Tomb Raider: I Can Hear Antiques Talk

Chapter 150 Floating Head Village

Seeing this young man snoring like a beggar in the corner of the ruined temple, the three bridge passers-by stared wide-eyed.

At this time, the sun has come out, and the bright white sunlight brings people a sense of security.Looking back on those experiences last night, there is no doubt that he must have run into a ghost.I don't know if the ghosts of the couple are like ghosts, they just want to lure the three bridge travelers to be food for the monster.

As for the monster that was as big as a wild dog and didn't have time to see its face clearly, what it was, I had to ask the young man in front of him.The way he dealt with that thing just now seemed to be very familiar.

The leader of the bridgeman repeated his old tricks, woke up the young man politely, and handed him a letter of introduction, saying that they were archaeological workers from other places. They got lost last night and stumbled into a cemetery by mistake. , and thanked the young man for saving them.In the end, I would like to inquire about where this place is, whether there are villages where we can rest, and so on.

The young man didn't read the letter of introduction, but looked at the three of them cheerfully, and said, "You have met an old cat, and I will take you back to the village."

The three of them wondered, although the thing screamed like a baby last night, it was definitely not a cat in terms of size, and it had at least ten legs.

The young man didn't talk nonsense with them, and led them away from the ruined temple and walked towards the hillside behind.On the hillside, a winding path appeared in front of us, and in the distance was a small village with dozens of earthen houses, and some earthen cave dwellings built against the mountain wall. At this time, there was a faint smoke from cooking.

The three of them followed the young man back to the village. At the entrance of the village, they saw a stone tablet with the words "Futou Village" written on it. They thought to themselves that the name of this village was really weird, and a scene appeared in their minds: in a blood-red river , floating a large number of human heads.

Because it is the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, there is no farm work to do, and the village looks very deserted.Occasionally, a few people were exposed to the dust outside, and when they saw these three unfamiliar faces, they quickly put away the quilt and hurried back into the house.

The young man who led them didn't take it seriously, and walked ahead cheerfully, leading them all the way to a larger earthen cave dwelling, knocking on the door loudly.

Not long after, an old man about five or sixty years old came out, looked at the young man in front of the cave with a dark face, and knocked a cigarette on his head: "You are a little begging for goods, you don't look very good." The temple, just after the sun shines, I ran over to think about it, but I'm forced to do it?"

The old man spoke the local dialect, mixed with swear words, to the effect that he complained that the young man didn't guard the temple properly and came to disturb him early in the morning.

But when he looked up and saw the three people behind the young man, the old man restrained his anger and let the three of them into the house.

The earthen cave dwelling is quite warm, but the breath, body odor, and farts of people after a whole night's sleep are overwhelming, making the bridge travelers frown.

Sitting on the warm kang, the old man glanced at the letters of introduction from the three of them, then lit his pipe and started smoking.He said that he was the head of Futou Village, and usually there were no outsiders in the village, so the villagers were somewhat shy when they saw them.

If the three of them want to find a place to rest, they can go to this young man's house. Since he invited them, he will entertain them.Before leaving, the old man specially entertained the three of them for breakfast.

After a night of fright and exhaustion, the three of them were not polite.The old village head's wife served four large bowls of cornmeal paste, and the bridge-takers followed the example of young people, sipping the sides of the bowls in circles, and drank half full after a while.

But after drinking it in a daze, the Bridgers suddenly had other thoughts.They found that the bottom of the porcelain bowl that the village head's family entertained them with had carved peonies.Take a closer look at the shape of the bowl and the bluish-white glaze color. This is clearly the bluish-white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty.

It's a pity that this porcelain bowl has been used for too long, and many cracks have been knocked on the sides of the bowl, which almost opened the mouths of the three of them just now.One of the bowls was broken once, and dozens of copper nails were patched on the two cracks.

Such bowls can no longer be sold for much, but since the village head's family has them, maybe other families also have them; other people's houses have them, which means that there is likely to be an ancient tomb from the Yuan Dynasty nearby.

After all, Pingcheng has been on the border between the Central Plains and the North since ancient times, and the regime established by the northern people once regarded Pingcheng as an important town or even the capital of the country.There are many places with good geomantic omens in these wilderness areas within the range of Pingcheng, and countless generals, aristocrats and wealthy gentry are buried there.

The three talked with the old man about the history and anecdotes of famous people on the grounds of knowing the local historical sites. The topic naturally turned to whether there were any famous cemeteries nearby.

But the old branch secretary didn’t know whether he really didn’t understand it or deliberately avoided it. When talking about these topics, he suddenly said that he also came here several generations ago, and he didn’t know any big tombs in the area at all, including the famous people and ancient things mentioned before. I heard some elders say it when I was young, and now those old people who knew about such things are gone.

When the topic came to this point, the old man asked them to go out in a friendly manner, saying that it was time for him to chop firewood.The leading bridgeman was not reconciled, and hurriedly asked again: "Comrade village chief, we ran into an old cat last night."

As soon as these words came out, the village chief's expression froze instantly, and he shuddered involuntarily.The three of them omitted the matter of being fascinated by ghosts, and only said that when they lost their way at night, they came across a dilapidated house. Although they saw a coffin inside, they could only make do to rest.But after sleeping until midnight, he ran into something strange, and later fled to a small temple outside the village, only to be rescued by this young man.

The old village head looked at the smiling young man, wrapped his padded jacket tightly around his body, took a few puffs of lighted cigarette, and said, "God, I want to die from the cold..."

While talking, he picked up a straw stick and wrote two words on the ground: Granny.

The village head told the three that the thing they encountered yesterday should be a mottled coyote.In winter, coyotes also grow fur to keep out the cold, and often nest in coffins and haystacks, so the legs they see may be just tufts of hair.

And this old cat, which sounds like an old cat, is actually a non-existent monster fabricated by the adults in the village, just to scare the children who don't sleep at night or don't go home when they go out.

At this point in the conversation, the old village head called his wife to clear the table, and then sent the young man to say, "Xu Er, take him back, and he should settle down properly."

The young man named Xu Er nodded with a smile, and led the three of them to the entrance of the village to the north.

All three of them felt that what the old village chief said just now was weird, and they knew very well whether the thing they encountered last night was a northern wolf.What kind of coyote can bite off a machete in one bite?Can you still make that peculiar sound?

Not only the old village chief, but there is a weirdness everywhere in this village.

At this time, it was already daylight, and the sparse villagers were busy with cleaning the yard and chopping firewood outside.But since entering the village just now, I have never seen a child.Xu Er in front of them was already the youngest person they had ever seen in the village.

Some villagers were still drinking corn mush at the gate of the courtyard with porcelain bowls in their hands. They watched the three outsiders pass by with distrust and wariness in their eyes.

From a distance, those bowls are mostly blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty. Some people even have Cizhou porcelain altars from the Song Dynasty with black flowers on a white background in their courtyards. Unfortunately, most of them are somewhat dilapidated.

Strange or not, it has nothing to do with Bridger, but these antiques, they can't pull them out.

(End of this chapter)