December 12, 2547, 3:30 m Na Republic, Mali Township, Haojing City, Haojing City, Qingchuan Province, the cold night of the twelfth lunar month, the sky was full of frost, and the fields were white.
Even the cold under the hill pierces the bones
A thief hole where one person can enter and exit is filled with new soil, and you can enter the ancient tomb through a steel cable tied to a tree trunk.
The dusty tomb passage is narrow and deep, and has been sank into the unknown boundless darkness.
A firework swayed in the darkness, causing the entire tomb passage to sway.
There are also several flashlights that change into different sizes of light and circulate on the surrounding stone walls, reflecting the semi-falling and vicissitudes of ancient murals.
A tall man as tall as a tower walked in front of the team with a torch. The four of them groped to the depths of the tomb passage.
It's so cold. This is the weather, my grandma's ground is so cold that I thought the underground could be warmer.
In the faint and bleak fire, a thin and short man curled up and cast his long shadow on the next mural, as if he was traveling through the tomb guardian of this ancient cemetery palace.
He wrapped himself in a leather jacket with gray camel hair around his neck, and a dark red coarse cloth strap tied a knot on his waist, putting his leather jacket under his clothes. A pair of riding boots that are very common in the local area are so old that they can knock down a lot of rotten skin by rubbing it on the gang
While walking, he touched the cold stone wall of the tomb passage, and his two fingers wearing leather gloves were walking and scraping, shaving down a thick layer of frost.
His voice was hoarse as if it were broken, and he screamed: Scar ghost, can you put on my covers with your jacket? If you are so cold, you will be more likely to be beaten than I do, I know
The extremely burly middle-aged man walking in front turned around after hearing this
He raised the torch in his hand and looked back, but his feet were not satisfied.
Hey, silly smile, no comment
The torch is rising slowly, like a snake swelling
The jumping flames made a crackling sound, and painted an unusually ugly yellow face on the dark curtain of the grave with light golden light.
The face seemed to be laughing and crying, and was even happy and poor. It was divided into two pieces by a hideous scar, like a stitching into a large piece of orange peel covered with pockmarks.
Liao Xuecun walked forward carefully, his nerves were extremely tense
How could there be such an ugly and hateful person in this world? He felt disgusted and didn't know whether this man was evil or stupid.
The simple and friendly smile on the face of ordinary people becomes fierce and evil when they arrive at the ugly face in front of them.
It seems that this is the corridor leading to the underworld of hell, and every step you take is one step away from the world.
The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, and the darkness holds the torch's intricate firelight, leading them to the depths of the tomb passage little by little
The mysterious and terrifying yin energy enveloped Teacher Liao's heart, swallowing his spirit little by little
I said, Ah! Your grandma, are you going to give me a jacket? Didn’t you stop seeing my mouth and nose? The thin man held a tomb robber shovel in one hand and walked slowly on the ground, making a sound of a mate, which was particularly harsh in the quiet and gloomy tomb passage.
Teacher Liao, who was always elegant, finally couldn't help but bury him: Of course, the underground is cold, so what can I do to surprise him? His voice was a little low, as if he was telling himself, afraid that the thin man would hear it, and in the grave, he would always be trampled, ghostly, and terrible.
Skinny Song Yu has a small shop in the antique ghost market in Jingdongmen, and he is also doing a mouse behind his back, producing and selling his own products.
In Haojing antique circle, rats refer to those who can dig holes and steal things, that is, tomb robbers.
The ugly big man holding a torch is Song Yu's friend
Touching the rats rolling in the dead tomb, I have long been accustomed to all kinds of things that ordinary people fear in the tomb, and I am just a man.
Liao Xuecun is the history teacher of Mali Township. These ancient cemeteries and palaces were originally just things that were found in books. This time, the leniency was pulled here by my brother-in-law. My whole heart was always hanging there, unable to be put into practice, and I was trembling with fear.
But these two mice were indifferent and always made strange noises, which made him feel even more anxious and always felt that something unknown in the grave would be awakened by a quarrel.
He became more and more frightened when he saw the big man turn his head and face the unpredictable darkness, and he couldn't help but blame him:
The torch is looking forward, okay! This is... in the ground, there may be any danger in front of it. The young teacher's glasses flashed with flames, and even his words trembled. He specifically said the grave as the ground so that the ghosts and monsters that popped out from time to time were wiped out in his mind.
