Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Yu family?

As I stared at the words "Yu Family", Han Bin suddenly wiped the words with his palm.

Most of the words disappeared.

However, there are still some words that have not been erased completely.

At this moment, I heard footsteps.

Uncle Zheng came over.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the place where Han Bin's palm had passed.

Smiling, he asked, "How is Xiao Han?"

"Has the bleeding stopped?"

He seemed to be concerned about Han Bin's injury.

But his eyes were fixed on the remaining words.

I'm not sure whether Zheng Erbo, this cheap senior brother, is Huang Ziran's spy.

But the handwriting written by Han Bin must be destroyed.

I calmly raised my foot and stepped on the remaining words.

Then roll the writing on it with your feet twice to completely remove it.

Uncle Zheng's eyes twitched slightly.

He looked away awkwardly.

He coughed twice and said, "Is there anything I can help with?"

I smiled and said, "Han Bin's wound has stopped bleeding."

"But the remaining charcoal from burning our hair might not be enough."

"Or your hair..."

I pointed at Uncle Zheng's not-so-thick hair.

Uncle Zheng quickly touched his hair and said, "No problem."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It's just like nodding a hair."

"Shave your hair now."

Zheng Erbo took a dagger and started shaving his head.

With a few shaves, he shaved his head bald.

I also applied the remaining blood charcoal in my hand on Han Bin, and then wrapped a bandage around his wound.

After a busy period, most of Han Bin's wounds were finally treated.

At this time, Huang Ziran also came back with his men.

The six strong men who came back with him were obviously leather door and door hanging men.

Pimen sells wild herbs.

For example, the sellers of powerful pills and dog-skin plasters are often proficient in martial arts, and they perform a few rounds of martial arts when selling the medicines to attract attention.

Guamen originally made a living by performing martial arts.

Such as breaking a stone on the chest, stabbing the throat with a steel gun, etc.

People from these two schools have one thing in common: they are strong.

They have strong bodies and arms, and they are all very powerful.

Perfect for helping to carry people.

The six people walked over and glanced at Han Bin, who was lying on the ground wrapped like a mummy, and all showed an expression of disgust.

"Let him die here, so we don't have to bother carrying him."

"That's right. Walking at night is difficult, and I have to take the trouble to serve this useless son-in-law..."

Seeing that their words were getting more and more unpleasant, I quickly took out my Golden Monkey cigarettes and gave each of them a cigarette.

"Smoke, smoke."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Let's do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

After saying that, I stuffed the remaining half of the box of cigarettes into the leader's pocket.

The leader squeezed the half-filled box of cigarettes in his pocket and smiled cordially.

He patted my shoulder and said, "Okay, brother."

"There will definitely be a future for it."

"I'll do you a favor for your sake."

I quickly clasped my hands together and bowed, "Thank you very much."

They were quick and agile, and quickly made a simple stretcher using two long sticks.

He lifted Han Bin up and walked briskly.

I followed closely beside the stretcher and observed Han Bin's condition from time to time.

Huang Ziran and Zheng Erbo fell behind, muttering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about.

After rushing and hurrying, we finally arrived at Zhifangtou Village before dawn.

We stopped at the entrance of the village and were about to take a break when a cold wind blew past.

The cold wind made me shiver all over.

Along the way, I heard the buzzing of mosquitoes many times.

Standing at the entrance of Zhifangtou Village, it is so quiet that only the sound of the wind can be heard.

It seems like mosquitoes have disappeared from the area.

This is too abnormal!

The village was also very quiet, without any sound at all.

This is even more wrong!

Logically speaking, Old Man Qin and his companions should have already entered the village.

With so many people settling down in the village for food and lodging, there should be some movement.

The six strong men who took turns carrying the stretcher also frowned.

"Why do you feel so scared?"

"I have goosebumps and my heart is crawling!"

"It doesn't feel like walking into a village, it feels more like walking into a cemetery..."

It seems they all feel the same as I do.

Huang Ziran and Zheng Erbo walked over with serious expressions.

I asked them, "Something seems amiss in Zhifangtou Village."

"Should we go in together, or should we send two people in to look for Old Man Qin first?"

Going in together and sending someone in first each have their pros and cons.

It’s hard to say which solution is better.

But right now, they have the longest status, age and experience, so we have to ask their opinions on the next step.

Uncle Zheng frowned and said, "The more we divide ourselves, the fewer people there will be. It's better for us to be together."

"Besides, we are all grown men, and the yang energy is strong when we get together."

"Even if there really is something evil, there's no need to be afraid."

The six strong men immediately nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, our Yang energy is definitely strong."

"If you ask me, be brave, there's nothing to be afraid of when we go into the village together!"

"Even if there is a ghost, it wouldn't dare to attack so many of us!"

As they talked, they became bolder.

I think that with the man's yang energy, evil spirits can definitely be driven away.

Huang Ziran took a deep breath.

He waved his hand vigorously and said, "Enter the village!"

We surrounded Han Bin on the stretcher and walked towards the village with big strides.

The twenty-meter dirt road leading into the village soon came to an end.

The wide threshing ground and villagers' houses come into view clearly.

Strangely, the threshing ground was empty.

There is no such thing as the big mourning shed that Han Bin’s father-in-law mentioned!

Could it be that what Han Bin said before about what his father-in-law saw when he came to Zhifangtou Village was all fabricated?

I looked at Han Bin with doubts.

But he saw Han Bin staring at the threshing ground with his mouth wide open, a look of surprise on his face.

It seemed that he was also shocked by the empty threshing ground.

Could it be that his father-in-law was making it up?

As I was secretly guessing, Han Bin looked at me in a panic.

He looked anxious and wanted to explain.

But he opened and closed his mouth several times, but didn't say a word.

I don't think now is the time to talk.

So she waved her hand gently, signaling him not to speak for the time being.

Han Bin closed his mouth with a bitter face.

And my eyes turned to the threshing ground again.

This look led to a new discovery.

There were holes as thick as fingers on the compacted ground of the threshing ground.

And there is a hole every two meters or so.

This is most likely a hole dug for building a mourning shed, used to insert the mourning shed's keel support!

This discovery solved the previous doubts.

That means Han Bin's father-in-law did not lie.

But it gave me new doubts.

Where did the mourning tent that was set up here go?

It stands to reason.

After the mourning shed is set up and the body and the spirit tablet are placed inside, the family will keep vigil for three, five, or seven days according to local customs.

During the wake, some family members will invite performances by opera troupes to make the funeral grand and prestigious.

After the wake period is over, the funeral and burial will be carried out according to local customs.

Usually during this process, the location of the mourning tent will not change.

While I was thinking about this, I didn't stop walking.

Follow Huang Ziran and the others into Zhifangtou Village.

The doors of every household in the village were closed, and the whole village was deathly silent.

Huang Ziran stopped unconsciously and asked: "Why doesn't anyone hang white paper lanterns?"

"Yes, people in families where someone has died should hang white paper lanterns."

"I don't seem to see any mourning shed set up outside the village. Could it be that the mourning shed is set up at home?"

As everyone was talking in low voices, they heard the sound of a gong coming from the village.

clang!

The sudden sound of the gong gave me a startle.

Before I could calm down, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.

I was startled and quickly turned my head to look back.

But I saw a bloody head without human skin, with its mouth wide open, biting towards me!