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I looked at the printed silk book full of text on it, and then looked at Uncle San's expression. I didn't understand what he was saying. Could it be that Uncle had surpassed the point of seeing "drawing" from "words"? How could he think that he was not serious about eating, drinking, gamblers and gambling on weekdays and had no immortal roots?

While scolding me, Uncle San took out his presbyopia's eyes to look at this thing, saying that it was called the Eight Formation Book Picture (Pictures and Paintings, also known as Tibetan paintings), which means writing the detailed geographical location of a place in special grammar. It looks like a bunch of meaningless words. In fact, the information inside is very rich, and it is a password used in ancient times when fighting. I said you don't know a few big words, so how could you hear these skills? He said that this was not learned, it was experience.

I laughed when I heard this. This third uncle has a wild personality and is closest to my grandfather in terms of character. He has a first-class bragging ability. I guess what his friends must have told him about this Eight Formation Book Picture. How much he knows is still a question.

Uncle San stared at a few words and said to himself: "The luck of those monks halfway through the journey is good. Why can't I ever touch such things? I really got you a bargain this time."

I asked him where the map icon was? Uncle San frowned and looked at it for a long time before saying a few words that shocked me: "It seems... it's a damn tomb!"

The Warring States silk book was not a special book, but something similar to a notes-style diary or impression record. Some of the contents I came into contact with in my early years were very complicated. Although it was of high value to verify the humanistic life at that time, I did not have archaeology, so I did not attract my interest. This time it was special. I hurriedly asked if I could tell whose tomb it was?

Uncle San shook his head and said to me, "I can't fully understand it now, but this tomb should be a nobleman from Lu during the Warring States Period. Look at the location of his tomb, which was recorded on a silk book by someone using calligraphy and paintings, which shows that this person's status should be quite high, and this cemetery must be very secretive, a good cave, and worth visiting."

When I heard it was a large tomb of the Warring States Period, my heart was filled with thoughts. There were treasures in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but at most it could only be said to be a clever craft. However, the ancient tombs of the royal family during the Warring States Period were too old, and you would never guess what was there. Maybe you could get a few ancient treasures for you. This temptation cannot be erased by money, and its attraction to tomb robbers is naturally infinite.

But then I thought about it, I didn’t have the chance to go anyway, and it was useless to be excited. My tutor was very dead. My father insisted on letting our generation go completely out of the bottom line. I had never touched this industry. Even Luoyang shovels were forbidden products. When I was a child, I just took a needle shovel and planted fish in the river, but I checked it and didn’t beat my father to death.

Uncle San is the only one in the family who has not been married and has a child. He has a rather unruly personality. He has always had an objection to my father's behavior. Now, seeing me like this, he shook his head: "I said you are really honest. Your father can't say you can go down, so you really don't dare to go down. You are in your twenties and you are afraid of what are you afraid of? If you are afraid of him beating you? If you beat me, you can't take your life. When I was as old as you, I will go wherever you want and do whatever you want. Your grandfather can't control it."

I said that's right, who are you? Who doesn't know that you, Mr. Wu, farts, will be delicious.

Uncle San gave me a blank look, lit a cigarette, and said he had the opportunity to take me to see it. He secretly went there and didn't let my father know that the Wu family had been making a living underground for hundreds of years. How could this complex be broken?

I didn't know if he took it seriously, and I didn't take it to heart. The two chatted for half a night. Before I knew it, I drank half a pound of white wine. I saw that I couldn't go back after drinking it again, so I got up and said goodbye. I didn't even drive the car and went home.

I returned to the small house I rented at the other end of the stone bridge. At that time, the sky turned white. I sent a message to Wang Meng, asking him to open a shop by himself, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep to death.

I slept until the afternoon and didn't sleep very well. I had a strange mind and many pictures that looked like dreams and not dreams. What are ancient tombs and zombies, mixed with peach-colored pictures, which is simply a hodgepodge.

When I woke up, I suddenly felt panicked. I didn’t know why. I got up and washed my face and wanted to go online for fun. I found it was not easy to go, so I had to lit a cigarette and ran to the balcony to smoke, watching the rural women and landlords below playing mahjong in the courtyard.

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I was thinking about the ancient tomb that Uncle San mentioned, so I called Uncle San and asked him how he planned to do it. I should ask his subordinates to go or go by himself. If I have anything I can help. Uncle San said that he would wait until he thought about it himself, and then hung up the phone.

A few days later, I didn't know what, but I was absent-minded and always felt uncomfortable. I called my third uncle half a day, talking nonsense, and asked him about the situation of the ancient tomb in different ways.

Uncle San heard a few signs on the other end of the phone and smiled there: "Don't mess around, I know what you guy is thinking. To be honest, tell me if you are itchy and want to go downstairs to see it? What's wrong with saying this? He was talking about it like a womb for a long time."

When I heard this, I seemed to be what I meant, but I didn't even notice it. I was a little embarrassed. I just said that I knew whether the calculations you said last night were counting. I drank so much, maybe you would forget it. Uncle San laughed on the phone for a long time, and said that if you really want to go, you should come over immediately. There are so many things to prepare. When I heard this, I was almost unhappy and shouted that I could pull the ox cart.

