The years when I was Captain Jin

Chapter 2
Nan Pazi's expression changed drastically. He said that the darker the soil, the fiercer the fights below. This soil can drip black blood, so it might be difficult to deal with it!

My grandfather secretly thought that Li Si's tomb could not be fierce, so he gritted his teeth and added 200 yuan to everyone, and then talked with Nan Paizi privately, and gave Nan Paizi [-]% of the things in the tomb.

In this way, everyone is like a grasshopper tied to a rope!

After negotiating these things, they started digging along the shoveling position before, and finally smelled the smell of copper and iron in the soil seven or eight meters underground, and then dug slowly along a Z shape until midnight After two o'clock, the robbery hole was finally opened.

Nan Paizi repeatedly emphasized to everyone that after waiting, if there is a "ghost blowing the lamp", he must come back immediately.

All the people present are in this profession, so they naturally know the allusion of 'Ghost Blowing Lamp'.It is said that when the ancient Captain Mojin entered an ancient tomb, he would light a candle in the northwest corner of the tomb to communicate with the ghosts in the tomb.If the candle is extinguished, the tomb robber cannot take away a treasure, but has to knock three times to leave, otherwise he will die miserably.

Nan Paizi's cautious appearance made my grandfather feel a little worried. He is actually an antique dealer picking up money. He is afraid of death, but when he thinks of the Qingyang bottle mentioned in the Warring States Rubbings, he is still determined to go down together.

They slowly climbed down the 'Z'-shaped robbery hole, and stepped on a straight tomb passage when they came down.

It was a two-meter-wide tomb passage, the floor was paved with square blue bricks, and the stone walls on both sides were covered with holes of different thicknesses for some unknown reason.

The first thing Nan Paozi did when he went to the tomb was to take out a piece of candle from the corner and light it. Almost instantly, the flame on the candle became green.

Nan Paizi's face changed drastically, and he wanted to go back the same way.

My grandfather was also quite frightened, he was an antique maker, and he still believed in these feudal superstitions, so he wanted to leave Nan Paizi almost without thinking.

However, the robbery hole disappeared.

Everyone was dumbfounded, the robbery hole they entered just disappeared out of thin air, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find it.

At the same time, the flame of the candle turned into a faint red again, not the red of the candle, but the same color as the red lantern. That color was very strange, but it only lasted for a while before the candle burned out. It's over.

Nan Paizi sat down on the ground, and when he finished talking non-stop, Heisha appeared in this place.

Seeing Nan Paozi trembling, my grandfather quickly asked, "What kind of thing is Heisha? How can someone like you be so scared?"

Nan Paizi said: "Heisha is a large zongzi that has become a spirit. It is the most vicious of all zongzi. It is rare to see it in a hundred years. Just now when I dug out black blood when I went to Luoyang with a shovel, I knew something was wrong. Now the candle It has also become like this, it is definitely a black evil."

"Raising Heisha in the tomb, the owner of the tomb wants everyone to come and go!"

At this time, a man in the team said: "What are you talking about, I don't see anything surprising here, if you want to talk about you, just talk about it, and don't come here to find some local goods later."

He walked forward without fear, and the others rushed forward holding torches.

But my grandfather is a smart man. He once heard a preacher say that in the General’s Tomb, there were more than 30 experts who went in. In the end, only Nan Paizi came out. Nan Paizi was somewhat capable.

So my grandfather followed Nan Paizi stubbornly, not daring to leave an inch.

Nan Pazi took out a smelly black donkey's hoof from his bag, and then walked forward step by step.

Although the path to the tomb is only a few tens of meters, every step is like detecting a mine, and my grandfather's heart almost jumped out when he walked.

At this time, a man's surprise sound suddenly came from the front.

My grandfather calmed down and looked carefully, and found that at the end of the tomb passage, there was a huge bronze vessel emitting dim light. It comes out of the sheep's head.

The Qingyang bottle is indeed here!
In the past dynasties, bronze wares have been considered important items in the country, and my grandfather estimated that this Qingyang bottle can easily be sold for tens of thousands of yuan if there is a channel. .

But the moment he saw the Qingyang Zun, my grandfather was so scared that he gritted his teeth together.

On the sheep's head, he saw two red spots, like two bloodshot eyes.

My grandfather stared at the Qingyang bottle, he could vaguely see the sheep's face moving!That thing is alive.

