I looked down and saw that he really hadn't lied to me. There was indeed a piece of Ah Chen's jeans on the ground.
Although the old man was reluctant, he still gave an opinion: "Don't look at it, there is no animal trap at all."
"How do you know this?"
He pointed to the muddy ground: "There are iron chains attached to the back of the animal trap. The iron chains must be buried in the ground. Do you see any traces on the ground?"
At this moment, Wang Dali suddenly ran from a distance: "Achen is still there, very safe!"
This answer is undoubtedly a reassurance. Although I know there is something fishy in this matter, the fact that Ah Chen is safe now is everything I want.
"Why."
I looked at the dense jungle and felt an inexplicable fear.
These lifeless trees look like man-eating monsters at this moment. Even though they are silent, they still make people panic.
Without much hesitation, I took the lead and turned around.
After stumbling for a while, we finally arrived at the mountain col.
The old village chief pointed to the end of the mountain col and said, "That's it."
"Fuck."
I looked in the direction of his finger and took a breath: "Did you remember correctly?"
"I was the one who buried it back then, how could I be wrong?"
The mountain col is originally long and narrow, and it is a low-lying area, but it happened to have a hill on the low-lying land.
In Feng Shui, this thing is called the golden turtle looking at the sea.
If a Yangzhai is built, it will be a treasure of Feng Shui for the descendants of Fuze. Within three generations, a rich man will be born.
But if it is built as a haunted house, I'm sorry to say, it will become a bastard's block, a serious haunted house.
I looked back at Dali: "Did you bring the shovel?"
"Here it is!"
I looked in front of me and said, "Dig it."
"This method of yours has been used by others before."
The old village chief still looked contemptuous: "The person I invited before was the old abbot of Beihai Temple. I don't believe that you are more capable than that old monk."
I didn't refute, I just asked, "When he comes, the sky should be clear, right?"
"Haha." He chuckled a few times: "When the sun reaches the sky, the old abbot also runs away."
I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the door latch: "Who said catching ghosts has to be during the day?"
I can understand the disdain of the old village chief.
In this case, then make it and show it to him.
Wang Dali followed me and started swinging the shovel when the tortoise blocked the shot.
They originally built the tomb with yellow mud mixed with black soil, and the rain was now heavy. Wang Dali rounded his arms and shoveled down, and the bottom of the tomb was already seen.
The yellow and green turbid liquid seeped out along the cracks and floated away with the rain.
Even so, Wang Dali still couldn't hold back, turned around and vomited.
The small grave, which was about a foot wide, exuded an indescribable stench, like the smell of rotten teeth left in the mouth after not brushing for three days.
However, this smell was amplified countless times.
Looking at the scattered bones, I could no longer tell the owner. The skulls of two small and three large could attest to the number of them.
I turned to look at the old village chief: "Uncle, there were five people in total who came to the village to ask for help, right?"
After getting his affirmative answer, I felt confident.
I took a few steps back and dropped my knees heavily. Without saying anything, I kowtowed three times.
"I wanted to save you, but I can't do anything about it now. It's my duty, don't blame me!"
After saying that, I raised my hand and inserted the door latch on the top of the grave bag.
The door latch used in a bungalow is equivalent to a large safety lock. It is made of wrist-thick cast iron and can reach the top of my thigh.
I turned around and gave Wang Dali a look: "Get back."
He turned his head, covering his stomach with one hand and wiping his red eyes with the other.
"Is this the end?"
"It will be over in half an hour at most."
After saying that, I took Wang Dali and the village chief and quickly retreated to the lowest place.
Now the entire mountain is dark gray, and not far away there is a thick black cloud moving from west to east. The difference can be seen at a glance.
Not only are the clouds darker, they also look thicker.
This is not a cumulonimbus, but a thundercloud.
This is what I've been waiting for!
