We all feel that this yellow-skinned Asian is very likely to be the bamboo pole that has been secretly against us, and that golden staff that is useless in the eyes of the Kramer people may have another great use for him, shirey Yang If you are chasing the murderer all the way, you must also be in the jungle.
Siyan asked me what my next plan was, and I said resolutely: "There are still many secrets in the Hundred Ghost Pit.
I want to go down and have a look myself.
You don't have to take risks."
The others rejected me in unison, and the fat man said: "Old Hu, you are so cunning.
If you have money, you want to kick the brothers.
There is no way."
The remaining three people agreed one after another, and I had no choice but to agree to go together. , but everything is the same as the old rules: listen to me.
Yadong really didn't want to be our guide, so Tulao gave him some medicine and asked him to go back to Titama Village.
The fat man had a bad intention and grabbed the chief and said, "This guy is a local.
It would be a good idea to let him lead us."
I thought about it.
Although we didn't understand the language, we were only a few days away from Devil's Bridge. , the bamboo pole was one step ahead of us, and it wouldn’t be a bad thing to take him with us, so the two of them pretended to be intimidating and brought the Masked Chief up to Malik’s lair.
Entering the mass burial tomb of witch doctors again, my mood was very different from before.
Previously, we were in the mood of "visiting here" to leave a memory in a foreign tomb; now that we have learned the real cause of the changes after the death of the Kramer people, we can't help but feel a kind of fear in our hearts.
They are gold diggers and tomb robbers Or, what happened to those gold diggers in the late Qing Dynasty that led to such a miserable end, not only wasting their own lives but also harming their descendants, and ruining their future in vain.
A person's fortune and wealth.
A group of five of us forced the chief of the Cremor people to the bottleneck cave.
Bald Lao had a wound on his head, and I was originally unwilling to let him take the risk of going down the cave, but this tough-tempered man became furious with me and insisted on following me to protect his young master Wang from the knife.
The fat man said: "You have such a bad attitude.
You are still thinking about your master when you are about to die."
Bald Lao did not comment, steeled himself, endured the pain and followed the team.
I knew in my heart that he did this not because of how loyal he was to Wang Qingzheng, but because he didn't want to betray the trust of Wang Puren, the old man of the Wang family.
The masked chief was caught in the middle of the team by Fatty and I.
He tried to take the opportunity to escape several times, but was blocked by Bald Lao with the barrel of his gun.
I comforted him and said: "After we get down from the cave, we don't need you to do anything.
You just have to stand by the side and don't touch it everywhere."
Bald Lao translated my words, and the masked chief looked pale after hearing this.
Turning pale, I guess he must have added a few harsh jokes without authorization to bluff the chief, and I didn't want to interfere with him.
I just hope that this trip can get to the bottom of things and lead everyone to safely evacuate from the Hundred Ghost Pit.
As soon as we landed at the bottom of the cave, Wang Shao and Siyan lit the sheep dung torch we had prepared in advance and inserted it in the center of the burial cave.
The tomb of the witch doctor is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the air circulation is not good.
I was worried that the oxygen would be consumed too quickly, so I only prepared two torches when I went up.
The fat man took out half a candle from his bag and said to me: "I asked the savages to scrape the old wax from the beehives in the forest.
The wick is twisted from hay, which is better than nothing.
Old Hu, you can make do with it."
I took the fat man's hand.
The carefully prepared candle borrowed only a small amount of fire from the torch, and the honeycomb wax suddenly emitted white smoke, and the small flame trembled and ignited.
I put half a candle in the southeast corner of the witch doctor's tomb and said to everyone: "Although it seems formalistic, the rules of our ancestors have been established, and we will follow them.
We have followed the etiquette.
If something goes wrong later, , it’s natural to take action and ignore the loss.”
He glanced at the old witch doctor's parchment, looked around the walls of the tomb, and said to me: "The file only roughly records the location of the Hundred Ghost Pit.
It can basically be concluded that it is at our feet, but where is the entrance?
The old witch doctor did not record how to enter.
We are like thieves who cannot find the door. " I said: "There is no such thing as death in the Indian concept.
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They believe that after the body dies, the soul leaves the body in order to start the next life.
So there must be feng shui, and I have never seen them throwing corpses in the wild.
We can only let it rot.
Deducing the style of the witch doctor’s tomb based on the pattern of the Hundred Ghost Pit is like playing a blind game of chess.”
On the one hand, I say this to cheer everyone up and give them some confidence.
He was also sorting out the context of the whole thing for himself.
For foreigners, using the sixteen-character Feng Shui secret technique to look at the acupoints and find the ground is something that has never happened since ancient times.
It’s not just me.
Going further, I guess Zhang Sanzi, who hangs three talismans by himself, has never had such an opportunity.
I rolled up my sleeves, stood at the entrance of the cave, and looked up at the stars: "The geographical conditions of the southern hemisphere and the northern hemisphere are different.
