I kept drawing circles and shaking the mourning stick, and I didn't know what to do next. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info At this time, the ghost couldn't hold on, and there were several shadows gathered around me, and a few steps away from me, the high and low ones were not stopped on the ground, some were in the air, some were sunk in the ground, it looked like they were worshipping, or pleading!

A voice, or a consciousness, is saying, "Okay, don't fight, if you hit him again, he will disperse, and if he can't gather again, he will be destroyed!"

My own consciousness said, "Then how am I going to arrest you if you run away?"

"You yourself are a child, and children are ghosts among men, you can catch him by sticking your spit on your hands, you can catch him but don't hit him!"

I tried to spit in my left hand, reached out and grabbed the shadow, feeling that my hand was still empty, but the shadow seemed to be stuck to my hand and could not escape. Actually, I don't have to grasp it with my left hand, the ghost is already stuck to my hand. I stopped waving the artemisia stalks, gasping for air deeply. Luckily they compromised first, and I was worried about whether the artemisia stalk would be able to withstand such a vigorous swing.

"What are you doing here, what do you want, how are you going to let him go?"

"You're all dead, why don't you disperse? What's here?"

"You can't take those things, even if you break us up, you can't take those things!"

"Okay, but I want to know what it is, it might have something to do with my third uncle. By the way, has my third uncle been here?"

"There are many people who have been here, and curiosity will make you go through calamities, and it may cost you your life!"

"I just want to know, what are those things, and whether my third uncle has been here, and what he has experienced!"

"Only one person has ever been in, and it may be your third uncle. ”

"Then why is he crazy?"

"He's not crazy, he's just dead!"

"What? just dead?

"The way of the living is called death, and the living cannot enter that realm. Do you want to go in too?"

"What realm?"

"You can't understand it, so just go in and have a look!"

"You want to kill me?"

"It's okay if you don't want to die, just look at the surface, you can't understand it anyway!"

The shadows were moving, and I followed them to a place. This place seems to be a bit low-lying, the ground seems to have been turned over, but the time of rummaging has been for a long time, and the traces are covered by wild grass, and if you don't get close to look closely, you can't see the difference from other places at all. But now I see the world is different from usual, and I can see some differences, but I can't say what the specific differences are, maybe it's just the consciousness in my mind.

"Is there something here?" my mind asked.

"I guess there is. After this realization, those ghosts actually sank, and even the one in my hand was sinking, but I couldn't sink by sticking to it, and it seemed that they were struggling desperately.

"Why do you hurt people?" my mind was asking only this one ghost.

"We can't go・・・・・・" He didn't finish at all, maybe the spit on my hand was dry, or maybe it was dawn, and the demon broke away from my hand and fell into the earth as if it had fallen into a well.

I tore off the toilet paper from my face, and there were sparse stars in the sky, and there was already a faint light in the east. Look at your phone, it's just after two o'clock. The light is extremely dim, but the stars in the sky make it easier to see the surroundings. I'm still in the ruins, just in the northeast corner, near where I've found a human skull. I took out a folding shovel from my bag, cut through the thick artemisia grass in a low-lying area, and dug into the ground a few times to make a mark.

It didn't take long for the day to get a little bright, and I suddenly found myself drenched in sweat, and the back of my denim suit was already soaked. The whole body seemed to be out of strength, feeling extremely tired and tired, and he was shaking when he was standing, so he simply sat down and lay down slowly in the artemisia grass. Being attacked by Yin Qi like this is very harmful to the body, if it weren't for the fact that I found a few martial arts books with Brother Cheng in my teens and practiced secretly in private, I'm afraid I would have confessed here tonight.

I didn't wake up until near noon, ate some ham sausages that I had brought with me, and drank some water. The muscles of his arms and legs felt like they were jumping abruptly, and the sweat on his body dried up a little. I don't want to take a break, I've had enough of tossing, so I'm just going to do it all at once. I got up and dug up where the sign was made. The artemisia grass around me was almost taller than me, and no one would notice me if I didn't get close to a few meters, so I dug desperately on my own.