The fire slap is raised high above the ugly middle-aged man's head, making a sound
The Scar Ghost smiled deafly, not knowing whether it was really stupid or pretending, but it seemed that he didn't notice that someone was scolding him at all.
Half of his skin, covered with fine lines on his right, was divided into two pieces by a pink scar that turned outward. The half-finger-wide flesh groove was jumping in the fire. Even when he smiled, he was still fierce and extremely ferocious.
Only then did Liao Xuecun remember that his brother-in-law Lin Bomin said that the big man used to be a bandit in the mountains.
Many years ago, once I went down the mountain to commit a crime, I was caught when I encountered a tough slap, and a knife was scratched on my face, and an ear was removed.
Fortunately, Song Yu called the police, and Lin Bomin, who was then the sheriff, rushed there and took him out of prison.
The big man saved his life by chance, and he owed Lin Bomin's favor.
Because of this incident, after he was released from prison, he followed Song Yu tomb robbers after he was released from prison.
He is tall and big, and three adult men are not his opponents, and they don’t speak and just accept it. They quickly become Song Yu’s left arm that cannot be separated from.
Because the scar face was too eye-catching and frightening, and it was a mouse, everyone who knew it called him a scar ghost. After a long time, he forgot his real name.
Looking at the fierce face of the Scar Ghost, Teacher Liao was moved and felt more and more uneasy.
He was originally called ghost, scar ghost, and he used to call it that way, but he also called it that way again. Why can't he call it that way today? Song Yu opened his gong-like voice and shouted, a pair of gray and godless eyes stared at the teacher, and the strange voice made people frightened in this catacomb passage. He saw this nerd shrinkingly and dared not look at him, and he became even more domineering. Are you afraid that the dead man would come out from behind? Afraid of a female ghost coming up from the coffin? The more he spoke, he became more and more proud, deliberately using words to scare Xuecun, and was content with his own words.
Where... where...I, how could I be afraid?
Liao Xuecun stammered, thinking that he was a scholar and met a hooligan, so he would definitely not win this verbal battle.
I used to sleep in the tomb at night. There was a bed here, so I slept with a ghost. The female ghost was so excited. Are you afraid of Ah? The female ghost mentioned by Song Yu is naturally a female corpse. Judging from his body as thin as a mummy, it is hard to guarantee that what he said is not the real thing. The tomb is originally a ghost. Let's disturb you, what's wrong with it?
Seeing that he was making a mistake, Liao Xuecun said something for a moment and barely found a reason to return. This is the goddess's underground palace, not a tomb, and the goddess will not die. She has ascended to heaven. Where did the female ghost come from? Don't blaspheme the gods anymore!
Why can't the goddess die? What kind of underground palace does not die? Is it interesting to live in an underground grave?
I have a mouth to stir, and Song Yu felt excited all over, and suddenly he felt no longer cold. I have walked through so many graves, but I have never seen anyone who has not buried a dead tomb.
His words were so reasonable that Teacher Liao could not refute them at all
It is Ah, the goddess enjoys offerings on earth. There is a famous holy land Wenji Hall in the hometown. There are endless tourists and the incense is prosperous all year round. It is not busy.
Why did Wen Ji try hard to build an underground palace? If the one buried inside is not a goddess, then who is it?
Liao Xuecun didn't even think about it carefully, and knew that the more he took care of the mouse, the more he would become more excited, so he kept silent.
He turned his head and didn't look at the scar ghost's appearance, which seemed honest but extremely ferocious, and no longer paid attention to the thin man.
These two mice, one tall and one thin, are really a perfect match, one has a ghostly appearance and the other has a ghostly voice.
In this terriblely quiet and dark catacomb, Liao Xuecun really doesn't like it
The team had a small dispute and the speed of progress was slower
At this time, a deep baritone sounded from behind, and when he heard it, he was a very calm person. Lao Song, this person was not very loud, but he had a momentum of not being angry, and said coldly: "Everyone said less."
I have nothing, it's just that someone is timid. Song Yu didn't forget to hurt the young teacher again, but he finally stopped talking.
When Liao Xuecun saw Lin Bomin speak, he no longer cares about the thin man. Both mice were hired by Lin Bomin to work, while he was his wife's brother-in-law, and he was also brought to help. It can be said that his brother-in-law is the core figure of this team.