The terrain, water flow, and wind direction cannot be determined accurately, and can only be determined by the stars on the sky.
"Among the sixteen-character Feng Shui secrets, the first one is "Heaven".
I am always more practical than theoretical, and I have always had little understanding of the star position, weather, and the evolution of the black and yellow elements in the "Heaven" character. , It's just a superficial skill on the lips, but now I really have to use it to find the acupoints, and I really don't know what to do.
But the big talk has already been put in front of me.
Everyone is eagerly waiting for me to designate the auspicious position with engineering shovels in their hands.
I don't care about so much, so I have to use all the things I have learned in my life.
Malik's lair is unique.
Xiuzhuo stands in the sky, and he is in the position of a different dragon.
This dragon itself has an evil spirit and belongs to wood.
In order to control the evil dragon, the gold diggers in the late Qing Dynasty destroyed all the trees in the mountains and burned the ground with slaked lime.
Hardly a blade of grass can grow here for hundreds of years.
If you want to get an auspicious position in this place, you must have the Tianhuang Yangji, which is where the two stars of Jiao and Sui are located.
Looking at it this way, the location of the living eye immediately becomes clear.
I measured the length and width of the burial cave, and finally determined the entrance to the Baigui Pit at a position north of the northwest corner where corpse cocoons were piled up.
The masked chief was leaning against the torch and dared not make a sound.
Seeing that we were about to move the cocoons of the witch doctors of all ages, he immediately waved his big hands to stop him.
He pulled my sleeves and kept begging me.
Bald Lao translated and said: "Old Red Hair said that the witch doctor's tomb has been a grave since ancient times.
This is the holy land of Mo people, where witch doctors sacrifice themselves to guard the devil's lair.
If we move the corpse without authorization, we will be retaliated by the devil, and the heroic spirits of the witch doctors will not let us go. " Mr.
Wang slapped the chief's hand away and said with a fierce face: "You damn thief, you are shouting to catch the thief.
Your witch doctor has horns and holes.
He doesn't look like a good thing.
I don't believe in those things buried underground."
If you are more like a monster than your witch doctor, why don't you stay cool?
Shao Chu is here to delay your master while I do my business."
At this time, Fatty and Siyan had moved most of the corpse cocoons, and an extra space for the boss appeared out of thin air in the northwest corner.
Not to be outdone, Wang Qingzheng also picked up a shrouded corpse, held the bottom of the cocoon with both hands and began to move it outwards.
Naturally, Bald Lao couldn't tolerate his young master doing the rough work of planting, so he had to step forward to help him.
I wanted to go up and lend a hand to everyone, but I heard Young Master Wang suddenly yelling.
I was so frightened that I hurriedly raised my flashlight and looked at him.
I saw Bald Lao standing half a meter away from Young Master Wang with a fearful face.
The eldest young master of the Wang family was looking at his hands in horror.
I took a flashlight and saw that his originally smooth and slender arms were covered with green mildew spots, like coins with patina.
And the body cocoon that he threw to the ground also had a thick layer of green mold growing around it.
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The fat man said: "You haven't taken a shower for a few days, why are you getting moldy?"
Siyan kicked over the corpse cocoon on the ground and said, "Mild things grow from corpses, and these ones also have them."
Mr.
Wang had never experienced anything like this before, and he was so anxious that he scratched and scratched, wishing he could take off his entire arm.
I pressed his hands and said to the vulture: "Don't stand there stupidly, alcohol, get the alcohol quickly."
Bald Lao suddenly understood and hurriedly opened his backpack and took out the small alcohol stove.
Perhaps because he was too nervous, he even twisted it a few times without opening the liquid bag under the stove.
Four eyes jumped him and wrapped it in a sweat towel.
I dropped the stove and a large amount of alcohol was directly absorbed into the sweat towel.
I grabbed a sweat towel and pressed it on Mr.
Wang's arm for a while.
Wherever the alcohol touched, the green mold immediately evaporated, igniting layers of strange blue smoke.
Mr.
Wang bared his teeth and kept crying out in pain, trying to get away.
Bald Lao came up and grabbed his shoulders firmly and told me to wipe him quickly.
As I wiped it with alcohol over and over again, blue smoke kept coming out of Mr.
Wang's arm, and I quickly wiped away the green mold the size of a copper coin.
"Fuck me, Hu, you want to kill someone?"
Mr.
Wang sat down on the ground, holding his arms and gritting his teeth in pain.
I saw that although he was in pain, he was not seriously injured, so I didn't care about this little brat's disrespectful remarks.
Due to repeated rinsing with alcohol, the skin he scratched had streaks of blood, and it was red, swollen and frightening.
I'm afraid if it were a few minutes later, his entire arm would be scratched and torn.
With lingering fear, I picked up the shroud outside the cocoon with the barrel of my gun.
It was covered with inch-long green hairs.
The masked chief was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and kept shouting that he wanted to leave here.
Bald Lao said: "Even if this thing isn't dangerous, it's still an eyesore.
It's better to burn it
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