These three floors are filled with wooden stakes, and it is really a big deal to have all the corpses inside come out. It seems that we must not stay here for a moment. We walked up the stairs and went up the tomb room. There were no coffins, mummies and other headaches, but some funeral objects were placed scattered.

"What kind of damn leader, so poor! The funeral belongings are just a little bit, it seems that it is not as rich as the village chief in my hometown." Dunzi held a ragged rotten crock pot in his hand, and then fell directly to the ground. "Is it obviously angering me? I came here in a lot of difficulties and dangers. Before the wolf bit his butt, do you think it's easy for me? You, the son of a turtle, have left me a few broken pots."

"There are four layers above, and the valuable ones may be on it. Besides, we are not here to make money." I persuaded Dunzi.

When Dunzi heard that there might be oil and water on the lower floor, he shone in his eyes, "Let's go, what's the point!" After that, Dunzi walked towards the wooden ladder on the upper floor.

Because we were worried about the tolerance of the wooden ladder, we still chose to go up one by one. Behind me, watching the background disappear at the corner of the wooden ladder, I carefully stepped on the wooden ladder leading upstairs, accompanied by the "creaking" sound of the wooden ladder under my feet. Soon I reached the first bend of the wooden ladder. After turning the bend, I continued to climb up the creaking steps. Not long after, a third bend appeared in front of me, and I suddenly felt suspicious. After turning the bend, the wooden ladders in the front were all climbing more than ten steps and reaching the tomb. The ladders on this floor seemed a bit longer than the previous ones.

When the fourth and fifth turns appeared one by one, I felt that something might have happened. If we counted according to the height, I would at least have the sixth or seventh floor. However, now I was still on the wooden ladder last week. I climbed up and thought about the architectural styles of the ancients, and they paid a lot of attention. Could it be that somewhere or Feng Shui was particularly particular, they did not directly practice the fifth, sixth, seventh floors, and the wooden ladder led directly to the eighth floor.

There are such customs in many places, such as the number thirteen, which is regarded as an unlucky number by some Western countries and nations, and is manifested everywhere. It is said that it seems to be related to the Christian Lord Jesus, the Lord of the Christian God they believe in. It may be due to Judah who betrayed Jesus, who is the thirteenth disciple of Jesus, so people feel disgusted with the "thirteen". Because Jesus' crucifixion was Friday, Westerners generally do not hold activities on the day of both the thirteenth and Friday. Even the house number, hotel room number, floor number, and banquet table number must avoid "thirteen". The original number of thirteen was replaced by some symbols and did not talk about the thirteenth.

Not only foreign countries, but some places in China are also more taboo about the Thirteenth. The origin of the thirteenth day of the first lunar month is a legend about taboo about the Thirteenth. It is said that in ancient Hebei, there was a rich man named Yang with thirteen sons. When his son grew up, Yang relied on his many sons to do evil and behaved in the countryside. God once warned him that if he continued to do evil, his son would be punished by God in the next year. But Yang's rich man did not enter the oil and salt and even boasted: "I have thirteen sons, one of them will die in a month, and I still have one son left to take care of him for the old age!" Unexpectedly, the second year was a leap month, and there was thirteen months a year! God's retribution was also fulfilled. Yang's rich man died a son in a month, and in the twelfth month, the last son also returned to the west. Since then, Chinese people have been more taboo about thirteen.

Thinking of this, I wondered whether this wooden ladder would be built in this way because of this reason, in order to avoid some numbers? Anyway, the tower layer is only at the height, and at most it is impossible to climb directly to the top of the tower. How they like to build it is their business. As one bend after another appeared, my heart became less and less, and my legs were obviously swelling and painful. I have forgotten how many bends I turned, but I can be sure that this height is enough to exceed eight floors, looking at the flickering candles,

I couldn't help but feel a little panicked. When I looked around, my mind was about to explode. The handrails on both sides of the wooden ladder were originally built close to the wall, but now there is no wall at all. Outside the handrails can swallow all the darkness. Through the gap between the wooden ladders, I looked down and it was still pitch black, as if the entire wooden ladder was suspended in mid-air. I just focused on climbing up, and didn't pay attention to the changes around me at all. The sudden discovery made my inner defense completely push again.

