with a foreign surname.

At this time, Senior Mu realized that his large group of people was played by the Cong family, and was used as a bait to attract firepower and clear the obstacles for these Cong families.

Unwillingly, he kept following a few people, wanting to see what the other party's purpose was.

The Cong family arrived at a stone gate with a familiar car, and Senior Mu wanted to get closer because the location was not ideal, but he didn't expect a Cong family to come back. He thought he had been discovered, so he hurriedly hid, and when he poked his head out again, only the Cong family who had been looking around before was left in his sight, and the others disappeared silently.

Senior Mu hid behind the stone to avoid being discovered, and when he heard the sound of talking, he poked his head out to take a look, and everyone appeared in place silently.

His friend from the Cong family was carrying a golden object in his hand, which looked extremely heavy.

He heard the Cong family talking to each other, to the effect that they had succeeded in informing the descendants of the Cong family that they had succeeded, and let the descendants of the Cong family decide on their own according to the situation, but they could not leave anything alive. Friends of the Cong family have repeatedly reminded them more than once that person has appeared, and they must let the future generations of the Cong family pay attention to safety.