Time passed very quickly, and it was winter in a blink of an eye. As the saying goes, "a hundred days of muscle-breaking" I lay on the bed at home for a full hundred days, and read the newspaper when I was bored.

Until one day, I still can't forget that day. It was early November. I had read all the newspapers at home that day. I didn't feel that it was interesting, so I decided to get out of bed and walk a few steps to try. My legs and feet were still weak.

neat.

When I walked to the wooden table in my house, I saw a gray cloth package on the wooden table. This package was given to me by my grandfather when he was still alive. He did not say what it was or whether it was there.

What's the use? It just tells me not to open it unless absolutely necessary.

People's curiosity always prompts people to want to explore, and my curiosity is even stronger than that of ordinary people. Sitting on the stool, I took the gray cloth in my hand and opened it. There were only a dozen shabby pages inside.

paper and a brown notepad, but nothing else.

Seeing these things, I couldn't help but wonder. When my grandfather gave them to me, he only said not to open them unless absolutely necessary. What use could these pages of paper and a notepad have?

I took a look at the worn paper and found that I couldn't understand any of the words on it. None of them looked like Chinese characters. It made my head look as big as three heads, so I picked up the brown notepad and opened it.

On the first page, it says Han Gengyan, July 1953. This was obviously written by my grandfather before I was born.

I turned to the second page, and it turned out to be the story that my grandfather told me before about robbing a tomb in an unknown mountain, and losing forty-seven lives in exchange for a green gun bag of no use.

, and what is written here is very different from what grandpa and I talked about.

I flipped through more than a dozen pages and found that what was written above were all the underground things that my grandfather had experienced. The things in them were all very shocking, because now the four old things have been destroyed. If I make this notebook public,

If I were still alive, I'm afraid I would be criticized and then shot, because the things recorded in this are really shocking.

I carefully read every word on it, and when I was two-thirds of the way through the entire notebook, I realized that the content was no longer the events recorded in the form of a diary.

It only says, "It took more than ten years to finally translate the text on the fragments of the book bag into a translation. There are too many secrets recorded in it. It must have been that the other two people also translated the text on the fragments into a translation, so we cut off contact with them."

Never meet again alive or dead, remember this.' Seeing this, I remembered that my grandfather followed the army when he robbed the tomb. Except for my grandfather, the last three people who survived were the Taoists who later became Banshan Taoists.

Experts in reverse fighting, the book bag originally found from the mountain tomb was also divided into three parts.

Immediately, I turned to the next page. After reading a few words, I gasped, holy shit! What did grandpa steal? Does this really exist?

I saw that it said Shui Yue, Taoist name Fa Yan, Master Kong Ming. Everyone knows Kong Ming, that is Zhuge Liang, a legendary figure, but no one knows who Zhuge Liang’s master is, but in this translation

It actually says that it contains information about Master Zhuge Liang, which makes me feel so unbelievable.

Then I looked at the bottom of the book. Apart from Shuiyue's name and disciples, there were very few life stories recorded.

I yawned and was about to turn to the next page. I didn't want to spend any more time researching on this person who didn't know whether he existed or not. Just when I was about to turn the page, I suddenly saw the last line that said '

After seeing these two words "Tomb Site", I became energetic and immediately turned to the next page.

The words on it are densely packed, and it seems that the handwriting is all grandpa's. I must have been very careful when he asked someone to translate the contents of these pieces of paper in his hand, and finally put them together on the paper.

I looked at the content on the paper carefully. The address written on it did not exist now. Each region was called differently in the dynasty at that time. Looking at the word "Shu" on it, I couldn't help but study it. Originally,

I don’t like studying history. When I was in school, I didn’t take history classes at all. For this reason, I was often lectured by my parents and teachers.

Looking at the word Shu in front of me, I couldn't help but feel worried. After a while, I thought that in ancient times, Bashu was divided into Ba and Shu. The western and central areas of the basin were called Shu, and the eastern part of the basin (commonly known as East Sichuan)

It is called Ba, and the entire basin together with the surrounding areas is also commonly known as Shu.

It turns out that the location of this tomb should be in Sichuan. After looking around again, I suddenly had an idea in my mind, that is, it is an inverted bucket, yes! It is an inverted bucket.

When it comes to ghosts and monsters, I don't know anything about them, but when it comes to fighting, my grandfather has taught me almost everything he knows, and it's these crafts that have given me confidence.

Just when I was thinking about it, I heard a "bang" sound coming from the window. I was right next to the window. I looked up at the window. I don't know if I don't look at it. I looked up,
Chapter completed!