The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 83 83. Death kiln
  Chen Xiangyin always likes to get along with old people, but the atmosphere here makes her feel uncomfortable for no reason.

On a stalactite table that looks like a dining table, there are steamed buns and pastries dotted with red dots. There are also fruits, but most of the fruits are rotten and a little black.

These things are like tributes.

Behind the cave, there is a wide corridor.

As soon as Gu Yunshi saw Grandpa Gu, he immediately dropped Ah Jin from his shoulders and said, "Grandpa!"

Grandfather and grandson hugged each other, and the man Gu Yunshi burst into tears, "Grandpa, why are you here?!"

In this tender scene, the other old people lowered their heads, and their faces became uglier than the last.

Maybe he missed his family, Chen Xiangyin thought darkly.

Grandpa Gu pointed to the basket placed aside to collect herbs: "I was collecting herbs in the back mountain... I met the village chief there. He took out the hot tea he brought to share. I didn't know why I fell asleep after drinking it. Wake up and be here.”

Gu Yunshi acted as a simultaneous interpreter.

"Village chief?" He Chongtian looked around thoughtfully: "How did your grandfather get sent here?"

The grandfather wearing a hat next to him, Lao Wu.

He pointed to the top of his head, and Chen Xiangyin looked over. On the top of the cave thirty or forty stories high, there was a small hole showing some faint moonlight.

It looks like a small hole from a distance, but it's actually as wide as one person.

Old Wu continued: "A very long hemp rope was lowered from above." He paused and said in a sad tone: "We were all dropped from here."

Gu Yunshi finished the translation first and expressed surprise: "Are you being left behind? Didn't you run away on your own?"

The silent old men looked at each other.

The old man lying on the "bed" coughed twice and slowly spoke in Chinese.

"When people get old, who doesn't want to die at home? The so-called running away from the mountains is just a lie."

Gu Yunshi looked at him, his face was gray and sunken, and it was difficult to identify who it was. In other words, he didn't know him and had never seen him.

Grandpa Gu explained from the side: "Mr. Peng, among the old guys among us, he is the one who has stayed here the longest."

The old man sitting next to him stepped forward and helped Mr. Peng sit up.

As soon as he sat up, Mr. Peng coughed violently: "Didn't someone get poisoned? Let's get rid of the poison first."

Gu Yunshi slapped his forehead and then remembered Ah Jin who he had left aside.

Old Wu carefully took out an egg from the layers of red cloth and handed it to Old Peng.

Mr. Peng's voice was dry and weak, "One pill is not enough."

"Hey..." Old Wu took out three more eggs, holding them in his trembling hands, staring at the eggs with bright eyes. Several other people had varying degrees of reluctance on their faces.

In such an environment, eggs will go bad if left unattended, and thrifty old people will not be willing to eat them.

Just look at it and it’s worth a fortune.

The dream-inducing Gu in Ah Jinzhong was not difficult to solve, so Mr. Peng turned half of his body to help him remove the Gu.

The Miao people were good at Gu, Chen Xiangyin didn't interfere, and Mr. Peng's pupils were gray with age, but she could tell that he had some skills.

She found a "stool" and sat down, observing the surrounding terrain. It was impossible to get out through the hole above. Is there any other way out?
  Since there is water, the water will definitely flow out.

Old Wu next to him took off his hat: "How did you get down here? I thought only useless old bones like us would be left here to fend for themselves."

Chen Xiangyin: "Maybe it's not that simple."

In the early years, some poor villages had the bad habit of "sacrifice to the dead in kilns".

Old people who have lost their labor force are regarded as oil bottlers. Their families throw them into the death kiln, occasionally throwing in some food, and leaving them to fend for themselves.

But today, although Huangshui Village is not rich, it still has enough to eat and drink. Why do we still do this?

Also, she met the village chief when she set off for Yufang. Even if a thin old man over seventy years old is knocked unconscious, does he have the strength to transport these old people down on a rope?

How strong does it take to reach such a high altitude?

This matter has something to do with Liu Ze and becomes even more confusing.

The task Liu Ze posted in the group chat previously required men.

Is it because the man is stronger and needs to transport the old man down?

How did Liu Ze know such a secret place?
  The conclusion is obvious: the village chief and Liu Ze are complicit, long-term.

Chen Xiangyin looked at Mr. Peng: "Mr. Peng, how long have you been here?"

Mr. Peng didn't look up: "Forty years."

Chen Xiang was startled. Forty years, Liu Ze would not be more than fifty years old at most.

"You were also transported down by a rope?"

Mr. Peng: "Like you, I fell in from the outside."

Chen Xiangyin: "Is there anyone else here before you?"

Mr. Peng: "No."

Gu Yunshi clenched his fists: "When I decided to leave here and go out to work, the village secretly gave me a red envelope! He talks about benevolence, justice and morality every day! I originally respected him! I didn't expect! He is such a person !”

Grandpa Gu sighed: "Hey, Yun Shi is a talented person. I know how to identify herbs and I think I have some value. How could he..."

Realizing that what he said was reasonable but unreasonable, Grandpa Gu stopped talking.

The other old people look ugly and have no value. Should they be given up?

The wrinkles on Grandpa Gu’s brows were layered: “Brothers, I said the wrong thing. None of us should be treated like this!”

He turned around and looked at Gu Yunshi sadly, sobbing: "My dear grandson, I have to be trapped here with my grandpa to death..."

Gu Yunshi shook his head: "No! Grandpa! We will definitely take you out! These two are friends I met outside. They have great magical powers. We will definitely find a way!"

After saying that, the cave fell into silence again.

Chen Xiangyin: "Mr. Peng, you have been here for forty years and haven't you found a way out?"

Mr. Peng's tone was not very patient, and he said calmly: "Can I get out and I will still be trapped here for forty years?"

Agarwood led back: "There is no perfect way out. If there is a flowing water source, there should be a way out."

He Chongtian also sat down and spoke slowly: "Mr. Peng, you were the first to fall off forty years ago. Was there a custom of old people running away before you?"

Mr. Peng didn't answer him immediately: "The young man's poison has been cured. Give him some water." After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at He Chongtian: "No."

He Chongtian asked: "Then you are also from Huangshui Village?"

Mr. Peng stopped answering and lay down slowly, coughing.

The old man next to him answered on his behalf: "Mr. Peng was the first college student in Huangshui Village! In the 1970s, college students were very rich and valuable! He was a famous folklorist. He went back to the village to do fieldwork, but he didn't expect to suffer such an unreasonable disaster. .”

He Chongtian looked at Chen Xiangyin and exchanged glances.

He had something to say to her.

Chen Xiang understood in a second and spoke immediately, with ambiguity and weakness in her tone: "My back is injured and it hurts. Can you help me go over there and take a look?" She pointed to the wide corridor to the side.

This tone sounds like an unusual relationship.

He raised his eyebrows and stood up, "Yeah."

"Wait a minute." Mr. Peng suddenly stopped him, "Don't go there, go to where you came from."

(End of this chapter)