According to common sense, if it is not distilled wine, the longer it is kept, the more the alcohol will evaporate. Not to mention rice wine, which has a low alcohol content. Even if it is covered with a lid, if you look at it after decades of storage, it will be as bland as water and have no taste at all.
But the wine in the soul warehouse was different. I even suspected that it was not wine at all.
Chen Jiansheng is an old drunkard. He scooped it up with his hands and tasted a little bit. He immediately showed his drunkenness, talked loudly, and his face turned red.
"Chen Tugong, are you okay? Can you still walk?" I saw that he was unsteady and helped him. .
"Yes! Why not!"
"Good wine! Really good wine! Enough!" He blushed and spoke with a loud tongue.
"It's really two hundred and five," Sister Hong rolled her eyes and cursed.
Chen Jiansheng held the soul warehouse with both hands and walked forward with one unsteady step.
"Let's go, let's go. I'm not drunk. This wine... I want to take this wine out and sell it for 100,000 a drop!"
Unable to defeat him, I said, Chen Tugong, please pay attention to the road and don't fall.
There is a small road to the northwest of the sacrificial pit, which leads to the cave. This is the only road. It seems that it was built by people back then. We don't know where this small road will lead, but we just saw that those things entered from here.
Chen Jiansheng was swaying, holding his Huncang wine jar and walking in front. Sister Hong and I followed him.
This path looks flat from the outside, but begins to slope after walking a few dozen meters.
I was overjoyed. I thought this was a good sign because it was an uphill road and it was possible to walk up to it.
suddenly.
"Zhizhi, zhizhi," many monkey-like sounds came from all directions.
Don't know where it came from.
In front of us, that pile of things appeared...
It's those little mandrills with hats on.
They stopped in the middle of the road and screamed at the three of us, each holding a stone the size of a child's fist.
Sister Hong and I were shocked by the battle in front of us, and subconsciously began to retreat.
There is a saying that goes, if the enemy cannot move, I cannot move.
After all, this kind of animal belongs to the primate class. Whenever we move, we show timidity in their eyes.
"Sister Hong, be careful!"
In an instant, a stone hit her on the head.
Sister Hong reacted quickly. She twisted her neck in a flash, and the fist-sized stone rubbed her hair and hit the wall with a bang. The stone split into two, showing that this move was very powerful. If it were Being hit on the head like this, the brains would splatter out on the spot!
"Exit first!" Sister Hong immediately realized how dangerous the situation was.
"Let's go!" I dragged Chen Jiansheng who was in a daze and ran outside. Almost at the same time, a lot of gravel was thrown at me, and I accidentally got hit on my arm, which caused me to sweat on my forehead from the pain.
After exiting, those things did not come out for the time being.
Seeing that my arm was bleeding, Sister Hong quickly asked me how I was doing and if it hurt.
It must hurt... But I covered my arm and held on and said, "It's okay. The skin is injured and the bones should be fine." I tried to lift it, but I couldn't use my left arm at all. It hurt. At that time, I guessed that it must be a fracture...
"I blame you!" Sister Hong glared at Chen Jiansheng: "You said you had nothing to do, why did you use that broken urine jar! Just such a delay, something happened!"
Chen Jiansheng's face was still red. He didn't know whether it was the effect of the wine or what Sister Hong said.
He shook his head and cursed: "One, it's just a bunch of hairy monkeys. Give me the knife and I'll stab them all to death!"
"No, Chen Tugong, please don't be impulsive," I endured the pain and said, "Don't underestimate these beasts. If you do that, you will die."
This uphill path is most likely the only way up, but we found it after so much effort, but couldn't go up because of a group of beasts, not to mention how frustrated we felt.
It would be nice to have a gun. If you had that kind of guy in your hand at that time, you could just hit him with one shot and you would be sure to turn them all into a hornet's nest.
Let's discuss it together, discuss how to solve these things, and find a way out.
Sister Hong came up with an idea. She said that one person could go in first to attract the attention of these things and draw them away. In this way, the remaining two people could pass safely as long as they were not discovered.
Without breaking the bank, according to the current situation, this is indeed a solution, but the question then arises, who is going to do this?
Sister Hong looked directly at Chen Jiansheng.
"Go, you have the biggest responsibility when things happen like this." Sister Hong said with a cold face.
I thought Chen Jiansheng would argue, after all, if this thing goes wrong, people will die. Unexpectedly, he lowered his head.
"Okay, then let me go and you guys hide in the back."
He didn't argue and agreed so quickly, Sister Hong was obviously taken aback.
As if he had sobered up, Chen Jiansheng cupped his hands and said, "Boy, Chen Logistics, let me tell you something. The cause of the incident is mine. If we were stoned to death, it wouldn't be unfair. But I also want you to know something. The thing is, I am not only a tomb robber, I am also a descendant of Pingmen Baichundian."
Sister Hong was stunned and said: "Bai Chundian, you said you are the successor of the Eight Small Sects?"
Chen Jiansheng nodded, "Yeah, I don't have any other intention, I just want to sign up."
I just learned the news and was a little surprised.
Many people now don’t know what these eight wickets are about.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, in addition to the Thousand Gates of tomb robbing and deception shops, and the Seven Gates of Yin that dealt with the dead, there were four main gates and eight small gates in the folk world.
Wind, horse, wild goose, bird, four gates.
Gold, skin, color, hanging, comment, tuan, tune, willow, eight small doors.
This includes those who sell plasters, knives, steamed stuffed buns, jugglers, storytellers, fortune tellers, people who sell bug medicine and eye drops, people who sell knives on credit, and people who break big rocks on their chests and practice qigong. They are quite famous now. Wang Mazi Scissors and Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop, their descendants are the insiders of the original eight small doors.
Chen Jiansheng said that he is the descendant of the old man Bai Chundian of the Eight Small Sects, so he is a storyteller. There are many rumors in the industry about Bai Chundian. One of the more famous ones is that Mr. Bai can tell ghost stories.
Folk ghost stories are the same as ghost plays, the audience is not human. In the old society of the past, when someone died, the head of the family would often ask someone to sing ghost plays and read ghost stories. The nature of this matter is the same as hiring a song and dance troupe for free now.
Tell it to ghosts. Sing to the ghosts. Make a good connection in the underworld.
Bai Chundian is such a person.
Unexpectedly, the plain-looking Chen Jiansheng had such an identity.
Chen Jiansheng chuckled and said: "I'm sorry, Chen Logistics. After all, our two factions do not bow their heads. My name is not Chen Jiansheng. My name is actually Bai Jiansheng."
"If I don't reveal my identity, I will die. It will be very miserable. But no matter how miserable I am, I am still a member of the Eight Sects after all. It's better to spread the news."
"Bai Jiansheng, a member of Spring Dianping, died in Moth Mountain, Shunde."
"If the news spreads, we will die with our names."
