China has had a tradition of thick burial since ancient times, from the prince to the king, down to the ascension of the small people, like to the side of the rare objects, with their own buried nine springs.

Therefore, all large goods and hard goods will be buried under nine layers of yellow soil!

For example, Qin Shihuang has a bone mirror, which can not only see the five organs of people, but also distinguish the loyalty of his subjects.

For example, Song Mingdi has a horn of the Yin soldiers, sounded during the war, and will invite the local government's female soldiers to help the war.

For example, Mingwuzong has a twilight cup, drink on the night of the full moon, and a long-legged beauty wearing muslin will appear in the cup.

These things are not only characterized as national treasures, but also the price on the black market is directly catching up with hundreds of millions.

Because of this, for thousands of years, I don't know how many tomb robbers have been looking for dragons to pay, just to find them, but eventually because of the existence of a group of treasure protectors, all the feathers have returned.

My story begins with these treasurers!

My name is Liu Changan, living in a special era, that era in response to the ten years to catch up with the United Kingdom and the United States, every family will be iron pot plows donated out of the big steel, eventually led to ten villages to come to nine villages, the people even eat a full meal is difficult.

But my family is all rice and green vegetables, and I can see it once a month!

For a long time, there was gossip, and the villagers said that my father did not work in agriculture and did not help workers, but he could exchange a large number of food tickets at home all day, and he must have done something that was unsatisfied.

I was not happy, but I couldn't say anything, because my father's behavior was indeed a little strange!

After my careful observation, I found that he had three problems, first, going out at night, sleeping during the day; second, every time he went out before he went out, there would be a creaking cunt in his room; and third, every time he came back, he would carry a heavy basket.

All this father is quietly carried out, for fear of being known by outsiders, even his own son me!

Once, I was so curious that while my father was sleeping during the day, he dug a small hole in the thick thumb with a cone, and the cat peeped there.

The night gradually came, and when the pointer fell at twelve o'clock, my father opened his eyes as if the body generally sat up from the bed.

This scene came so suddenly that I couldn’t help but quiver.

In the darkness, he lit a kerosene lamp and stooped to touch a shabby enamel cylinder from under the bed.

Although my father was with his back to me, I knew that the enamel tank should be fragrant meat, because he occasionally fished out a piece to put it into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, and I could even hear the teeth breaking the brittle bones and the sound of flesh.

At this time, I was very uncomfortable, and my father got up in the middle of the night every day, and he stole meat from me.

I also did not dare to find my father to say anything, only to sneak out of the cat every day, thinking that even if it is too addictive.After three or four days, I used to peep outside the cat, this time my father changed a copper basin, the meat piled up sharp, I saw the straight mouth water, really can not help but think about going in to order to eat.

But how do you know that my hand has not pushed the door open, my father inadvertently turned his body to me because of thirst.

This time, I sat on the ground, rolled back to my room, and shrunk in the quilt.

I see clearly, where is the meat in his hand?It was a human hand, half the size of my palm, with blood on it, and my father put it in his mouth and rattled it.

This year is not good, I have also heard of people eating people, but I think it is all about scaring children.Who knows not only that now, but also the father who is doing this, and he is clearly eating the baby girls who have been abandoned in the graveyard.

After about ten minutes, my father finally wiped his greasy mouth out of the door, and the door lock clawed my heart, but how could I not help but be curious, and the stupefying up and quietly followed my father.

My father carried a hoe, carrying a basket, holding a yellow kerosene lamp in his hand, sneaking directly out of the village, turning back from time to time, almost found me several times, I was not tall, and I was not found in the ditch on one side.

When my father came to the general ridge outside the village, my heart could not help but play drums.

General Ridge is a mountain in the middle of several villages, but the daily door, the village people would rather go around a circle than hit it, because the ridge is too evil!