But before he had time to say this, there was a piercing sound in the tomb passage, the sound was like fingernails scratching glass, and immediately after, my grandfather was screamed by a miserable howl, his whole body got goosebumps up.

From the holes on both sides of the tomb passage, a fluffy black claw suddenly protruded. The black claw grabbed a strong man and dragged it into the hole.

Someone nearby pulled out a steel knife quickly and wanted to cut off the claw, but it left a faint white mark on it, and even the person who pulled out the knife broke his own tiger's mouth.

The man was dragged into the hole that was only the size of two fists, blood and brains splashed all over the floor, and the remaining half of his body twitched on the ground.

My grandfather spit out stomach acid on the spot, seeing that Nan Paozi had started to run, and his strong desire to survive made him roll and crawl behind Nan Paozi.

The heart-wrenching voice in the tomb passage became louder and louder. My grandfather couldn't help being curious and turned his head to see that his calf was weak.

From the stone walls on both sides, dense black claws protruded, but no one who was caught by the black claws could break free, either they were pulled into the darkness alive, or they were directly torn apart. Shaking torches and shrill screams.

In less than a minute, only six of their nearly 1-member team were lucky enough to rush out of the tomb passage.

The ground was now stained red with blood.

On both sides of the tomb passage, countless black claws frantically slapped the walls, making crazy roars. My grandfather said that people who have never seen it can't understand that kind of fear.

That is not a Heisha, but a group of Heisha.

Nan Paizi sat slumped on the ground and said, "Which tomb is made by the dead, even a fucking army can't get in."

My grandfather asked, "What the hell is this Heisha?"

Nan Paizi said: "Heisha is a thing that was passed down from corpses in Xiangxi. Most people dare not play with it. It's too damaging to morality, and it will kill off children and grandchildren in the future. I'm thinking that the people on both sides of the tomb passage must have been locked up since they were babies." Entering the stone wall and raising them like pigs and sheep, that’s not enough, you have to think of ways to abuse them, and when the resentment rises, seal the seven orifices with molten iron and make rice dumplings, so that it is possible to become evil.”

Nan Paizi thought for a while and continued: "It's rare to meet one of these things in a lifetime, but I didn't expect to meet a group of them here. I wonder if there is something extraordinary in this fight."

After speaking, the few people who were relieved suddenly felt greedy. My grandfather touched the green sheep bottle, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he was. Just taking out the four sheep heads could sell them sky-high price!
But at that time my grandfather was completely absorbed in Qingyangzun, he forgot the pair of eyes he saw before.

At this moment, a man next to him suddenly scratched his throat with his hands, forcefully pulling out his tonsils.

The other man ran back like crazy, his body was instantly torn apart by the black claws in the stone wall, and blood spattered everywhere.

My grandpa was completely stunned, not knowing what happened just now, he raised his head and met the blood-red eyes on the sheep's head.

He only felt that the entire tomb was shaking suddenly, and all the surrounding walls began to collapse, revealing a stone door at the end.

My grandfather rushed into the stone gate desperately, but was slapped by Nan Paizi, and he fell to the ground.

When my grandfather got up, he realized that what he saw was completely different. There was no stone door at all, and a hairy Heisha stood up from behind the Qingyang bottle, and it was biting a piece of arm.A corpse next to it had already been eaten badly. Seeing the bloody scene, my grandfather was so scared that he peed on his crotch.

Those eyes had hallucinations. If Nan Paozi hadn't slapped him at that time, he would be the same as these people next time.

Nan Paozi sighed and said, "Old Li, we are done for this time! I will try my best to protect you out today, but you have to take good care of my little one, otherwise I, Nan Paozi, will never let you go."

After finishing speaking, Nan Paozi pushed my grandfather aside fiercely, and left a sentence: close your eyes, and Heisha will not attack you.

The last thing my grandpa saw was that the giant Heisha threw Nan Paizi under him.

People's desire to survive is terrible. My grandfather was groping around in the tomb. He persisted in this way for more than a day, his body was bruised and purple, and he was still running desperately.

I don't know how long it took before a villager who was hunting on the mountain found my grandfather floating in the creek, and quickly pulled him to the health center in the village with a bullock cart, which saved my grandfather's life.

Since then, my grandfather has become taciturn, drank all day long, and stopped the antique business. When I started to understand, he had already become a little talkative.

While drinking, he drew the Qingyang bottle he saw. Sometimes he could draw more than a dozen pictures in a day without sleep, and then he looked at the painting and giggled.

(End of this chapter)