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Chapter 161 Well Burial

"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve people!"

At this moment, Fang Zheng heard something happening at the door. Fang Zheng subconsciously tightened his muscles, held the hilt tightly, and was ready to exert force at any time. He turned his head and looked towards the door.

Just at this moment, a figure outside the door walked into the noisy wooden house.

The visitor was like the others in the house, wearing worker uniforms from the 1960s and 1970s, but he was taller and stronger, with a national face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a serious and majestic expression on his face.

Fang Zheng's eyes were revealed and he thought.

It seems that the twelfth person in front of him is the man who is suspected to be the captain or foreman in the second photo.

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at the photo frame hanging on the wooden wall. Sure enough, the man in the single photo looked the same as the man in front of him.

"Since the twelve people have arrived, what about the last one left?"

"That's the person who took the photo?"

As a result, there were only two photo frames on the wooden wall, but no third photo frame.

"One person is missing?"

“A missing photo frame?”

Fang Zheng frowned slightly, it was wrong!

If it is a photographer, the two photo frames hanging on the wall have many doubts and are illogical before they come to this place.

The person who took the photo must have arrived here.

And he also lived with the twelve miners in front of him for a long time and was very familiar with him.

But for some reason, the photographer did not appear in this rest room.

Fang Zheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

I thought to myself that the old man living alone in the village in front of me who died of illness on the bed, whose body was black and smelly but no one found it for several days, wouldn’t it be the photographer among the thirteenth person?

Otherwise, why did he secretly dig out such a hidden secret passage in his own dry well and lead directly to the three wooden houses in the Heixiazi Forest?

If this is the case, then everything makes sense.

Fang Zheng was like a bystander, looking at the memory replay in front of him, watching the miners who had been working all day long talking loudly, but he couldn't even understand a word from beginning to end.

This made Fang Zheng gradually lose his patience.

"The king of heaven covers the earth tiger?"

"Chang Wei beat Laifu?"

"Can't you really see me or hear me talking?"

Fang Zheng was thinking, and suddenly, he was about to lift his knife and slash at someone, but at this moment, the tall captain who had finally entered the house spoke.

It was actually a dialect similar to the local dialect of Zhou City, and Fang Zheng paused in his hand.

In that era, Mandarin was not yet fully popularized, and Mandarin was really popular all over the country around the millennium, so it was too early to become popular in the 1960s and 1970s.

Zhou City was just a small city decades ago.

"Li Fugui, where is that fake foreigner who came from a big city?"

This is the captain's original words translated by Fang Zheng after he thought a little.

After all, the time is too long, and Mandarin is now popular all over the country. Some authentic dialects are too seriously lost, so it is very good that Fang Zheng can barely understand them.

The man named Li Fugui is a man in his thirties who has a fluent mole on his eyebrows. He began to inquire about others around him, and he was in a dialect that Fang Zheng could not understand.

Fang Zheng guessed that these eleven ordinary miners should have been recruited from nearby villages, so he could not understand the dialects spoken by these villagers.

Soon, Li Fugui found out that he was speaking with a strong local accent. Fang Zheng was half guessing and half confused about the blind confusion of the front and back. Li Fugui roughly said: "Big Niu said that the fake foreigner went down into the ancient well again."

"When we dug out the dried and abandoned ancient well today, the fake foreigner was so excited that he kept muttering and nervous. These fake foreigners were really, weren't they just dug wells dug by ancient people? They just looked a little strange, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a tic toe, just like they had never seen anything left by our ancestors, as rare as if they had picked up some big treasure."

"Brother Ping Si, our team is the first team to dig out the Gujing that the fake foreigner is looking for. Do you think the fake foreigner will fulfill his promise?"

When Li Fugui said the last sentence, his face became more and more excited as he spoke, which was an irrepressible excitement.

Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom?

Like tic toe?

Fang Zheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Isn’t this the well burial of the ancient tombs?

It is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and it looks like an upside down horn. This is the place where the shade gathers!

Also known as the forbidden place!

It is a tomb that is used to bury something that is extremely evil, which is used to damage the Yinde. It is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. It means that you will suppress the bottom of the well forever, so that the resentment of the buried person will not be dissipated forever, and it will also make you unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation forever.

The ancients were superstitious about feudalism, believing that people could still make trouble after death, so they invented the trumpet urn, which was usually used to suppress extremely evil things or those who could not swallow their resentment, so as not to come out to seek revenge after death, and the family and dogs were uneasy. Some people deliberately used this well to suppress their enemies, hoping to suppress them, and they would never see the light of heaven and never be reincarnated.

If the ancients accidentally encountered such a burial with a narrow top and a wide bottom, they would hurry up and travel as far as they could.

No one knows what is buried below.

Resentment, evil spirit, yin energy... has been condensing under the coldest ground of the earth, and it is also unclear what kind of terrifying things will be formed.

The reason why Fang Zheng understands these is precisely because the world is undergoing unimaginable changes that ordinary people have, so he often takes the initiative to understand related knowledge.

With a history of five thousand years, the ancients established a complete set of people's after death.

If there is a place where the Yin gathers, there is a place where the Yin disperse it.

In the world, yin and yang are mutually generated and restrained, and all of them are like this.

The upper and wide bottom are horn urns, and the opening is small and the sun is not visible. It is a place where the Yin gathers, so it is changed to a place where the upper and narrow bottom are narrow, which is a place where the Yin is scattered.

Opening the mouth is conducive to the accumulation of yang energy and dissipation of yin energy, which is similar to the principle of a magnifying glass in life.

The older place where the gathering of Yin was a vertical shaft-style tomb that had appeared in the Shang Dynasty.

But now, the horn jar that was most taboo by the ancients and most afraid of being caught is not only dug out, but also people are not afraid of death and go into the shade. This is to use lanterns to go to the toilet, purely seeking death.

After hearing Li Fugui's words, the sturdy man named Ping Si seemed to have thought of something. The pair of Chuan-shaped eyebrows flicked together instantly and immediately shouted sternly: "Do you know what we dug out today? It's really nonsense!"

"In the middle of the night, I left the person alone in the well in the wilderness. If something happened to a fake foreigner, who would pay our family on time to pay the salary and food, why don't you bring the fake foreigner back quickly?"

However, Ping Si's voice had just fallen and rumbling!

With a huge explosion, even in the wooden house, people could clearly feel the wooden house shaking.

"Not good, something big happened!"

At this moment, all the twelve people in the room ran out huh.
Chapter completed!
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