Chapter 161: Burial

"No, not eleven people, but twelve people!"
At this moment, Founder heard something happening at the door. Founder subconsciously tightened his muscles and gripped the knife handle. He was ready to exert force at any time and turned his head to look in the direction of the door.
Just then, a figure outside the door entered the noisy wooden house.
The person who came was like the others in the house, wearing workers' clothing of the 1960s and 1970s, but with a taller and stronger body, with a Chinese face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a serious and dignified expression on his face.
Founder is thinking.
It seems that the twelfth person in front of him is the man suspected to be the captain or foreman in the second photo.
Founder turned to look at the picture frame hanging on the wooden wall. Sure enough, the man in the photo taken alone showed the same appearance as the man in front of him.
"Since the twelve people have arrived, what about the last person left?"
"That's the man who took the picture?"
As a result, there were only two photo frames on the wooden wall, and no third photo frame.
"One less person?"
"A picture frame missing?"
Founder frowned lightly, wrong!
If it is said that the person taking the picture has not come to this place, the two photo frames hanging on the wall are suspicious and illogical.
The person taking pictures must have arrived here.
And they have lived with the twelve miners in front of them for a long time, and they are very familiar with each other.
I just don't know why, the person who took the picture didn't appear in this rest house.
Founder suddenly flashed.
I thought that the old man who lived alone in the village of Menqian died on the bed and his body was black and smelly for days. No one had found him alone. Could it be the photographer in the thirteenth person?
Otherwise, why would he secretly dig out such a secret road in his dry well, leading directly to the three wooden houses in the Black Blind Forest?
If this is the case, then everything will make sense.
Fang, like the same bystander, watched the replay of the memory in front of him, watched the miners who had been tired all day, talking in a loud voice, but he could not understand a sentence from beginning to end.
This made Founder gradually lose his patience.
"The king covered the ground tiger?"
"Changwei fights for happiness?"
"Can't you really see me, can't you hear me?"
Founder thought about it, and suddenly, he was about to lift the knife to one person, but at that moment, the tall captain who finally entered the house and spoke.
It is actually a dialect similar to the local dialect of the city, and the Founder moves in his hands.
At that time, Putonghua was not fully popularized. The true popularity of Putonghua should be around the millennium, so the 60s and 70s were far from the popularity of Mandarin.
The city was only a small city decades ago.
"Li Fugui, what about the fake foreigner coming from a big city?"
This is the captain's original translation roughly translated by Founder.
After all, the time is too far apart. Nowadays, Mandarin has been popularized throughout the country. Some authentic dialects have been lost too seriously. It is very good that Founder can barely understand.
Called Li Fugui, a man of thirty years old with a rich mole growing above the corner of his eyebrow, he began to ask others around him, but it was also a dialect that Founder could not understand.
Founder guessed that these eleven ordinary miners should be villagers recruited from nearby villages, so that he could not understand the dialects spoken by these villagers.
Soon, Li Fugui heard the news and spoke a local dialect with a strong local accent. The founder half relied on guessing and half relied on the blindness after the connection. Li Fugui roughly said: "Daniel said, that fake The foreigner entered the ancient well again. "
"Today, when we dug up the old abandoned well, the fake foreigner couldn't be more excited, and his mouth was full of nagging and nerves. These fake foreigners are really, aren't they the wells the ancients hit It looks weird, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a tic-tac-toe, just like what I have never seen left over from our ancestors.
"Five Brothers, our team of people, is the first team to dig up the Gujing that the fake foreigners are looking for. Do you say that the fake foreigners will honor his promise?"
When Li Fugui said the last sentence, the more excited the expression on his face, the more difficult to suppress the excitement.
Narrow up and wide down?
Like Tic Tac Toe?
Founder's pupil shrank slightly.
Is n’t this the burial of the ancient tombs?
Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a trumpet with an inverted button, this is a place of gathering shade!
Also called a land of forbidden land!
It is a destructive yin tomb that is used only for the purpose of burying the unbelievable. It is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, which means that the eternal life suppresses the bottom of the well, so that the grudges of the buried people and the eternal life cannot be dissipated. reincarnation.
The ancients feudal superstitions believed that people can still be blamed after death, so they invented the trumpet urn, which is generally used to suppress extremely fierce things, or people who succumbed to death with a grudge, so as to avoid revenge after death. Some people deliberately use this well to suppress the Qiu family, hoping to suppress the Qiu family, eternal life will never be seen, and eternal life cannot be reincarnated.
If the ancients accidentally encountered such a narrow and wide burial site ~ EbookFREE.me ~ how fast and how far away.
No one knows what is buried underneath.
Resentment, grief, yin qi ... Being condensed under the coldest ground of yin qi all the time, it is also unclear what horrible things will come out.
The reason why Founder understands this is precisely because the world is undergoing unintelligible tricks, so he usually takes the initiative to understand relevant knowledge.
Five thousand years of history, the ancients established a complete set of worlds after death.
Where there is shade, there is a place where there is shade.
There is one yin and one yang in the world.
The upper narrow and the lower wide are trumpet urns. The small opening makes no sight of the sun. It is a banned and gathering place. Then change it to the upper wide and lower narrow.
The opening is conducive to the accumulation of yang and the dissipation of yin, similar to the principle of magnifying glass in life.
The more ancient gathering place is the shaft tomb that appeared in the Shang Dynasty.
But now it is, the trumpet urn most feared by the ancients and the most afraid of hitting, now not only has been dug out, but also people who are not afraid of death go into the gathering place. This is to hit the lantern and go to the toilet, just to find death.
After listening to Li Fugui's words, the strong man named Ping Si seemed to think of something. The pair of Sichuan brows were instantly twisted together and immediately sternly said: "Do you know what we dug today? It's really nonsense!"
"Leaving one person in a well in the wilderness in the big night, if the fake foreigner had an accident, who would pay our family wages and food on time, and did not quickly bring the fake foreigner back."
However, Ping Si's words just fell, boom!
There was a huge explosion, even in the wooden house, people could obviously feel the wooden house shaking.
"No, it's a big deal!"
At the moment, all twelve people in the house hurried out.