As soon as the leader spoke, the noise was immediately suppressed
Lin Bomin paused for a moment and continued: Teacher Liao had already inferred from history books that the door in front should be the main tomb room. You have seen all the items in the side room in the afternoon. It is not a problem to sell it for hundreds of millions. The gilded copper incense burner was sold in a sky-high price last year. Lao Song was auctioned for a sky-high price. You are an expert, so I don’t need to say more.
Song Yu interrupted unbearably: Township chief, don't you say, how many tombs have I touched in my life? I have never seen so many treasures. His eyes shine, as if there were a lot of money in my hands. The tempting smell of ink ink seemed to have penetrated into his nostrils, shaking his nose. Those who do our business know that when it was time to the Kingdom of God, they would make a fortune. Those treasures are the most popular. Each one can sell for a good price. I know the best. I see that jade cong was from the early days of the Kingdom of God. At that time, things were very rare and so exquisite and unique. There must be a sky-high price. There is also that... Song Yu became more and more excited and wanted to count them one by one.
Lin Bomin interrupted him and said with a smile: Is that okay? The main tomb chamber has not been opened yet. Lao Song, I promise that there are much better treasures behind this door, you have never seen in your life.
Song Yu smiled awkwardly, as if the baby was right in front of him, and he felt a little embarrassed to take it. The village chief, as you said, I will follow you in this life and make a fortune with you.
Lin Bomin said without any haste: Teacher Liao is familiar with these things. I heard him say that he is familiar with ancient books and is an expert in the history of the Kingdom of God. He said that he has broken all the materials and what treasures are there? He has a clear idea of you, do you still want to bicker with him?
Song Yu smiled gloomyly and replied: No, no
Township Mayor Lin resolved the conflict between the two in just a few words. Xuecun nodded secretly. He vaguely heard a hint of unstoppable excitement in the voice that Lin Bomin deliberately suppressed.
This team needs someone like Lin Bomin to take over the team. Liao Xuecun admires his brother-in-law from the bottom of his heart. An old thief like Song Yu is also obedient in front of his brother-in-law.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at his brother-in-law. This middle-aged man was born with a rough and burly face, with a square forehead and wide face. He looked like a local Kiyoshikawa. He felt that his brother-in-law might have been born to be a leader.
Even the cold under the hill pierces the bones
A thief hole where one person can enter and exit is filled with new soil, and you can enter the ancient tomb through a steel cable tied to a tree trunk.
The dusty tomb passage is narrow and deep, and has been sank into the unknown boundless darkness.
A firework swayed in the darkness, causing the entire tomb passage to sway.
There are also several flashlights that change into different sizes of light and circulate on the surrounding stone walls, reflecting the semi-falling and vicissitudes of ancient murals.
A tall man as tall as a tower walked in front of the team with a torch. The four of them groped to the depths of the tomb passage.
It's so cold. This is the weather, my grandma's ground is so cold that I thought the underground could be warmer.
In the faint and bleak fire, a thin and short man curled up and cast his long shadow on the next mural, as if he was traveling through the tomb guardian of this ancient cemetery palace.
He wrapped himself in a leather jacket with gray camel hair around his neck, and a dark red coarse cloth strap tied a knot on his waist, putting his leather jacket under his clothes. A pair of riding boots that are very common in the local area are so old that they can knock down a lot of rotten skin by rubbing it on the gang
While walking, he touched the cold stone wall of the tomb passage, and his two fingers wearing leather gloves were walking and scraping, shaving down a thick layer of frost.
His voice was hoarse as if it were broken, and he screamed: Scar ghost, can you put on my covers with your jacket? If you are so cold, you will be more likely to be beaten than I do, I know
The extremely burly middle-aged man walking in front turned around after hearing this
He raised the torch in his hand and looked back, but his feet were not satisfied.
Hey, silly smile, no comment
The torch is rising slowly, like a snake swelling
The jumping flames made a crackling sound, and painted an unusually ugly yellow face on the dark curtain of the grave with light golden light.
The face seemed to be laughing and crying, and was even happy and poor. It was divided into two pieces by a hideous scar, like a stitching into a large piece of orange peel covered with pockmarks.
Liao Xuecun walked forward carefully, his nerves were extremely tense
How could there be such an ugly and hateful person in this world? He felt disgusted and didn't know whether this man was evil or stupid.
