"By the way, Old Chen, you just refused to do what the fourth girl said no matter how hard you died. Is there a ghost here?"

It was difficult for me to ask the fourth girl just now, so I quickly asked Chen Tuozi now.

"Yes, the thirsty symptoms we had before seem to have really disappeared. Old hunchback, don't make the mistake of blaming others for their good intentions!" The fat man also interjected.

"Huh, judging by the weapons he displays, he should be the only general in the world. But now I see him acting strangely. How can there be any rules? If you ask me, it is true that he is the descendant of the Miao Xinjiang magic."

Chen Tuozi said with a sneer.

It is said that the weapons of the generals in Faqiu were only used as a last resort. Normally, he relied on his ten fingers to dig into the tomb.

The fingers of each Faqiu general are specially trained. During training, a copper basin with a burning charcoal fire should be prepared. Put some eggs in the copper basin, and then use two fingers to hold the eggs in the copper basin. After training,

Five years later, he continued to knock walnuts and olive pits with his fingernails until they were broken with one blow. Therefore, the fingers of General Faqiu were as strong as steel and could pierce the coffin and pick out the funerary objects.

But Faqiu Zhonglang has a strict rule, that is, he can only pick up the funerary objects once per trip. After picking up, no matter whether it is successful or not, even if there are countless treasures in the coffin, he must get out of the way.

These are the rules of the generals of Faqiu. I heard my grandfather say that the rules of the generals of Faqiu are actually much more complicated than what they say on the surface. These rules set by the ancestors must be followed, and

You still have to swear a poisonous oath. As 'local work' becomes more and more difficult to do, the descendants of General Faqiu Zhonglang have almost disappeared.

Chen Tuozi continued: "Everyone knows that you cannot touch the body in the coffin. But dripping blood on the rice dumplings so that the rice dumplings can be exposed to the smell of fresh blood is a big taboo!"

Chen Tuozi shook his head with a gloomy face, and stopped at this point.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard this. Chen Tuozi's statement was not meant to scare us. I had read the notes of a corpse exorcist in western Hunan. They used their own blood as a bait to exorcise corpses, and then let the corpses jump behind them.

Normally, I would certainly disdain such evil methods, but in the situation just now, I was almost at a loss, and almost did whatever the fourth girl said.

"No matter what the hell it's unlucky or not! Tomorrow our masters will be far away from each other. What will happen if this big rice dumpling eats the fat man's blood and remembers it? Could it be possible that he flew over to bite me, cut it.

"

The fat man sat down on the village chief's bed, not taking Chen Tuozi's words seriously at all. After a while, the fat man started snoring loudly, and Chen Tuozi soon fell asleep.

"I'm going to go outside for a walk."

Wang Yuanchao nodded to me and walked out of the door. This was his habit, when he was not completely relaxed.

I sat on the bed blankly, not feeling sleepy at all.

I looked at the things my grandfather left me, a map, a diary, and a photo.

From the beginning to the end, I seemed to be led by an invisible thread. Everything seemed to have been arranged by others in advance. I felt as if I had fallen into a trap, but I couldn't tell the specific situation.

Just like Miss Fourth and Uncle Ming, they must know a lot about what happened back then, but they never want to say more.

"I said Dingdang, go to bed quickly. You can still spot a wife in the photo."

The fat man turned over and said in a daze.

"photo?"

My eyes fell on the photo. In the middle was my grandfather, on the right of my grandfather was Cao Sizhi, and on the left was Uncle Ming. I continued to look at the people around me, and suddenly, I saw a person,

I have seen this person.

Why do I say this? Because when I first saw him, I felt an extremely strong sense of familiarity. I have seen this person before, and I have seen him recently!

I took a breath of air, blocked the man's hair with my hands, and looked at it carefully again. Suddenly, my whole body felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, and I finally understood where the feeling of being calculated came from.

Already.

"Fat man, Lao Chen, get up quickly! Yuan Chao, you also go back to the house."

I yelled loudly and then kicked the fat man next to me awake. The fat man was drooling from his sleep. After being kicked awake by me, he became furious and grabbed me by the collar and tried to hit me.

"Stop fucking making trouble, hurry up and arrest him! First arrest the old village chief and torture him. We were almost fooled by this damn old man."

I said to the fat man solemnly.

"What's going on? I told you, Dingdang, please speak clearly, don't make me confused." The fat man was a little confused.

"Quick! Go ahead and catch the old man first, I'm afraid he will slip away." I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

A few of us went out in a hurry, and then frantically searched for traces of the old village chief in the village. Finally, at about four o'clock, we found traces of the old village chief in a villager's house. At this moment, the old village chief was snapping in the house.

They were smoking dry cigarettes, and a young man was sleeping on the bed.

Without saying a word, I kicked the wooden door in front of me. The old village chief looked at us in confusion, looking dumbfounded.

I said to the fat man with a sneer on my face: "Fat man, tie up this old man first. Let's see how he can pretend to be crazy and act like a fool!"

Although the fat man did something strange for me, he is still familiar with my character and knows that unless I have a reason, I will not do things so straightforwardly.

So he cooperated and took out the hemp rope and tied the old man's hands behind his back. The three of us stared at him, fearing that he would cause some trouble.

However, the old man was extremely cooperative and showed no signs of resistance.

"Let me ask you, what is your relationship with Li Weiguo?" I shouted sharply.

The old man looked at me with some confusion. His slightly panicked look really gave no reason to suspect that this man had either pretended to be crazy and been a fool for many years and had already become a man, or he was really a fool.

I said with a sneer on my face: "Keep fucking pretending, I'm going to die soon, do you know?"

"Let me ask you again, what is your relationship with Li Weiguo?"

I threw the photo in front of the old man, then squinted my eyes and said word by word: "Would you like me to help you point out your location?"

This old man is not an old village chief at all. He is one of the members of my grandfather’s tomb-robbing team: Lao Jintou!

My grandfather wrote everyone's name in pencil on the back of the photo.

It's just that his hair style back then and his age were so different from now, that's why none of us noticed it. I always felt that this person seemed a bit familiar, and I only discovered this person when I covered my hair just now.
Chapter completed!