I rushed to my third uncle. He was calling Mangshan and said he wanted to transfer a few experienced guys over. He wrote me a note and asked me to help him prepare something. He also told me: "Don't buy fakes, and you'll be ready to come out for traveling, otherwise we will be detained before we get to the place." I nodded and agreed, and went to work separately.

The things that my third uncle wants are quite tricky, and I'm afraid he wants to make things difficult for me. There are really no things in the store, such as split waterproof ore lamps, rebars, archaeological shovel heads, sabers, folding shovels, short-hand hammers, bandages, nylon ropes, etc. I only bought 1/2 and spent nearly 10,000 yuan, and some things have to be ordered first.

However, these are pretty good. The most troublesome thing is that I have to buy a gun on the order. Uncle San probably will go into the old forest this time. No gun will be a problem. Not to mention demons and monsters, it is enough for us to encounter a wild boar. We must buy a gun, and we cannot buy an air gun. I have no way to do it, so I ran to the freak market all day long, asking around with black and white, and finally got a few second-hand double-barrel hunting rifles and guns.

Three days later, my group of five boarded a long-distance bus to Linyi, Shandong.

This time, Uncle San brought three people, two of them I had seen before, and they were all real people and had a lot of chats. The third one was that I saw the boy carrying a sword box downstairs of Uncle San. I didn’t know what it had to do with Uncle San, so I followed him. But this boy was very annoying. He didn’t even put a single fart along the way, but he just stared at the sky, as if the melancholy sky would fall! I said a few words to him at first, but later I just lazily paid attention to him and didn’t even know his name.

The car was speeding on the highway, and the journey was long. We passed the time by sleeping and were in a daze. After twelve hours of bumpyness, we arrived in Linyi.

Linyi was the location of Lu in ancient times. It was located in a hilly area and was located on the sun of Mount Tai. Sanshu compared all the terrain within the Gulu and Qi states, and set his main goal on Mengshan in Linyi and Yimeng Mountain. Due to lack of information, we don’t know whether that place was within the territory of Lu or Qi state at that time. One step was to take a step.

Mengshan was called Dongmeng and Dongshan in ancient times. It was located in Pingyi County, Shandong Province. It is located in the northwest of Linyi, Shandong. It is a branch of the Taiyi Mountains. It spans the four counties of Pingyi, Mengyin, Fei County and Yinan in Linyi City. It runs northwest and southeast, and is more than 70 kilometers long. Several tourism developments have been relatively complete. We bought some tourist maps and found that they did not match the maps we were in. The place we were looking for was probably in the mountains.

I found several local mountain guides and asked them about the ancient place names marked on the map. There was no result. The area has been war-torn for a long time, and many villages burned all the Japanese during the fight against Japan, which was very difficult to explore. Five people had no choice but to walk around several scenic spots and decided to go to the mountains first. We took the local turban bus and took it to Guazi Temple for more than 40 kilometers west, then changed to a turban and walked on the small road, and finally took the bullock cart turntable mountain road. When we got off the bullock cart, we found that we could not see any modern things in front and behind except for the hills that were invisible.

We thought we had arrived at the place, so we all jumped off the ox cart. At this time, a dog ran into front. My third uncle was so happy when he saw it. He slapped the old man who drove the ox and joked with him, "Old man, will we ride this dog in the next journey? I'm afraid this dog is so shameful!"

"How can I ride a dog?" The old man laughed: "This dog is used to report the news. In this last journey, there is no car. I have to be a boat. The dog will bring the boat here."

As he said that, he drove the ox cart down a slope, and we hurriedly followed. The hills here are different from those in the south, with high altitudes, because there is no human activity for many years, the shrubs are very dense, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of corrosive soil, and the mud is black. Sometimes it can be less than your knees after one foot. We cut off a few branches as crutches, explore the way while walking, and walk very carefully.

After going down into the valley, a green mountain stream emerged in front of me, with five or six boats wide. I can’t see the bottom of the water and know the depth. Except for the flat rocks on both sides of the stream, there are towering cliffs everywhere. The tree canopy and branches are covered with leaves, and the thick shade covers most of the sun, which causes the temperature around it to drop by several degrees.

Uncle San held it behind the ox cart and asked the old man, "This dog can still swim?"

"The person who travels is so good, the person who travels is so good." The old man sat in the car and knocked the dog's head with a cigarette gun: "Donkey Dandan, go and have a look."

The dog was really spiritual. With a "Wang" sound, he jumped into the river and swam around. He came up and shook his hair, and then lay on the ground and stuck out his tongue.

We were all happy. The old man looked at the sky and said to us: "It's too early now. The boatman must have not started yet. Let's take a break and take a cigarette."

I looked at the watch: "Business has not started at 2 pm. What is your work and rest time?"

"He is the only boatman here. He is the most powerful. When he gets up and starts work. Sometimes he doesn't start work for a day, which makes people anxious." The old man smiled and said, "There is no choice. There is only one boatman like him. He can do whatever he wants. The village chief can't do anything to him."

