C38 Tomb robber

I looked to the west. The sun had set, the sky was dark, and night was just around the corner.

Xia Xin brought me to the other side of the street. She didn't go far, and still looked at the supply and marketing agency with a bit of dissatisfaction.

I whispered, "Is Grandpa Gu also inside?"

Xia Xin nodded.

I rubbed my temples in pain. What a coincidence! He thought that he could find someone to help and then go back to Hu Village to save his. Who would have thought that there would be such an outrageous thing happening again.

I said to Xia Xin, "Grandpa Gu is already dead?"

Xia Xin nodded.

I sighed and said nothing. This result is already within my expectations. I mourned the unlucky Grandpa Gu for a few minutes, then said to Xia Xin, "Grandpa Gu is already dead, is he unable to help us now?"

Xia Xin seemed a little hesitant as she said hesitantly, "That might not be the case."

It was getting dark so quickly that I felt Xia Xin's face start to blur. We went from evening to night. The people around them turned on lights one after another, except for the supply and marketing agency.

The Cypress City was very poor, but this place was the slums of the Cypress City, so it was even poorer. There were no streetlights in the place, so I could only use the light from the house across the way to see the supply and marketing agency. Its doors were tightly shut, and the two lanterns by its entrance were somewhat dilapidated.

Xia Xin said to me, "You probably don't know what Grandpa Gu does."

I said, "Didn't he open a supply agency?"

Xia Xin shook her head, "If he really does open a supply agency, then we don't need to come. He used to be a tomb robber. I doubt his last name is Gu. Everyone called him Grandpa Gu because he had a lot of antiques in his possession. This supply and marketing agency is actually used to sell stolen goods. "

I suddenly understood and said to Xia Xin, "If you reported this to Grandpa Gu before he died a few months ago, you might have been able to accomplish a great deed."

Xia Xin smiled, "He had long prepared everything beforehand. Otherwise, how could he have managed to stay in power for so many years?"

That's true, I thought.

Xia Xin stared at the closed door of the supply shop, her tone was slightly disappointed, "We came to find him for help, in fact, it was to buy a fan of his. This fan was stolen from an ancient tomb.

I became interested and pulled Xia Xin along as I said, "Come, come. Let's sit down and talk."

I nodded. "Yes."

Xia Xin helplessly sat down and then said to me, "I don't know whose tomb that is. It was said that he was either rich or noble, and that the owner of the tomb also had some skills when he was alive. It was said that there were a lot of Tao Ren and Tao Ma inside the tomb, they were all the same size as a real person, vivid and lifelike … "Hey, what's with your expression?"

I laughed dryly and said to Xia Xin: "What you said, could it be the tomb of Qin Shi Huang?"

Xia Xin rolled his eyes, "Of course not. Isn't it common for the ancients to be buried with puppets? "

Xia Xin continued, "It's said that the tomb was arranged according to the gossips, and there are a total of three levels. The outermost layer is the mechanism. If a living person were to enter, it is very likely that he will die. "

I said, "After all, there's still a life left. The owner of the tomb is kind."

Xia Xin said, "Are you being merciful? Not necessarily. As for the second level of the tomb, it was the potters and the horses. Some of them had bows and arrows, while others held spears. It was said that those weapons were brought back from the ancient battlefield. If one were to smell them closely, they would still be able to smell the thick smell of blood. This level, is not to deal with the living, but to suppress the dead. "

I asked in astonishment, "In order to suppress the owner of the tomb?"

Xia Xin shook her head, "They are there to protect the tomb master. Their goal is to not let the dead or ghosts outside come in and disturb the owner of the tomb. "

I nodded. "That makes sense. This society is just like a jungle. It looks beautiful, but in reality, the strong preys on the weak." I said it might be a bit politically incorrect, but that's all. If the tomb owner was rich and powerful while he was alive, he must be well versed in the ways of survival. He knew that the most important thing in life was the living. "Then after you die, you should also be careful of the dead."

Xia Xin looked at me suspiciously. "Politics what? Correct? "What do you mean?"

I replied, "It's true that beauty and truth are similar to fairy tales."

Xia Xin's expression became even more confused, but she did not continue asking, and instead said, "These weapons have killed countless people, so they can suppress ghosts. As a result, the items outside would not be able to enter. For the owner of the tomb to block it, it could be the lone soul outside, and it might even be the Nagzul. "

I nodded. "He doesn't want to be called to Yama, hmm … "That makes sense."

Xia Xin said, "As for the third level. It was full of grave robbers. Those brilliant tomb robbers passed through the first layer, and then the second layer. But after they entered the third layer, all of them died. "

I curiously asked, "What is on the third floor?" Not a single one have passed? "

Xia Xin said, "It is said that the most ancient tomb robbers of the third floor can be traced back to Wei and Jin dynasties, and the youngest has a collar image affixed to his chest. That is at least after the founding of the country."