The simple and friendly smile on the face of ordinary people becomes fierce and evil when they arrive at the ugly face in front of them.
It seems that this is the corridor leading to the underworld of hell, and every step you take is one step away from the world.
The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, and the darkness holds the torch's intricate firelight, leading them to the depths of the tomb passage little by little
The mysterious and terrifying yin energy enveloped Teacher Liao's heart, swallowing his spirit little by little
I said, Ah! Your grandma, are you going to give me a jacket? Didn’t you stop seeing my mouth and nose? The thin man held a tomb robber shovel in one hand and walked slowly on the ground, making a sound of a mate, which was particularly harsh in the quiet and gloomy tomb passage.
Teacher Liao, who was always elegant, finally couldn't help but bury him: Of course, the underground is cold, so what can I do to surprise him? His voice was a little low, as if he was telling himself, afraid that the thin man would hear it, and in the grave, he would always be trampled, ghostly, and terrible.
Skinny Song Yu has a small shop in the antique ghost market in Jingdongmen, and he is also doing a mouse behind his back, producing and selling his own products.
In Haojing antique circle, rats refer to those who can dig holes and steal things, that is, tomb robbers.
The ugly big man holding a torch is Song Yu's friend
Touching the rats rolling in the dead tomb, I have long been accustomed to all kinds of things that ordinary people fear in the tomb, and I am just a man.
Liao Xuecun is the history teacher of Mali Township. These ancient cemeteries and palaces were originally just things that were found in books. This time, the leniency was pulled here by my brother-in-law. My whole heart was always hanging there, unable to be put into practice, and I was trembling with fear.
But these two mice were indifferent and always made strange noises, which made him feel even more anxious and always felt that something unknown in the grave would be awakened by a quarrel.
He became more and more frightened when he saw the big man turn his head and face the unpredictable darkness, and he couldn't help but blame him:
The torch is looking forward, okay! This is... in the ground, there may be any danger in front of it. The young teacher's glasses flashed with flames, and even his words trembled. He specifically said the grave as the ground so that the ghosts and monsters that popped out from time to time were wiped out in his mind.
The fire slap is raised high above the ugly middle-aged man's head, making a sound
The Scar Ghost smiled deafly, not knowing whether it was really stupid or pretending, but it seemed that he didn't notice that someone was scolding him at all.
Half of his skin, covered with fine lines on his right, was divided into two pieces by a pink scar that turned outward. The half-finger-wide flesh groove was jumping in the fire. Even when he smiled, he was still fierce and extremely ferocious.
Only then did Liao Xuecun remember that his brother-in-law Lin Bomin said that the big man used to be a bandit in the mountains.
Many years ago, once I went down the mountain to commit a crime, I was caught when I encountered a tough slap, and a knife was scratched on my face, and an ear was removed.
Fortunately, Song Yu called the police, and Lin Bomin, who was then the sheriff, rushed there and took him out of prison.
The big man saved his life by chance, and he owed Lin Bomin's favor.
Because of this incident, after he was released from prison, he followed Song Yu tomb robbers after he was released from prison.
He is tall and big, and three adult men are not his opponents, and they don’t speak and just accept it. They quickly become Song Yu’s left arm that cannot be separated from.
Because the scar face was too eye-catching and frightening, and it was a mouse, everyone who knew it called him a scar ghost. After a long time, he forgot his real name.
Looking at the fierce face of the Scar Ghost, Teacher Liao was moved and felt more and more uneasy.
He was originally called ghost, scar ghost, and he used to call it that way, but he also called it that way again. Why can't he call it that way today? Song Yu opened his gong-like voice and shouted, a pair of gray and godless eyes stared at the teacher, and the strange voice made people frightened in this catacomb passage. He saw this nerd shrinkingly and dared not look at him, and he became even more domineering. Are you afraid that the dead man would come out from behind? Afraid of a female ghost coming up from the coffin? The more he spoke, he became more and more proud, deliberately using words to scare Xuecun, and was content with his own words.
Where... where...I, how could I be afraid?
Liao Xuecun stammered, thinking that he was a scholar and met a hooligan, so he would definitely not win this verbal battle.
I used to sleep in the tomb at night. There was a bed here, so I slept with a ghost. The female ghost was so excited. Are you afraid of Ah? The female ghost mentioned by Song Yu is naturally a female corpse. Judging from his body as thin as a mummy, it is hard to guarantee that what he said is not the real thing. The tomb is originally a ghost. Let's disturb you, what's wrong with it?