By noon, the sky was getting hotter and hotter, and the sun was shining brightly, making the sky look so dark and blue, as if it was a little gloomy. From time to time, mosquitoes in the grass came to me, and the gnats did not know where to cheer me on. The soil is very sticky, similar to the saline-alkali soil near my house, and it is still very wet when digging down two shovels on the surface, but it is not so wet when digging down. This kind of soil is scattered by the villagers on the roofs of bungalows, and as long as it is ten centimeters thick, it is not permeable to water. But the soil here has been dug up and buried, and it is wet and unevenly dry. I dug down for the traces, and when I dug more than two meters, the shovel was in the dirt and hit the wood, and I thought I should have arrived. My shovel was short, and I only dug a round hole with a diameter of more than a meter, and the position and direction of the coffin under it were uncertain. After clearing the soil underneath, he found that the wood shoveled by the shovel was not a coffin at all, but the roof of the coffin chamber. Luckily, the roof has been lifted, otherwise I wouldn't have the tools to break through such a thick layer of wood. Widening the earth in one direction, finding the edge of the wood, the seam opened a hole.

It was pitch black inside, and I went down to the coffin with a flashlight, and I was breathing rapidly because I was nervous. After calming down for a while, I remembered to take out a candle and light it. This is the method that the third uncle talked about, lighting candles is to test whether the air can breathe, which is very important. Then I took a closer look at the small coffin chamber, and in the middle of the coffin was a coffin made of very good material, and the gap around the coffin was less than a meter to the side wall of the coffin. The side walls are all made of logs, and from the entrance to the hole, you can see that the side walls and the top of the tomb are divided into several layers, all of which are for waterproofing and moisture. It doesn't seem to be too old, and the wood doesn't look too rotten. The tomb was still filled with a rotten aura, but the smell of corpses was not heavy, probably because it was opened last time and released a lot of corpse gas. In addition, there was a thick layer of charcoal under my feet, and I was buried to the height of the top of the coffin, so I could only squat and walk around in the tomb, and I could not straighten up at all, and my head was on the top of the tomb. I comforted myself like this, put on my mask and reached out to open the coffin, but at this moment I hesitated!

The third uncle is crazy, why is he crazy? It is probably related to the things in this coffin. I have never heard of any dignitaries in the history of this area, such a grand tomb, buried so deeply, it must be some great person nearby. Those ghosts said that I might pay for my life, if I really die here, what can I do? In fact, there is nothing to do about it, but the situation of the third uncle is really weird, and I am a little afraid of following in his footsteps. The ghost said that the third uncle was dead, and the third uncle himself said so. What kind of death would this be? I don't understand. But I'm so young, and the important thing is that my family is concerned, is it really worth dying here?

The third uncle has already come, but he has sealed this place as it is, and it seems that he went out very calmly. Could it be that the things here have already been taken away by him? I forgot to ask those ghosts, what the third uncle has taken! But since the things have been taken away, will they still harm my life? Will there be any clues in the coffin? What is the need to open the coffin? But if you don't open the coffin and take a look, how can you feel at ease?

What will be in the coffin? There will definitely be a corpse, what will there be? Precious funeral goods? Will the corpse be tortured? Will the corpse be killed?

Since you are here, why do you have to open the coffin and take a look. This is my first fight, and I must not give up halfway. But it was necessary to think of a perfect plan, and I saw that the candle was burning well, and I was ready to use the mechanism on the shovel to open the nails. But there are no iron nails, as long as the coffin lid is pried, it is owed, it doesn't take much effort, the coffin lid was lifted to the opposite side by me, stepping on the footprints of the predecessors really made rapid progress!

There was no suspense about the corpse, the strange shroud was just a skeleton, and the corpse tissue had decomposed and decomposed, sinking into a semi-liquid state at the bottom of the coffin with a layer of black, charred slime. The smell of corpses rushed out, and my mask didn't seem to work. Well, I'll have to prepare some better equipment in the future, this time it's too hasty! I pressed my churning stomach and watched carefully. The things on the corpse have been taken away, and my third uncle has no interest in shrouds, but the corpse must have taken it according to the order, and I don't know if there are any of the jade and bronze artifacts in his own tomb that have been taken in this coffin. Since everything is gone, I can go home empty-handed. This inversion can only be regarded as an experience, and there is no gain at all!

