In the past few years, I have been doing antique and rubbing business and have accumulated a lot of experience in judging people. This business requires your eyesight the most. You have to be able to judge things and people. As soon as I saw this fat man, I knew he was not a real person. If I wanted to get information from such a person, it would be better to provoke him than to say good things. So I pretended not to believe him at all and said, "What are you talking about? If you really know, can you run around here like a headless fly?"
As expected, the fat man shone a flashlight on my face and said, "You still don't believe me? I have been doing preparations for more than a month before coming here. Do you know what King Lu Shang does? Do you know what it means to borrow ghost soldiers? Do you know what the ghost seal is used for?" Seeing that I didn't say anything, he smiled smugly and said, "I tell you, King Lu Shang sounds like a general, but to put it bluntly, he is just a tomb raider like us."
I suddenly remembered that my third uncle had said something similar, but I didn't quite understand how they figured it out. The fat man continued, "But they were better than us. Those who robbed tombs were all made kings. It's recorded in the silk book that most of King Lu Shang's troops rested during the day and marched at night. Often, the entire army disappeared and then suddenly appeared in another place. Moreover, the places they went to were often 'mostly dilapidated graves. When asked, they said that all the ghost soldiers were out.' How could we, the materialistic proletarian revolutionary workers, believe in the existence of such things as ghost soldiers in the world! They must have dug graves everywhere, and if people found that the soil in the graves had been disturbed, they would say that King Lu Shang had borrowed the souls of the tomb owners, so the story of borrowing ghost soldiers spread everywhere. People at that time were very superstitious about these things, and later they spread the word and called them gods."
I didn't quite believe it and said, "It's too arbitrary for you to draw such a conclusion based on this information."
The fat man glared at me, blaming me for interrupting, and said, "Of course there is more evidence than this. The most direct evidence is that this seven-star suspicious coffin was first used by tomb robbers according to historical records. Because they felt that they had robbed countless tombs, they were afraid of suffering the same fate after death, so they designed this virtual coffin based on their experience. They believed that no matter how clever the mechanism was, it could not stop tomb robbers. The only way was to make them hesitate and unable to start! Among these seven coffins, except for the real main coffin, any of the other six, no matter which one was opened by mistake, would be a life-and-death experience. There were either hidden crossbows or evil magic inside. After the Song Dynasty, this situation was gradually carried forward by some capable and ingenious people. This design came from an ignoble profession, and ordinary people thought it was unlucky. Moreover, it was too expensive to put seven coffins in a tomb ."
I saw that this fat man looked very careless, and I didn't expect him to have such profound knowledge. I couldn't help but feel respect, but I thought he might not have finished speaking, so I asked, "According to what you said, is there any way to distinguish which one is the main coffin?" The fat man patted me, probably seeing the change in my attitude, and was very proud: "Seeing that you are quite studious, then I will learn from Confucius to regret not rolling up the coffin. Listen carefully, it is not impossible to distinguish these seven-star suspicious coffins! However, our industry has its own rules. Most people who encounter seven-star coffins will kowtow a few times and retreat consciously, and the ancestors will not blame them. In the past, during the chaotic years, some mountain movers had no food and clothing, and they had no other choice, so they finally broke the rules. At that time, there was a master who came up with a way to break this situation, that is, use two pry bars to lift up a corner of the coffin, then drill a small hole in the bottom of the coffin, and use an iron hook to probe it to see what is hooked out. In this way, you can judge what is in the coffin."
I couldn't help but sigh that the battle of wits between the tomb robbers and the designers was enough to write a book. The fat man suddenly came over to me mysteriously and said, "But the seven sarcophagi here are probably all fake. I'm afraid that the Tomb of King Lu is all fake."
He used the smoke screen to shine on the stone passage where we had just fallen, to see if anything was crawling over, and then continued, "I couldn't figure this out at first, but when I fell into this stone maze, I suddenly discovered that this was actually a Western Zhou tomb." I was shocked: "Could this not be the escape route dug by the craftsmen?"
At this time, Pan Zi cursed in the corner: "I told you long ago, how could this be an escape route? Have you ever seen anyone dig an escape route like a maze? Who would have such a good mood?" I was very confused, and I seemed to think of something but couldn't grasp the key point: "How could someone build his own tomb on top of someone else's tomb? Isn't this just to cut off his descendants?"
The fat man touched his mouth and said, "You are also a tomb raider, so you naturally know about Feng Shui. We tomb raiders are the most contemptuous. I really don't see any other use of Feng Shui except to guide us in tomb raiding. Feng Shui is a subject, but it is the subject of the ancients, the dead, and has nothing to do with us socialist young people." He patted his chest and said, "Besides, there is also a saying in Feng Shui about burying yourself in someone else's tomb. It seems to be called... called... what is it called... Hidden Dragon Cave. Anyway, it is just a name. We don't need to care about these superficial names. Anyway, burying yourself in someone else's tomb is very possible as long as your numerology cooperates and the arrangement is proper. Therefore, the coffin of King Lu Shang must be hidden in this Western Zhou tomb, there is no mistake!"
