At this time, Ding Sitian's face was green and black, her jaw was clenched, and Fatty and Lao Yangpi pried open her mouth.
I stuffed all eight navel red incense pills into her mouth, pinched her nose, filled her mouth with water, and sent it down.
The three of us stood under the candle, staring at her without blinking, with our hearts in our throats.
We don’t remember how long it took, until even the remaining candle ends were burned out, and we saw the green light in Ding Sitian’s eyebrows.
Although she has not retreated, thank God, her breathing is much more steady than before, and she finally shows some signs of improvement.
I breathed a little sigh of relief.
Normally, I should have persisted and left this dark and smelly secret room at this time, but as soon as the tight string loosened, I couldn't support it mentally and physically.
For a moment, I felt like the world was spinning, and I couldn't get rid of the thought of falling to the ground and falling asleep.
However, it was far from the time to take a breath and rest.
I had to leave as soon as possible.
Even if I went to sleep in the basement corridor, I couldn't sleep next to the corpse of the Xianbei witch.
Loss of consciousness.
I bit my tongue and gathered myself together with Fatty to find someone to clean up the corpse ginseng in front of the secret door.
At this time, Lao Yangpi seemed to have regained some strength.
He also knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so he walked over to help with a staggering step.
I had a lot of work with Fatty and Lao Yangpi.
Although we lacked knowledge about this corpse ginseng "Oshibululu", based on the analysis of some common biological knowledge we encountered in Fujian, it may be a species like crinoids.
A creature that is rooted in the ground and cannot move.
Its range of activities is limited to the longest roots and cannot leave the soil suitable for its growth.
Judging from the distance from the brick cellar to the inner chamber, its length is simply unbelievable.
We cut off the corpse ginseng that had been killed by the antiseptic potion, and found that not only were the roots connected to many half-rotten corpses, but there were even more corpses wrapped in the skin of its body, and most of the corpses were wrapped around the roots.
It was white and slightly rotten, and the corpse inside the body was almost rotten into shape.
I was kicking the fat man's cut roots away with my feet when I suddenly heard a wolf-like howl from Lao Sheeppi.
He fell to his knees and cried out to a corpse on the tentacles of a corpse ginseng: "Erdan, brother, you died miserably."
The fat man and I felt strange, so we walked over and took a look at the corpse.
We saw that the corpse was integrated with a corpse ginseng tentacle.
It had a pale face and a few maggots crawling back and forth on its forehead.
It looked like an old sheepskin.
It seems that this corpse is his biological brother Yang Erdan.
Although we have never met him, after all, we have experienced the test of life and death together with Lao Yangpi, and it feels a bit like being hurt by others, and we can't help but feel bitter.
We didn't know how to comfort Lao Yangpi, so I had to take the lead in singing "Don't Forget the Class Sufferings, Remember the Blood and Tears" to heighten the tragic atmosphere.
Just before I sang a sentence, I suddenly discovered that the corpse of Yang Erdan was also dressed in black, with a scarlet ribbon tied around his waist.
It turned out that this guy was actually a member of the Ni'erhui who colluded with the Japanese devils.
I stretched out my hand to grab Lao Yangpi's clothes and asked him whether it was friendship or aggression.
Unexpectedly, Lao Yangpi turned around silently and took a few steps away.
He picked up the copper box like a small copper coffin and said in his mouth He lifted the lid murmuringly: "Erdan, I'll guide the soul for you."
I don’t know whether it was due to excessive fatigue or because the thing happened too suddenly.
Anyway, at this time, Fatty and I’s thinking could no longer keep up with the changes in the situation.
We were stunned for a moment, but at least we all realized immediately that the copper box Lao Sheeppi was holding must not be opened, otherwise no one would be able to survive.
Regardless of whether he had planned it or was crazy, the fat man and I shouted, dropped what we were holding, and rushed towards him.
The fat man only hurt his neck, and he was full of energy.
He took the lead and knocked aside all the messy things in front of him.
When Lao Yangpi was about to open the lid of the box, he threw himself on it and threw it heavily.
The old sheepskin fell to the ground.
Although the fat man was only eighteen at the time and his body had not yet fully grown, his body was as muscular as a tiger's back at that time.
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In addition, he received re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants in Daxingan Mountains for more than half a year.
It was really a training exercise, so his whole body was as solid as porcelain.
When he rushed forward, he whirled and was blown by the wind, and he screamed and pounced.
Immediately the old sheepskin was pressed to the point where his eyes rolled upward.
Lao Yangpi's brother Yang Erdan is actually a gangster from the Ni'er Society.
That's not a conflict among the people, it's 200% a relationship between ourselves and the enemy.
However, this incident was so unexpected that I was worried that someone would die before I figured out the truth, so I quickly told Fatty's men to take it easy and to restrain him if I wanted to fight with words rather than force.
When the fat man heard my cry, he grabbed Lao Yangpi and rolled over, dragging him deep into the secret room and far away from the copper box.
I took a look at Ding Sitian's condition first and saw that she was still sleeping soundly.
Then I went over to pat Lao Yangpi's back and rub her chest.
After a while, Lao Yangpi screamed, and the blood and energy that had been stagnated in his chest finally began to flow.
He took a few deep breaths and said to the fat man: "Hey, you kid is trying to kill me."
I saw that Lao Yangpi's mind was much calmer than before.
I could ask him questions, but this secret room was not a place to stay for a long time.
I carried Ding Sitian on his back, escorted Lao Yangpi, and stepped over the chopped corpse ginseng remains.
When I got outside, I found a relatively clean and safe place to light a candle, and then I said to him: "You almost killed us all just now.
Now please speak clearly."
Now it’s clear, what’s going on with your brother Yang Erdan?
Why is he dressed up like the gangsters who dug graves?
Didn’t you say that he was forced by the gangsters to lead the way to Baiyan Cave?
I’ve been fucking from the beginning.
I realized something was wrong.
If a traitor from the Ni'er Society went to the secret research institute of Japanese ghosts, would they find a shepherd boy who had never entered Baiyan Cave to lead the way?
You have been lying to us from the beginning."
I told Lao Yangpi that he bowed his head and fell silent.
I don't know whether he chose to remain silent because he had a guilty conscience or for some other reason, but it would not work if he didn't make it clear.
If he couldn't understand this matter, everything else would have to be put aside.
But if you want to get something out, you must be strategic.
I asked the fat man to pay attention to his working methods and let go of the old sheepskin first.
The fat man expressed great righteousness to Lao Yangpi, talking about the international situation, the domestic situation, and the inevitability of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution.
In addition, he also said that all reactionaries would inevitably move from destruction to destruction, and hoped that Lao Yangpi would not annihilate himself from the people.
The fat man also expressed his attitude.
For the revolution and the people, he would be broken into pieces and his heart would always be devoted to Chairman Mao.
He would never allow former bandits and traitors to infiltrate the ranks of poor and lower-middle peasants.
He would not hesitate to shed blood and sacrifice, but he would also defend to the death the proletarian revolution launched by Chairman Mao himself.
The Great Class Cultural Revolution
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