Chapter 112
I said with a grimace that I had just drank water and now I had no urine. I was a little embarrassed and asked Sister Hong what she meant.
She shook her head and said: "Yunfeng, I suspect that this place is not an abandoned burial pit. The victims should have been made into bean holes and cast into these walls."
Seeing my doubts, Sister Hong took a deep breath and explained: "It's just a guess now. You might be able to tell if you pee on the wall later. I've seen this happen once before. The bean hole was stuffed in the bean hole during the Shang, Zhou and Warring States periods. After the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was called Soul Burial Pillar, but now people call it Driving Life Pillar."
"Driving raw piles?"
I know what Sister Hong said. This phenomenon still exists, but it is rare.
The so-called driving piles is actually an extremely evil and terrifying construction method passed down from ancient times.
In ancient times, due to underdeveloped engineering technology, people often died in accidents during the construction of many large-scale projects. The ancients did not know the reason, so they regarded it as punishment from ghosts and gods and the revenge of resentful spirits. Therefore, in order to appease the anger of ghosts and gods and drive away lingering resentments, Household owners would bury people (especially children) alive under the foundation of a building to ensure the successful completion of the house.
The person buried alive is called a "shengzhu" and will stay here for thousands of years after his death. He will never be able to stand up or be reincarnated.
Regarding this matter, there is a saying in the Dharma today that people will die if they build a bridge. If you don't believe it, you can read the history of bridge construction. It is said that a certain famous bridge project was decided at that time, and the tolerable range was within fifty people's death.
Also, the Haizhu Bridge was built in the 1930s. It is said that when the bridge was first built, people walking on the bridge at night could often hear the cries of men and women behind them, but when they looked back, there was nothing there.
When it was decided to build the Haizhu Bridge, the warlord Chen Jitang was in charge of Guangzhou at that time. This man was extremely superstitious about all kinds of magic and alchemists. Whenever he encountered any situation, no matter how big or small, he would first divine good or bad luck. His family has more than a dozen Taoist priests who tell fortunes, and he doesn't know if those Taoist priests are really capable.
Therefore, there are often rumors among the people afterwards that Chen Jitang buried many mentally retarded fools, both men and women, in the concrete foundation of Haizhu Bridge. These fools were used to drive piles.
Sister Hong said that this kind of passed down magic has an evolution process, and it was first called Douyu.
After waiting for less than an hour, I felt the urge to pee, so I asked Sister Hong where she wanted me to pee.
Sister Hong pointed at the wall and said: "This middle piece, pee higher." She said that children's urine and vinegar are acidic and can make Sanhe soil soft. I didn't know whether it was true or not, so I did as she said.
I did this a lot when I was in school. At that time, there was a wall between the men's and women's toilets in the school. If there were naughty boys in our class, they would pinch the wall and push it up high, just like a high-pressure water gun. They often end up with screams and abuse from the women's restroom next door. Afterwards, he would yell loudly at the wall: "What's wrong, you don't accept it? I'm sure you guys will pee here!"
There is a joking saying that back then, when the wind was blowing, my shoes were wet, but now my shoes are wet when the wind blows. This is a joke to make fun of a man who has grown older.
I was in my prime. After Sister Hong retreated, I looked at the Sanhe earth and stone wall in front of me and started to release water. The water rose higher and higher like a fountain, which stunned Researcher An behind me.
However, after three minutes of soaking in urine, the Sanhe soil did indeed seem to soften.
Sister Hong's face lit up when she saw this. She spotted a spot and started hitting it with sharp rocks.
A lot of gray leather and mud began to fall down, and a small hole was made in the wall by Sister Hong.
However, the good times did not last long. Soon, the Sanhe soil inside became too hard to be smashed. Sister Hong was sweating. She turned to me panting and said, "Yunfeng, we have a chance to escape."
"But it's all up to you."
"ah?"
"No way," I don't know how thick these three-in-one earthen walls are. There may be victims buried in the walls. If this is really the case...
How can I have so much baby urine? How many ladles of water do I have to drink!
I am a human being, not a water truck.
