"Don't look!"

Douyazai covered Xiaoxuan's eyes in panic, preventing him from seeing the front face of the body.

Brother Yu squatted slightly, raised the wooden javelin in his hand high, his calves tightened, his face darkened into the water, and he was ready to go.

suddenly!

In the night of Tengger, a low whistle sounded and came from a distance.

The two desert wolves pulling the wooden board immediately turned around and looked around after hearing the whistle, then turned around and ran away with their tails squatting.

Seeing the two wolves gradually running away, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The dried corpse seemed to be deliberately posing, sitting cross-legged, moving.

The body's facial features shrank and deformed, but I still recognized it.

It turned out to be Ma Deming! His right leg stepped into the ant nest and used our gauze!

It is Ma Deming, who has been dead for a long time!

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Someone dug him out!

"Address! Awaken!"

Uncle Liao gently patted his face and pinched him again. Liao Xiaomi slowly opened her eyes, still looking shocked.

Brother Yu walked in and poked it with a wooden stick, and the body fell backwards.

"You know this person?" Brother Yu turned around and asked after checking the body.

I was still in a state of fear, but just shivered with my lips and said I knew that this person's calf was bitten by an ant, and he was infected and fevered. Later we buried him in the desert.

"Infection with fever?"

Brother Yu shook his head and said, "It seems that you didn't check it out at the beginning. He didn't die of fever. Come and see it."

I plucked up the courage to walk over. Brother Yu turned the corpse with his feet and reached out to pull out an iron nail from the back of the corpse.

We can't talk about iron nails, we can only say that they are similar, but they are different from the stainless steel iron nails used by modern people.

When I saw this scene, I felt horrible and disgusted.

Looking back on the situation that day, Ma Deming was still alive in the afternoon, but at around 8 o'clock in the evening, he suddenly died of anger. Moreover, he was wearing well in his clothes when he died, and he died very suddenly.

At this time, Douyazai said in disgust: "It's really old horse. Someone dug him out. Why are you here to scare us? Did Jiuqingshui clean up the portal?"

"No, it's not like that." I shook my head and denied.

During that time period, Jiu Qingshui and Batou were dealing with the Sand Cemetery Palace. If it were made by Jiu Qingshui, they would basically not send Ma Deming's body in one fell swoop.

No matter who did this, I always feel like I was sending some signal to our group.

Brother Yu wiped his hands and said, "It seems that you have many enemies, and it's useless to guess. It's just that there's no wind now. Follow the traces of dragging over and look for where it came from.

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Brother Yu woke me up after saying something.

Yes, the desert wolf dragged the wooden boards over and left traces all the way on the sand. It looks more obvious now. If the wind blew, the sand would cover up these traces.

As I thought about it, a figure appeared in my mind. The man was disheveled and his hair was so evident that he could not see his face, and he was holding a big yellow dog.

Without further ado, if you want to figure out who did it, you must seize the clues in front of you and take action. Just wait like that, it is too passive.

I said, "Just in case, Yazai, take a knife and look at the camp, and look at Xiaoxuan and Xiaomi. I'm afraid of luring the tiger out of the mountain."

"Wait until we come back."

Douyazi knew that it was inconvenient to bring so many people and things, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, Fengzi, I won't be able to meet my eyes at night."

"Walk."

Leave a word, Brother Yu and I trot along the traces on the ground.

We can hear the whistle, which proves that this man is definitely not far away, and is likely to be within ten miles.

After jogging all the way for nearly an hour, a large sand slope suddenly appeared in front of me. The sand slope was very steep and extended downward to 40 degrees.

After chasing here, the traces left by the dragging suddenly disappeared.

Brother Yu held up the flashlight and looked around, saying, "Be careful, go down and see what's going on."

I nodded and said yes.

Tengger is very big, with many sand slopes like this, which are not noticeable during the day, let alone at night when I stepped on it, the sand had already passed through my knees.

The sand was flowing down the sand slope. At this moment, the moonlight was cold and the sky was full of stars. I looked around and was shocked to find that this area was actually solid land.

The soil under your feet is light black, and there are scattered gravel and hay around it, revealing a desolate scene.

I held the knife tightly and followed Brother Yu.

Just looking around, I suddenly tripped and almost fell down as I walked.

After I stood firm, I looked down and found that what tripped me was a short wooden shovel that broke into two pieces.

Nowadays, Luoyang shovels on the market are basically stainless steel casings, and only the archaeological team uses wooden handles (worrying to hurt cultural relics.

Compared with the Luoyang shovel we usually use, the short-handled Luoyang shovel is more purposeful, which means it needs to bring a hole and a coffin board. It is more commonly used by tomb robbers in Henan.

I also found a little bit, a broken piece of Luoyang shovel with a word engraved on the handle, "Six".

Luoyang shovel is a guy-style for us to eat. If there is no accident, we will never throw it around casually.

Could it be that those people who stayed behind Huiguan?

I couldn't figure it out, so I talked to Brother Yu and started to check the surroundings. I asked him to pay attention to the ground and called me if I saw a pile of soil.

This doesn't matter, I've discovered it.

Li Duan shoveled Luoyang about one hundred meters away, and we found a large hole about half a meter wide. The entrance to the ground was somewhat irregular in shape. At first glance, it was a hole that was hit by a tomb robber.

People approached the hole and looked at it, except for black.

There are stolen holes and broken Luoyang shovels.

Where have people gone?

If it was dug by those who returned to the gate a few months ago, what kind of tomb is this?

Seeing Brother Yu curiously trying to get down, I grabbed him.

I said that Brother Yu’s situation is unknown now. We only have a flashlight and nothing else. Don’t worry.

"It's too hard, it's useless for you to think so much,"

After saying that, he got into the hole and stretched his hands down.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to follow him.

The height of this thief hole is about 11 or 2 meters. After I went down, I smelled a faint smell, similar to the smell of sulfur.

When I shine a flashlight, I found a brick wall. In front of me was a low arch, which was less than one meter in height. The blue bricks that sealed the arch had been destroyed and could barely get in.

I frowned and looked at the low arch.

The prototype of the brick chamber tomb appeared in the late Western Han Dynasty, and was more popular to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. There is a saying about this low door that is less than one meter in height. It is different from the courtyard in the Song Dynasty. People in the street call this low door a mourning door.

, and in some places it is called bridge gate, which is rare.

There were many people in ancient times who believed in the first seven.

A kindness is a lonely yin, but a single yang does not grow.

After the death of a family, they will go through the first seven, three seven seven, and seven seven. People say that people have three souls and seven spirits. After death, one soul will be removed in one year, one soul will be removed in seven days, three years will be eliminated in seven days, and the soul will be dispersed in seven days. Before the soul will be dispersed in seven days,

I can't go to Huangquan Road, so I keep this short arch so that the owner's soul can move forward and retreat freely. Therefore, the bridge gate in the tomb is not for people to walk on, but for the soul to walk on.

"Come here to take a look," Brother Yu discovered it and asked me to come over.

When I walked in, I found a blue brick on the top of the low arch, and a line of small characters were carved with a knife on the surface of the brick.

Wiping away the dust, I tried to chant softly, saying word by word.
Chapter completed!