Wait! What do the ghosts say? If this is just such a simple tomb, why do those ghosts still exist? They say I can't take those things, what are they? Are they protecting those things? And what does the last ghost mean when he says, "We can't go"?

So this tomb is not that simple!

I put the shovel into the coffin and slowly picked up the shroud, and there was really nothing left in it like a skeleton. I lifted the body up again, shoveled up the corpse liquid underneath, and saw if there were any mechanisms underneath.

In the corpse fluid on the side of the corpse's head, something was shoveled up by my shovel to reveal it, and I took it out to take a paper and wipe it carefully. It is a copper coin, carefully identified, there are four words "Taixia Zhenxing"!

This is a small thing that was missed by the third uncle, or the third uncle didn't take it because it was too small to be considered a good thing. I rubbed it carefully, although he was too small and inconspicuous to get as an inverted bucket, but after all, it was my first inverted gain! I can be regarded as a tomb robber, and I say that thieves don't go empty! This is obviously a swallow of money for dead corpses, and I used this thing when I saw someone in the village die and mourn when I was a child. It was prepared by the black man (the master of ceremonies who directed the funeral), and it was all made with a hole in the middle of a five-cent coin, and it was threaded with a red thread rope and put into the mouth of the dead. It is said that it is to stabilize the soul of the dead and let the soul of the dead temporarily stay in the body to perceive the sacrifice of the family. However, after the memorial service, when cremated or buried, the black man pulled the red rope and took it out of the mouth of the dead. I don't know why I didn't take out this swallow money, and I didn't take it out and kept being buried with the dead.

I looked at this tomb, there must be something that caused the third uncle's madness. If he just dug up the grave and took away the burial goods, why did the third uncle become like this? There are also those ghosts that do not disperse, they cannot leave here, what is the reason? It cannot be this swallowing money, although swallowing money can make the soul temporarily linger, but it can only be the soul of this one deceased, but it is impossible to keep the souls of several deceased people alive, there must be something else.

I looked closely at the walls of the burial chamber and the layers of charcoal at my feet, and I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I felt that if there was a problem, it must be under the charcoal layer, anyway, the bottom and side panels of the coffin had already been typed, and there was nothing suspicious, so I simply poured all the charcoal on one side into the coffin, and made the bottom of the tomb to see what was there! Although the charcoal was not damp, it absorbed the moisture in the burial chamber, and did not stir up much dust, and soon the charcoal on the top of the deceased's head was put into the coffin, and the skeleton of the deceased was already buried underneath. Seeing that there is nothing unusual about the green bricks underneath, I turned the charcoal on the left side upside down to the open space, and then measured the foot end and the right side. In the end, only the direction to the right side of the deceased was left and there was no charcoal, and the coffin lid was also closed back on the coffin, and nothing was found. I was really tired from tossing and turning in the small burial chamber, and when I saw that there was less than a third of the candles left, I was completely disappointed, so I lay down on the charcoal, ready to rest and go out. Thinking about the mess in his head, he was also thinking about how to fill in the soil and restore the cemetery to its original state, so as not to be found out by the villagers that something had happened.

Thinking about it, I took out the copper coin and wiped it carefully, thinking, "Taixia Zhenxing"? How could it be these four words? I have seen a lot of copper coins are what kind of Tongbao, there are Qianlong Tongbao, Guangxu Tongbao, and Tongzhi Tongbao, but this copper coin is not a Tongbao, what kind of copper coin is it? Is it specially used to make swallow money? It was specially minted for funeral sacrifices? No, I have to go out and check it on the Internet! I couldn't figure it out when I thought about it, and when I saw that the copper coin had been wiped clean, I put it in my mouth and put it on my head to continue thinking, and I slowly fell asleep! I didn't know later that it was because of this inadvertent action that my life was completely ruined.