Book 1: Chapter 8: The Yang Familys Old Tomb

Book 1: Chapter 8: The Yang Familys Old Tomb

Fatty asked me for the money as soon as he finished speaking. I took out five yuan, but before I gave it to him, I heard a middle-aged woman speaking in a dialect over the phone.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

As Fatty paused, I took the money back. He then asked in the Fujian dialect, "Sister, why are you answering the phone in our house? What about our handsome brother?

I didn't have Fatty's talent for language, so I couldn't understand the other person's answer, but the two people soon started to argue.

For a period of time after we left, we always got a busy tone whenever we called the house. Fatty had said that Little Brother was putting on airs in front of us and was always on the phone after we left. We later learned that as soon as we left, the aunts in the village came to our house to make long-distance calls to their sons and grandchildren, which lasted for four or five hours.

The weather was very hot and Fatty was being noisy as he argued on the phone. I was just starting to feel really irritated when I noticed that my body was soaked in sweat and my neck and ankles were starting to itch. I looked down and saw that a bunch of bugs the size of sesame seeds were sucking my blood.

When I went to check Fatty, I found that the back of his neck and arms were full of those sesame-sized black bugs. Amazingly enough, they were all on the back of his arms, behind his neck, and behind his ankles, which were hard for people to see. I rushed over and smacked them to death.

Fatty was startled, but I quickly showed him the bug remnants that were on my hand. He jumped up in fright and started slapping himself all over.

But he and I were already covered in tiny red bumps that made us look like we had a skin disease. The itching was absolutely unbearable.

Fatty suddenly became enraged and yelled into the phone, "You stupid bitch, put the phone down and tell our handsome brother to answer!"

The two of us ran out of the woods and fled back to the village. After he was done arguing, Fatty hung up the phone and said that Poker-Face wasnt there. He asked the aunt to wait for him to come back and tell him that we had called. Fatty looked at his hands and ankles and said, "I told you wed need him, but you didnt believe me."

I figured he definitely wouldnt be able to come. It would take at least a day to get from Fujian to here, and if Poker-Face was absent, that meant he was in the mountains. It usually took him about a week to go into the mountains and come back, so by the time we finished, he might not have left the mountains yet. And even though I often joked about it, I really couldnt use him as a mosquito-repellent.

"You're right, I said. Mr. Yang really is inside, and" I immediately noticed some more strange things. I wiped the outer wall of the tomb with my hands, removing a thick layer of dust and revealing more inscriptions. They were all names that looked like they belonged on tombstones. There were about a dozen of them, and they were all surnamed Yang.

"The whole Yang family is inside. They all made a living off this tomb and were buried in it after they died?"

"Why?" Fatty asked. "Were they just being stingy?"

"Theres always a reason. Well know once we open this tomb." I went up, paid my respects, and then broke the bricks apart to expose the hole. I took the lead and went in, looking around with my flashlight.

The tombs vault was very short, so I could only squat as I moved forward. My first reaction was surprise. I thought it was going to be a big, thousand-year-old tomb, but a single glance showed that it wasnt. This tomb was very recent, and I estimated that it was from the Qing Dynasty at the earliest. But as I looked at the chaotic layout, Western-style patterns, and the glazed tiles that had been pressed out by high-tech machines, I felt that it may even be a tomb from the Republic.

But strangely enough, this tomb had frescoes on the four walls. Because of their age, the frescoes were mottled but not yet oxidized. The frescoes were very exquisite, which was a stark contrast to the vaults simple structure. I used my flashlight to illuminate the ground and saw a row of spirit tablets lying against the wall. There were rotten offerings and a lot of paper ashes in front of them, but I didn't see any coffins or bones.

"What about the goods?" Fatty asked. "Is this tomb that big?"

I could tell that he was very disappointed, but I ignored him and stared at the murals instead. There were a lot of dark clouds and lightning strikes painted on them.

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TN Notes:

(1) A savory Chinese crpe/pancake