Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

"Why do I have two shadows? Why? Why?"

Ah Dong slumped to the ground, a cigarette between his lips. He muttered to himself, "Maybe I've already died in the woods. What's before me isn't real, this yard isn't real, and you aren't real. These are just my fantasies before I die. That's for sure."

"Brother Dong, what nonsense are you talking about? Get up quickly!"

A brother tried to pull Adong up, but Adong remained unmoved.

Adong's eyes were empty. The next second, he suddenly pulled out the knife and stabbed himself in the thigh!

"Hahaha! I knew it! This can't be true! I can't feel any pain!" he laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed himself in the stomach again.

Watermelon Head kicked Adong down, and his two brothers rushed over and quickly snatched the knife away.

"Let me go! Damn it! Let me go!"

Several people held him down tightly.

"Let him go."

"Boss!! Brother Dong is crazy!"

"I said, let him go."

Everyone let go of Adong.

The man with the watermelon head squatted in front of Adong and slowly raised the flashlight.

I was secretly shocked.

If a normal person was shone the flashlight in the eyes like this, he would definitely close his eyes or avoid it subconsciously, but Adong did not do that. He stared straight at the strong flashlight, as if he had lost some instinct.

"Brother, hasn't your long-held wish been to gain Godfather's approval so that you can replace me and take charge of the Tang Dynasty?"

Adong's expression was dull.

"Your wish has not yet been fulfilled. You cannot allow anything to happen here. Even if you die, you should die in our Tang Dynasty, not die in this damn place like a coward."

I kept observing Adong's expression, and just when the watermelon-headed guy finished saying this, his eyes changed slightly.

"No! We are all dead! We are all dead in the woods! We will never be able to leave this yard! Because nothing here is real!"

"You do not trust me!"

"Why won't you believe me?"

Ah Dong slapped his chest hard and roared, "If you stab yourself here, you'll know what I said is true! I can't feel any pain! Nothing here is real! We are actually the same as Xiao Liu! We died a long time ago!"

Not only me, but everyone else was also infected by Adong's strong emotional outburst.

When people face something unknown, they will subconsciously find excuses for themselves, regardless of whether the excuse is valid or ridiculous.

Thinking of the darkness I had just seen, I began to doubt myself: had we really died in the woods? Were our souls trapped in this Jiang family compound, unable to escape forever?

Suddenly, a dull gunshot woke me up.

I saw the man with the watermelon head holding Adong tightly, with a gun pressed against Adong's chest.

It can be clearly seen that there is some redness under the watermelon-headed guy's eyes.

As his hands slowly loosened, Adong lost his support and fell to the ground.

Adong's eyes were still open, and he died with his eyes open.

Seeing this, some brothers turned their backs, while others lowered their heads silently.

Watermelon Head took a deep breath and said to everyone, "When we're done, if the gang members ask about Adong, you must tell them the truth. As for now, we have another debt to pay."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

"Listen clearly."

"What the hell! Did you hear that?"

"Clear!"

Everyone shouted.

"Go! Lao Wang, lead the team, tear down all the walls here, and drag all those bodies out."

"understand!"

"Brothers! Go!"

"Dry!"

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound of things hitting the wall in the yard.

One body, two bodies, three bodies...

The screen wall was smashed to pieces, and the corpses hidden in it looked like cultural relics. For me, it is very easy to identify cultural relics, but I can't tell what era these corpses are from.

Perhaps the 1950s? The 1940s? Or even before the Republic of China?

Watermelon Head's men dragged the six bodies to the middle of the yard, one leg each, just like dragging stale frozen meat.

The man with the watermelon head had an indifferent expression on his face. He used a sharp knife to cut open the old yellow cloth wrapped around one of the bodies.

This is a man, very young, probably less than 30 years old. His appearance cannot be said to be lifelike, but he looks like he has just died a few months ago. The expression of the corpse is peaceful, and his face is covered with a thick layer of unknown powdery substance similar to prickly heat powder. At first glance, it looks like a layer of frost on his face.

Watermelon Head cut open several other bodies one by one.

Looking at the bodies under the moonlight, they all looked similar, none of them were rotten, there were three men and three women in total.

Because of the continuous wall breaking, Watermelon Head's men were sweating and breathing rapidly. It was summer, but they exhaled white steam.

"What do you think?" Watermelon Head asked me.

I frowned and said, "These are people from a long time ago. They must have had special horoscopes. Do you know Chao Sheng? He's a friend who came to Qiandao Lake to help us. His great-grandfather was born in the year of Yimao, the month of Ren, and the day of Dingmao, and his fate was the same as these people's."

"These corpses are full of evil spirits. Don't they feel obviously colder?"

Watermelon Head looked at the corpses on the ground and nodded: "It's a bit cold."

One of the men said, "Boss, if you want to burn these bodies, you need gasoline or enough wood, but there's nothing here. I'm afraid we can't light a fire."

"Cut off their heads."

"What did you say, Boss?"

The watermelon head repeated it.

His men did as they were told without hesitation.

I witnessed the whole process, and Adong's death completely enraged Watermelon Head.

In other words, he is not afraid of these things, and his personality in this respect is somewhat similar to Qin Xida's.

The watermelon-headed man kicked the dead heads away one by one like a football. After he was done, he asked me, "Do you think this worked?"

I shook my head.

He clapped his hands: "I'm just letting out some steam. Now tell me your good idea."

"What? You're not like Adong, thinking you're dead?"

I looked around and said, "This Jiang family compound is a feng shui formation. It perfectly integrates psychology, architecture, feng shui, and the art of winning. Ah Dong's madness and loss of reason is not accidental. It may be related to water."

"water?"

"follow me."

I led my men to find the water tank that we saw at the beginning.

"The water in this tank isn't rainwater. It's probably hot spring water. It's just cooled down now."

The watermelon-headed guy looked confused.

I told him about the Dongshan Underground Palace and the hot spring water.

"You mean...Adong drank this water when he came here to wash his hands?"

"We didn't see it. Maybe he didn't drink it, but just washed his hands. Maybe if the wound touched the water, it would have had an effect."

"Think about it, why would we place a water tank here? Isn't that strange?"

One buddy panicked and said, "I've been sweating all over the wall demolition and my mouth is dry. If you hadn't told me, I would have come here to drink some cold water."

"Don't drink it! Even if you die of thirst, don't drink it! Listen to me, this is a trap. If I didn't happen to know about the hot spring water at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, I would probably fall for it."

"If only Uncle Cha were here, he'd definitely be able to lead us out. Compared to him, my Feng Shui skills are only average. I can't see through the Feng Shui secrets hidden in this compound, but I've just figured out some other secrets. If we follow my lead step by step, maybe we can break free."

"Everyone, come together and pour out the water."

"Be careful, try not to get any on your hands."

With everyone's combined efforts, the water in the tank was poured out with a splash.

"Turn the tank over."

"Step aside."

I stepped forward and kicked it hard.

Due to inertia, the big water tank suddenly rolled forward.

"Just watch."

"What are you looking at?"

I checked the time and whispered, "One minute. If I'm not mistaken, after one minute, the tank will roll back on its own."