When I heard this, I laughed out loud. "You're wearing an image of a tomb robber? Why do I feel like it's a little funny? "

Xia Xin shrugged, "Maybe they think that they can protect themselves from all kinds of ghosts."

I nodded in agreement. "That makes sense." Then I shook my head. "That's not right. How do you know the oldest one is from Wei Jin? It was almost two thousand years ago now, and the bones had turned to dust, right? "How did you tell?"

Xia Xin's expression became strange, "Because the people on the third floor haven't rotted. Not only did their bodies not rot, but even their clothes did not break. Time seemed to have stopped on the third floor. "Hmm …" Let me put it this way, it's like they went up to the third floor and froze. They may still be alive, but isn't that the same as dying? "

I nodded my head, but in my heart, I was a little disapproving. Xia Xin was quite mysterious, what time did she stop in there? But I feel that it could also be a rather sophisticated antiseptic technique, right?

A place like the ancient tomb was already a sinister place. Those who survived by luck would only add fuel to the fire when they spoke in order to show their bravery. As a result, everyone adds something, and the story becomes unrecognizable. If the news continued, even deities could live in the tomb.

I said to Xia Xin, "Then how did Grandpa Gu's fan come out from the tomb? Such a powerful fan, it can't be placed on the outermost layer, right? "

"This fan is in the hands of the tomb owner," Xia Xin said.

I was stunned for a moment. "Didn't you just say that no one passed the third floor?" It's time to stop again, it's time to freeze again. After such a long time, Grandpa Gu still passed through? "

Xia Xin shook her head, "Grandpa Gu also didn't go over. It took him five years to raise five children, and he's driven the ghosts there. "

"It is said that he took the little devil through the first floor. He then forced his way through the second floor. On the way to the second floor, those little ghosts were frightened by the murderous aura on the weapons, and began to wail like ghosts. The ancient tomb was extremely deep underground, but the ghostly wail of the ghost startled the village on the ground. All the children within a radius of five kilometers cried for the entire night.

I said, "And then the kids went? The potters didn't stop them? "

Xia Xin said, "The kids can't get by. When they were halfway there, four of them were gone. The remaining one also seemed to be on the verge of being scattered by the murderous aura. Since the owner of the tomb had set up Tao Ren Tao Ma, he would not let a single ghost pass through. Moreover, the more ghosts these Tao Ren killed, the more vicious they would be, and the more difficult it would be for ghosts to pass through. "

"Grandpa Gu had been preparing for many years to obtain the treasures in the tomb. Several of his own brothers have also died. As such, he refused to give up and was on the verge of failure. He made a bold decision. He allowed the kid to attach himself. "

When I heard this, I felt deep veneration for Grandpa Gu. It was not because they admired his cleverness, being able to think of this move in times of crisis. Rather, it was because they admired his boldness. After all, if a ghost possessed a body, who knew if it would suffer a backlash? If he wasn't careful, the ghost would erase the memories of the living and take over the nest, borrowing the corpse to return the soul.

Xia Xin said, "Grandpa Gu only relied on this move and finally let the little ghost pass through the second floor. And the kid didn't hurt him. However, although the little ghost didn't mean any harm, the yin aura on the ghost was extremely dense, and Grandpa Gu had been in and out of the tomb for a long time, so his body was already in a bad condition. After this, he aged quickly. Maybe the fact that he died so early has something to do with that ghost. "

I said, "And then the kid helped him through the third floor and got the fan?"

Xia Xin acknowledged, "He originally wanted to sell this fan for a good price and wash his hands. Who would have thought that after returning, he would take the fan and study it for a while, only to discover that this thing has a big article, so he would be unwilling to sell it no matter what. "

I asked curiously, "What article do you have?"

Xia Xin said, "Do you think those clay figurines on the second floor can stop the ghosts? Can they block Nagzul in the Underworld?"

I scratched my head. "Are there really Nagzul in the Underworld? I just feel a bit suspenseful. "

Xia Xin said, "What if there is?"

I thought about it and said, "I don't think I can stop it. If a few Tao Ren and Tao Ma were able to stop King Yama, then the Underworld is simply too useless. "

Xia Xin replied, "Actually, the owner of the tomb also thought the same. Therefore, he had kept it to himself. "One side of the fan is Yin, the other is Yang. If you hold the fan in your hand, you can confuse Yin and Yang."

"Do you remember those grave robbers on the third floor? From Wei and Jin dynasties to modern times. The total number of people here was about a few hundred. The grave owner held such a fan. When the Nagzul of the Underworld came, it would be hard to tell which one was dead and which was alive. They don't know who to hook back to, and the owner of the tomb is completely safe. "

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. "This tomb owner is too scheming. He even schemed against a grave robber."