Legend has it that there is an ancient tomb handed down from the Western Zhou period, buried with a general named Ji, and Jifa, Ji Dan is the same family, in the battlefield to be captivated, for the Western Zhou has made no small contribution.It is just that he is asexually tyrannical, and he organized a team called the Black Ling Army many times in his life for the sake of his life, digging the graves around and making complaints.

The death of the general surnamed Ji, it is rumored to be the master of the great earthquake, and was buried alive in the coffin when he returned triumph, or the loyal subordinates secretly dug out and rebuilt the mausoleum for him, which is now the tomb of the general.

The Ji surnamed general has a high prestige in the army, and the soldiers can not care how they come, only know that they can win the war with him, so after his death, thousands of black spirits were voluntarily buried.

Now this dense grave bun on the General Ridge is the burial pit of these black spirits army, and the tomb of General Ji surname is surrounded in the center like the stars and arches.

When the villagers were hungry, they did not have the idea of beating this tomb, but none of the people who had plowed the soil on the General Ridge had to live, whether they were crazy or maimed, and even the bodies could not be found, and it was said to have been eaten by the ridges on the ridge...

I couldn't help but retreat, but when I saw my father carrying the hoe, I also followed with a hard scalp.

General Ridge on the ghost Sensen, under the ridge can also hear a little insect chirping, but as if stepping into another world, quietly only heard their own gasping, even the land under the feet is soft.

He put down the basket and light on the well-known road of the lingzi father, and came to one of the funeral pits, and a few hoes went down and plowed out the white bone.

Then he took a saucer of dessert from the basket and laid it in front of the pit, and ordered three more incense, and respectfully kowtolen three heads.This took some of the green skin money scattered around the white bone into the basket, tightly held in the arms, and carefully swept to the left and right before leaving in a hurry.

As soon as I patted my head, my father was clearly changing food with the devil!

Our family's bookcase is full of many ancient wire books, all related to the feng shui and dragon veins, how can these books fall into the hands of a farmer who is honest with his father?I don't know.

I only know that there has been a folk tradition of changing food with ghosts in the north and south, that is, if you have to steal a tomb to feed your family, if you want to not wake up, you have to eat a pound of dead meat in advance to hold your own yang, so that Yuzi thinks that you are the same as the same.Then prepare three cedar, two or two green bean cakes, in exchange for funerary products, and can not take more at a time, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

This is the tiger mouth to take food for the sake of life, the wrong step is gone, I instantly understand where the rice at home comes from...

My mother died early, thinking of the sacrifice my father made for this family, I couldn’t help but wet my eyes and made up my mind to help my father.

At least you can't let him eat that disgusting dead meat every day, the burden at home should be borne by me!

The next day I made some preparations, and together with the two dogs, the best playmate on weekdays, went to General Ridge, and my father only touched it yesterday, and it certainly didn't come up today.

I can't see the money in those funeral pits, I think my father is a little silly, and I want to do it, so I can eat and drink for a few years.

So I set my eyes on the grave deep in the ridge!

There are a total of nine funerary pits around the main tomb, taking the meaning of 99 to one, I can't help but frown, this 99th is nothing more than hope that the tomb owner can be reincarnated, but generally will not be buried with a living person, only some tools to mean it.If you use people, it shows that the tomb owner has a tendency to change the body before entering the soil, so the suppression of slaves by suicide can be described as poisoning.

But this is convenient for me, 99 to the tomb of the main tomb door is not difficult to find, as long as you look at the nine funerary pits which of the smallest, it is near there, because it is afraid that the feng shui at the tomb door will collide with the main tomb.

I looked around and quickly determined the location, and greeted the two dogs and plucked them up.

Digging the pit this thing is difficult at the beginning, the more later the soil is looser and easier, I and the two dogs are busy for two or three hours, a shovel down will hear a croak!

“It has arrived!”I excitedly raised my hand and quickly shaved a few shovels, and a blue stone door about a meter wide suddenly appeared in sight.