I searched for clues along the way and only found out that Yang Daguang's father was a tomb robber and there was no grass growing on the grave, but no matter what, we had to go and take a look.

Many people in this village have surnames Huang, and Mr. Huang is everywhere. The old man asked us to find Mr. Huang to lead the way. He probably was playing with us, and he didn't know which one it was. No one was willing to lead the way for a long time, so he only told us the approximate direction.

Speaking of Yang Daguang and tomb robbers, it seems that it is not a big deal in the mountain villages around Funiu Mountain, Song County, Luoyang. In that era, the tomb robbers shot by truck were truckloads. Almost all of this county were mountains, with no flat ground, and driving almost drove us to death. In my memory, this place is considered a branch of the Qinling Mountains, and there are many large tombs in Luhun Kingdom during the Spring and Autumn Period, and they were in groups. If you find one, you can find a large area.

We wanted to try our luck and walk out of the village and walk onto the barren mountain. The mountain is surprisingly difficult to walk, and there is no road after walking out for a few steps. Fortunately, there is a dry stream in the mountains, and we climb up the stream along the stream.

Yang Daguang's father was buried early, and the cemetery was far away from the village. He climbed all the way to the wild forest halfway up the mountain and saw the earliest cemetery, which was completely abandoned. The cemetery was located on the hillside, layer by layer, with many big trees in the middle, covering the sky and sun. Below the trees were round stone tombs, which looked like fifty or sixty years old. The cemetery was covered with moss and was completely coiled with vines and weeds, and basically there were no tombstones.

The fat man looked at the mountain and said it was wrong. This place is not a place for ordinary people to bury. He looked familiar with this mountain and seemed to have seen it in his dream.

I don't know what he is talking about, so he is focused on looking at the graves. These graves look like they are old graves without owners. Because the family still has inherited the ancestral graves, the ancestral graves have been moved with the village and new graves. These people who have not been moved, or their children may be separated or their families have been lost.

The tombstones are buried in the mud. The grass and mud on the ground can reveal a little edges and corners. The color on them has long been ground, and many of them cannot be identified.

There is a piece of open space that is very strange, very small, about the size of a bathtub, completely bald, without grass, and mud is also old mud. Of course, it is not completely none, but the grass is sparse, and you can probably tell that it was a grave in the past, but it was already flat.

The fat man said, "This is not the one that runs away. There is cinnabar in the mud and it has been fried, so we cannot grow grass. This is the ancient tomb-building process. Yang Daguang must be with us, and he has learned it very well."

"Why do you say that?" I said in surprise.

The fat man said, "You can get into college while fighting back. Do you think it's solid or not? Unlike me, I can't even tell the difference between z and 2." He touched the soil on the grave, and I obviously felt that he was absent-minded.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked him.

"I was fascinated by the great mountains and rivers of the Central Plains." The fat man said. I angrily said, "Speak human words."

"Naughty, don't you see?" The fat man patted the ground. "Most of the people in this village were surnamed Huang, and Yang Daguang's surname was Yang. They were foreigners. Tomb robbers came from outside. There must be a large tomb nearby. You know, the large tomb can eat three generations of people. This tomb is in the mountains at our feet."

I was stunned for a moment and thought to myself, what do you want to do? Not to mention that we have become good, even if we want the sunset to turn red, we don’t bring all the equipment, can we find the entrance?

The fat man said, "You are old and have no brains. Don't you understand? On the one hand, the villagers here say that Yang Daguang has never returned to the village, and on the other hand, they are very sure that there is no grass on Yang Daguang's father's old grave. You know, if you simply fry the mud and cinnabar, they will soon be oxidized, so the grass will grow again in seven or eight years. There is no grass on this grave, which means that Yang Daguang must have gone back to the village to visit the grave many times, and came back secretly."

Yang Daguang secretly came back to visit the tombs and felt embarrassed because of his father's death, but tomb robbing became popular in Luoyang, but this moral pressure was limited, so the possibility was not great. So why should he go back to the village to visit the tombs directly? In that era, it took a lot of money to chase thunder and rain clouds all over the world. He came back regularly to get things from the tomb to exchange for money.

"What do you want?" I asked the fat man, who pointed to the soil on the ground. I knew that the entrance was probably below, and I said, "You have to give me a reason. We are here to investigate, not to make a fortune."

The fat man said, "I don't take things, naive. Fat man, I said I want to take things, you can stop me? If I want to take me over in the middle of the night, I will never call you. Let me tell you, your third uncle must have entered this place." He took out the photo of Yang Daguang and third uncle, pointed to the distant mountain in the background of the photo, and then pointed to the direction he felt that he had seen in his dream just now. I compared it and found that it was exactly the same.

This photo was taken in this area. Uncle San has been to this village, and the fat man’s inference is probably correct.

I frowned. Although I was upset, I was convinced in an instant without any prospects. Moreover, we were not trying to get things in the tomb, and it was not considered breaking the rules to find the missing person. But Fatty and I hesitated for a while, and felt that something was missing.

After a few seconds, the fat man tentatively said, "Do you think it's inappropriate, call the guy here?"

"Why?" I asked.

The fat man said, "I'm afraid of your physique. Who knew that before coming to visit was a cemetery. I was not prepared for anything, not even a donkey hoof."

I said, "As you said, the Yang family below has been running at least two generations, and it must be fine here." I felt a little nervous, and I felt that such a thing should not disturb him, "I'm OK."

"I have nothing on me. What if I drive a Uncle Yang to reminisce about you, can you bear it?" The fat man asked me, "Don't force it, I'll deduct him." As he said that, the fat man dialed the number. When the electronic sound came to mind, he immediately looked at me. I said tacitly: "I'm blocking five yuan, he won't answer the phone."

Before I could finish speaking, the phone went through, and the fat man said, "Hey, brother, I have something to discuss with you. If something happens to both of us, you have to come quickly."
Chapter completed!