Seeing that he was making a mistake, Liao Xuecun said something for a moment and barely found a reason to return. This is the goddess's underground palace, not a tomb, and the goddess will not die. She has ascended to heaven. Where did the female ghost come from? Don't blaspheme the gods anymore!
Why can't the goddess die? What kind of underground palace does not die? Is it interesting to live in an underground grave?
I have a mouth to stir, and Song Yu felt excited all over, and suddenly he felt no longer cold. I have walked through so many graves, but I have never seen anyone who has not buried a dead tomb.
His words were so reasonable that Teacher Liao could not refute them at all
It is Ah, the goddess enjoys offerings on earth. There is a famous holy land Wenji Hall in the hometown. There are endless tourists and the incense is prosperous all year round. It is not busy.
Why did Wen Ji try hard to build an underground palace? If the one buried inside is not a goddess, then who is it?
Liao Xuecun didn't even think about it carefully, and knew that the more he took care of the mouse, the more he would become more excited, so he kept silent.
He turned his head and didn't look at the scar ghost's appearance, which seemed honest but extremely ferocious, and no longer paid attention to the thin man.
These two mice, one tall and one thin, are really a perfect match, one has a ghostly appearance and the other has a ghostly voice.
In this terriblely quiet and dark catacomb, Liao Xuecun really doesn't like it
The team had a small dispute and the speed of progress was slower
At this time, a deep baritone sounded from behind, and when he heard it, he was a very calm person. Lao Song, this person was not very loud, but he had a momentum of not being angry, and said coldly: "Everyone said less."
I have nothing, it's just that someone is timid. Song Yu didn't forget to hurt the young teacher again, but he finally stopped talking.
When Liao Xuecun saw Lin Bomin speak, he no longer cares about the thin man. Both mice were hired by Lin Bomin to work, while he was his wife's brother-in-law, and he was also brought to help. It can be said that his brother-in-law is the core figure of this team.
As soon as the leader spoke, the noise was immediately suppressed
Lin Bomin paused for a moment and continued: Teacher Liao had already inferred from history books that the door in front should be the main tomb room. You have seen all the items in the side room in the afternoon. It is not a problem to sell it for hundreds of millions. The gilded copper incense burner was sold in a sky-high price last year. Lao Song was auctioned for a sky-high price. You are an expert, so I don’t need to say more.
Song Yu interrupted unbearably: Township chief, don't you say, how many tombs have I touched in my life? I have never seen so many treasures. His eyes shine, as if there were a lot of money in my hands. The tempting smell of ink ink seemed to have penetrated into his nostrils, shaking his nose. Those who do our business know that when it was time to the Kingdom of God, they would make a fortune. Those treasures are the most popular. Each one can sell for a good price. I know the best. I see that jade cong was from the early days of the Kingdom of God. At that time, things were very rare and so exquisite and unique. There must be a sky-high price. There is also that... Song Yu became more and more excited and wanted to count them one by one.
Lin Bomin interrupted him and said with a smile: Is that okay? The main tomb chamber has not been opened yet. Lao Song, I promise that there are much better treasures behind this door, you have never seen in your life.
Song Yu smiled awkwardly, as if the baby was right in front of him, and he felt a little embarrassed to take it. The village chief, as you said, I will follow you in this life and make a fortune with you.
Lin Bomin said without any haste: Teacher Liao is familiar with these things. I heard him say that he is familiar with ancient books and is an expert in the history of the Kingdom of God. He said that he has broken all the materials and what treasures are there? He has a clear idea of you, do you still want to bicker with him?
Song Yu smiled gloomyly and replied: No, no
Township Mayor Lin resolved the conflict between the two in just a few words. Xuecun nodded secretly. He vaguely heard a hint of unstoppable excitement in the voice that Lin Bomin deliberately suppressed.
This team needs someone like Lin Bomin to take over the team. Liao Xuecun admires his brother-in-law from the bottom of his heart. An old thief like Song Yu is also obedient in front of his brother-in-law.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at his brother-in-law. This middle-aged man was born with a rough and burly face, with a square forehead and wide face. He looked like a local Kiyoshikawa. He felt that his brother-in-law might have been born to be a leader.
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