Confusion, anxiety, panic, and some reactions in my heart made cold sweat beads on my head unknowingly increase the frequency of beating. When I was in a state of urgency, a heavy thrust sound came from the top of the stairs. It seemed that it was a big guy, and he took out a saber and held it tightly in his hand. It was obvious that the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. I tried to adjust my emotions as much as possible. The more dangerous it was, the more I needed a calm brain. Although I could comfort myself in my heart, the trembling of my limbs had already shown the problem.

Listening to the sound, it seemed that I slowly left me again. I calmed down and thought, "By the way" Dunzi walked in front of me, would the sound just now be made by Dunzi? That guy's tonnage is not small, and I tentatively lowered my voice and shouted "Dunzi?" "Dunzi" to the front

"Qianzi? Is it you?" responded in front.

"Damn it, do you dare to say something when you walk in front? I thought the Dragon Boat Festival was celebrated again in front." I felt relieved when I heard Dunzi's voice

"How did I know you are following me? Don't talk nonsense. If you really give you a rice dumpling, we must have explained it." "Qianzi, this ladder is not right. My legs are so tired that I felt weak. I thought the ladder was designed to be more humane, so I sent it to the top floor. I knew I dug this for my buddy to make a hole." Even Dunzi saw the problem, and it seemed that it was really evil here.

"Dunzi, don't be anxious, stand there and don't move, wait for me, I'll come up now." I was extremely panicked, and when I could hear Duzi's voice, the person suddenly felt some comfort in his heart. He accelerated his pace and stepped on two steps with one foot. After a while, he turned three or four corners, but he still didn't see Duzi. The candle in his hand was directly extinguished with the last light rope burning to the bottom, accompanied by the air flow generated by the movement. The surroundings were pitch black, and the other candles were all in Shangyang bag. Without the company of the light, the surroundings could swallow all the darkness, which also brought a lot of fear to people's hearts. As the fear increased, the heart slowly increased its beating frequency.

"Dunzi, are you still here?" I asked in front as I walked, because being able to hear Duzi's voice was the greatest spiritual comfort for people.

"You are sick, aren't you? I've been sitting waiting for you. You ask me again and again, and you don't feel tired. Just climb up and see the candlelight, don't you see me?" Dunzi said impatiently.

"After I said oh, I continued to move forward." I cursed in my heart, "Damn it, I just want a little comfort, you don't want to give it to me." Fortunately, the voice was much closer, and I guess you could see the guy after passing at most three turns.

I gritted my teeth and touched the black. I turned four turns and didn't see Dunzi. I wondered if I would have walked through it, but when I looked back, I thought it wasn't right. Dunzi's body size was almost blocked by a staircase, and I didn't see the light. Will the sound be amplified because there was an echo indoors, and it felt very close and there was still a distance. With all kinds of questions, I continued to walk forward and passed two more turns. There was still a black in front of me who couldn't see his fingers. I felt that the problem seemed not as simple as I thought.

"Are you a snail? My butt is almost out of calluses when I sit anymore. Where are you?" Dunzi was a little impatient.

"You're calling a hammer, my legs are almost none of my own." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something was wrong there.

"I..." As soon as Dunzi spoke, I almost couldn't step on the steps and rolled down the stairs directly. My heart suddenly jumped to my mouth. The compact breathing rhythm made me feel that my brain was not oxygenated. Dunzi's voice just now actually came from behind me.

"Qianzi, are you okay?"

"You're talking fuckingly"

"You don't scare me like this darkness." Dunzi asked me anxiously and then.
Chapter completed!