When Pan Zi heard what he said, he burst out laughing and said, "How come you, with your ugly appearance, can understand Feng Shui?"
The fat man was furious: "What do you mean by understanding or not? If I don't understand... how can I know... so many things?" Pan Zi laughed, but his wound hurt when he laughed, and he couldn't help but hold his stomach and said: "I don't know where you heard this nonsense. If you really understand Feng Shui, can you lead us out of this maze? I ca n't find the way after turning around 7 or 8 times."
When I heard Pan Zi talking about this, I remembered something and asked, "Oh, by the way, why did you leave me alone and run away? You know I was almost scared to death! Where are Uncle San and the others?"
Pan Zi straightened up with difficulty and said, "I'm not sure either. At that time, the boy chased the fat guy. Although my uncle told me not to chase him, I thought that if the boy got nervous, it must be something important. Moreover, there is something I didn't tell you. I always felt that the boy followed us with ulterior motives, and I didn't trust him very much. I also wanted to take a look, so I followed him." He frowned and said in confusion, "I ran for a few minutes and suddenly saw something in the tomb passage in front of me. I shone the light and the thing disappeared in a flash. I got a little nervous and walked to that place. At this time, I saw that there seemed to be a five-fingered human hand in the gap between the stones ."
The fat man was startled and moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out in the end.
Pan Zi recalled all the details of that time and said, "So I leaned over to take a look. You know I just can't control my curiosity. I want to have a taste of shit. Now I think about it and I'm really scared. I didn't expect that hand-like thing would suddenly rush out and grab my neck. It was so strong that it almost suffocated me. I didn't know what to do at that time. Fortunately, I had a military knife on me. I moved my hands and feet randomly while cutting the hand. I found that the wrist of the hand was frighteningly thin, almost a little thicker than the finger. I didn't know where the strength came from. I cut it with one knife and made a long cut. The hand immediately let go and shrank back into the crack in the wall." Pan Zi touched his neck: "I thought, damn , there must be something strange behind this wall, so I went to check the wall. I knocked on the left and kicked on the right, and suddenly I don't know what I pressed, and the whole person fell down!" He patted the wall, "You will know later that I fell into a stone room like this one. Then I found the stone path. Fortunately, I was good at jumping. After a long time, I finally jumped up. Otherwise, I really don't know when I would meet Xiao Sanye. "
"So, you don't know the whereabouts of Third Uncle and the others?" I sighed. Pan Zi had obviously just found out that Third Uncle and the others were missing, and he looked very worried. I turned to the fat man and asked him, "Fatty, how did you get down there? Tell me the truth, did you provoke that ghost?" The fat man said, "Well, if you say so, then I am more wronged than Su San. When I ran to that place, the old man who appeared out of nowhere had already brought out the monster. The kid following me saw it, shouted "Oh no" and turned around and ran away. I saw that if I had to fight the monster to the death, I probably would have a chance of winning, but the revolutionary fire had to be preserved, and I had not yet completed the task given to me by the organization, so I turned around and ran. After running for a while , I saw the guy stopped in front of me and told me to stand there. Before I understood what was going on, he kicked the wall and I fell down. I thought he was going to save me, but I didn't expect there were so many bugs below, damn it." When he said this, he looked around, as if he was afraid that more bugs would crawl out and bite him.
Pan Zi glanced at me and said, "Look, this guy seems to know a lot about this ancient tomb, and he's not simple. There must be something wrong." I always thought that the oil bottle was good, because as long as he was around, I felt very safe, but after Pan Zi said that, I also felt that this guy seemed to know too much on the way here, as if he could predict everything. I couldn't help but doubt it. In my bag, there were a few compressed biscuits from Fatty. I remembered that I hadn't eaten for a long time, so I took them out and everyone ate a little. Pan Zi ate very little, saying that if his intestines were perforated, if he ate too much, it would leak out, so it was better to leave it for us to eat, because we didn't know when we could get out. After he said that, although Fatty wanted to eat, he was embarrassed to eat too much. I told them what I had encountered again , and I gradually relaxed.
We were silent for a while , and then talked about something else. Fatty said that sitting there like this was not a solution, so why not we go into the stone path and try our luck. Pan Zi thought so too, so we decided to take a rest and then set off.
I dozed off in a daze , half asleep and half awake, and suddenly I saw the fat man winking at me. I had always thought that this fat man was very unreliable and a bit schizophrenic. Who would think of putting a clay pot on his head to scare people in an ancient tomb? This kind of person is either too bold or too stupid. Now one of us is seriously injured and three people are missing. In this environment, he still has the interest to make faces at me. If I still have the strength, I will definitely rush up to him and hit him.
But at this time, I found that even Pan Zi was winking at me. I thought: Wow, can mental illness be contagious? I saw the two of them patting their left shoulders non-stop, their mouths moving, as if they were saying: "Hand, hand!" I saw cold sweat on their heads, which was strange, so I looked at my hands, but there was nothing unusual. Could it be my shoulder? I turned my head casually, and suddenly found a small green hand on my shoulder.