"Then you can't hold a congress and remove him and replace him with a smart person?" Uncle San asked him.

"We also think that you came from other places. I don't know that the mountain god here only sells his face. As long as others enter the cave, they will definitely not be able to get out. He can take him over, and I don't know how to fix the land."

"Ah, what about this? I have to pass a cave?" Uncle San was surprised and immediately took out the map. After looking at it, he seemed to realize it suddenly: "It's really a cave. Why can this cave still eat people?"

The old man smiled: "That's what I left behind for several generations, and I can't remember it clearly. I heard from my family that it was said, but I don't know if it's true."

When we heard this, we thought it might have something to do with the ancient tomb, so we hurriedly asked him to talk. When the old man saw that we were interested, he became excited, so he took a sip of cigarettes and chatted with us.

It turned out that the hole was already there before the village. Unfortunately, no one knew that the two ends of the hole were connected. The hole was very strange and people could not get out when they entered. Over time, the village said that there were snake spirits in the cave, and they had knocked secret stakes in the water and prevented the boat from entering.

Later one day, a man suddenly ran a boat from the hole and appeared on the edge of the village, saying that he was a peddler from outside. The people in the village didn't believe it, and they all said that he was a snake spirit and wanted to beat him to death. Fortunately, there were several wives from the next village in the village at that time. When he heard this man's voice in Xiangxi accent, he recognized him and said that he was really a peddler and went to the next village every year. He sold all the rouges from other places.

Several sect leaders were short of legs and feet and ran to the next village and asked, and it was true that, so they let him go. Since then, the hole has seemed to recognize people, and only the people from the boatman family can go straight in and out, and there has been no mistakes for hundreds of years.

"Is that dog okay?" I wondered. "Didn't it use it to report the news?"

"Then I don't know. I said that it was left behind for several generations. Who knows if it is true?" The old man knocked on the tobacco pipe on the ground. "We have rarely walked this waterway. There is a mountain road on the top of the mountain. We usually walk from there. But you have too many things. The mountain has not been peaceful in recent years. I have always fallen down. I won't hit you a few of them. We don't fight for this tone, just wait."

I looked down from below and found that the mountains were tall and the mountains were stacked. I couldn't see other passers-by. I didn't know if what he said was true. Uncle San was immersed in his eyes after hearing the old man's words. He thought for a while and clapped his hands: "Donkey, come here."

The dog was really obedient and ran over happily. Uncle San picked him up and smelled it, and his face changed: "My grandma, why is this smell..."

I picked it up and smelled it. The smell of dog choked and I coughed. The owner of this dog was so lazy that he didn't know how long it took for him to bathe the dog.

A guy named Pan Zi laughed: "You want to imitate your third uncle, you are still young."

"Why is this dead dog so smelly!" I grinned disgustedly.

"Pan Zi, come here and smell it!" Uncle San waved.

"I don't want it anymore," Pan Zi said: "I can't stand the smell of dogs the most. I'll be embarrassed if I spit it out later."

"Stop talking, come and smell it quickly. The smell on this dog is so strange."

Pan Zi had no choice but to walk over, lift the dog and shake it on his nose, and his face changed: "This is the smell of a corpse..."

"No way," I was so scared that I stood upside down, and even the silent boy's face changed.

Uncle San lit a cigarette, frowned and looked at the dog, and said to us: "Take all the guys up, the cave in front is probably a corpse cave, so I'm so energetic."

My third uncle's other partner is a big man. We called him Akui. Seeing that he was about the same size as the bull pulling a cart, he was very brave, so he asked softly, "What is the corpse hole?"

"I don't know, a few years ago, I found such a hole in Taiyuan, Shanxi. It was the place where the Japanese slaughtered corpses. Any place with corpse holes must be slaughtered. This is for sure. At that time, I was doing experiments when I saw it fun. Put the dogs and ducks on the bamboo row, then put the camera on the hole and push it in. The hole was more than 1 kilometer at most. I prepared a cable that was long enough, but when the cables were all pulled out, the bamboo row didn't come out, and it was pitch black inside. I didn't know where I floated to. Later, I wanted to pull the bamboo row out, so I pulled it out.

After a few strokes, the bamboo steak suddenly turned over, and then..." Uncle San spread his hands, "In the end, he only saw half of his face. He was too close to the screen to see if it was an animal or something. If he had passed through such a hole, he had been in anger with a row of dead people and living people. If there were living things, he would not be able to get out when he went in! However, I heard that people in Xiangxi had a place who had fed children from a young age and accumulated corpse qi in their bodies. When they grew up, they were no different from dead people, and even ghosts could not see him. Old man, your ancestors came from Xiangxi, right?"

The old man's face changed slightly, and he shook his head: "I don't know, that's what his great-grandfather did at that time, and there was no one from a dynasty." As he said that, he looked at the sky and barked at the dog: "Donkey Dandan, go and bring your boat over!" The dog whined, jumped into the water and swam into the back of the mountain.
Chapter completed!