Section 527 The tower is frightened

One thing to say, it's amazing that the Tuao season is the opposite of the Dragon Kingdom season.

It's also February 1st, it's cold in the north right now, and it's summer here, so you can go out with short-sleeved shorts.

Don't disturb Katie's rest, taking advantage of the time during the day, Zhang Jing plans to go out to find some money, at least to earn back the money for air tickets and accommodation.

Out of the door of the hotel, just passing by a takeaway brother on a motorcycle, Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to stop the other party, seeing that the other party was about thirty years old, like a native of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Good morning, big brother," Zhang Jing asked politely, "can I hire you to take me to the largest and oldest cemetery nearby?"

I still remember finding 18 million meters in cash, which was also hidden in someone else's tomb at that time.

"Graveyard?" The rider looked at Zhang Jing with big eyes and asked in an uncertain tone.

"Yes, it's the cemetery, I heard that the foreigner made the cemetery very beautiful, I want to go and see it."

The rider reminded Zhang Jing, "Not all cemeteries are beautiful, the ancient cemetery you are going to is seventy kilometers away, and it is very desolate."

Zhang Jing took out three hundred meters from his trouser pocket and handed it to the other party, "Please send me over, there are still three hundred meters in the place."

Money can make ghosts grind, the rider agreed, beckoning Zhang Jing to get on the car.

The pedal bike looks cool, runs cool, and is very cool and powerful.

This made Zhang Jing think about it seriously, should he buy one too?

As soon as this idea was born, Zhang Jing hurriedly shook his head, the locomotive was the same as the convertible sports car, he didn't want Ding Jiaqi to pick up the skull, it was too tragic.

Seventy kilometers, the motorcycle roared, an hour to the place, a very remote place.

The sky is very blue, the white clouds are very white, I don't know why, standing at the entrance of the cemetery, Zhang Jing's body shuddered uncontrollably.

"A long time ago, there was a big town around here," a compatriot rider said, "and then because of an epidemic, the town died out, and over time, it was abandoned and almost no one came."

Zhang nodded his head, took out three hundred meters and handed it over, "Thank you."

After receiving the money, the rider was worried that Zhang Jing would have an accident, "I can wait for you here for four hours and take you back for free."

"No, I'm not going to leave."

The rider was surprised and asked, "Are you going to spend the night here???

"I like to be adventurous," Zhang Jing said nonsense, "I want to take on the challenge of camping here."

After making sure that Zhang Jing was playing seriously, the rider finally kindly reminded: "I heard from others that there is a tower in the northwest of the cemetery, and there is a tomb of an ancient family of the dead, not a house, so don't enter by mistake."

"Thanks for the reminder," Zhang Jing thanked, "I'll be careful."

Nothing else, the rider left first.

Seeing the rider walk away along the gloomy ancient road, Zhang Jing turned to face the entrance of the cemetery.

At the entrance are two female sculptures, with wings on their backs, their heads slightly bowed, flowers in their hands, and their bodies are full of traces of wind and sun, which have been erected here for I don't know how many years.

After the sculptures, follow the stone path into the cemetery, first of all, a small park that was once planned and abandoned, overgrown with weeds and large trees.

Behind the park there are paths like cobwebs, flanked by graves.

There are many weeds and trees growing between the graves.

The scene is a little scary, I really want to pour some oil and burn this place with a fire.

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Zhang Jing released smart beans and peas under a large locust tree.

Smart Beans are big yellow dogs, peas are pangolins, with them by their side, Zhang Jing's heart is a lot easier.

Stopping and going, I found a lot of good things, about half of the burial chambers have metal burial goods, but most of them are not worth digging.

The emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts, and in a cemetery under a perennial oak tree, Zhang Jing finally found a good thing.

Not precious metals, not money, just a coffin board.

The coffin slab is the size of a door panel, and on the surface it is just an ordinary stone slab, but it is actually a good marble.

The point is that on the inside of the coffin is a statue of the Virgin, perhaps worth some money

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Continue to go deeper into the cemetery, the internal scope is very large, and because there are many weeds and trees, there is no end in sight at the front and back, left and right, there is a little bit of the meaning of the mountain village teacher and the silent hill.

Around and around, Zhang Jing came to a "rich area" and looked at the tombstones, which were obviously much higher.

However, this place has long been dug up and out of shape, ten tombs and nine empty, and it is a mess.

Avoiding some fragments, Zhang Jing visited almost the entire cemetery from daytime to evening.

When the sun went down, someone who dared to go down came to the northwest of the cemetery, in front of the tower that the takeaway brother said.

The tower is of stone and looks very good, with a medieval exterior and a large dead holly on the side.

Holding a flashlight in his hand, he visually observed that the tower was about 8 meters high, divided into 3 floors, each floor was about 50 square meters, and it looked very ancient.

This reminded Zhang Jing of the uninhabited village in the Hongdu rainforest.

In the thatched hut that has long since collapsed, every family has one or two coffins, and in it, listening to the barking of yin birds and ghosts, it makes people's scalps tingle.

After hesitating for seven or eight seconds, Zhang Jing took out his gas mask and put it on, and then walked into the tower with the dog and the pangolin.

How so?

Not only did he owe money to the bank, but the ship also sank, and this situation could not be justified.

Pushing open the heavy stone door and shining a flashlight into the tower, Zhang Jing's heart instantly beat three beats less, and he almost stopped.

It's sculpture again, a horror sculpture you've never seen before!

Male, kneeling on one knee, head raised, mouth wide open, eyes protruding, shirtless, a piece of cloth wrapped around the waist, expression frightened.

A heavy sword slashes down from above, splitting the head, mouth, neck, and chest in half, leaving the heavy sword in the body.

"Olli," Zhang Jing cheered himself up, "Prevent me from getting rich, people from killing people, and ghosts from killing ghosts!"

While cheering himself up, Zhang Jing cautiously walked to the horror sculpture, reached out to touch the sculpture, and put it into the Mithril space.

Dare to scare Lao Tzu, sell it when you go back, and smash it if you can't sell it!

Retracting his mind, his eyes followed the beam of the flashlight and briefly looked around the room, there were only six sarcophagi, no metal, nothing special. Z.br>

The staircase is on the left hand side of the entrance and is very narrow, only about 50 cm.

Zhang Jing walked ahead, took three or five steps up the stairs, looked up and fixed his eyes, and with a bang, the flashlight fell to the ground, and people retreated in fright.

Almost rolled down the stairs.

Picking up the flashlight and re-stabilizing his mind, Zhang Jing's body trembled slightly and stepped forward again.

On the wall at the bend of the stairs hung a boy of seven or eight years old.

The boy hung his head slightly, wearing a small black suit, black trousers, and black leather shoes.

Cautious, not daring to look directly into the boy's eyes, Zhang Jing avoided the boy's feet, and went up a few more stairs to the second floor.

That's right, the reason why Zhang Jing was scared off the flashlight was because he didn't expect it at all, the boy was not a metal sculpture, not a stone sculpture, but - a dry corpse!