Chapter 61 Five Dead and One Crazy

"Don't... don't..." In addition to saying "don't", Bi Sazhu doesn't know what to say. In fact, what he says is superfluous, because for a person who has suffered from serious mental disorders and has not been able to vent for a long time, everything is nonsense!

So, a classic family letter appeared.

"You said I would write." Zhang Shusheng said.

"Let's say that I'm making a fortune outside. You don't have to be bare ass." Psad said.

Zhang Shusheng laughed and said, "Brother, I'm not talking about you, vulgar, vulgar, and writing letters to your family. It doesn't matter whether the literary talent is important or not. The problem is that we still have to avoid some taboos, such as... For example, the ass you just mentioned.

"What the hell are you avoiding? I told my family that he understood this. What you said was literary. They didn't understand it at all. They thought I was lying to them."

Zhang Shusheng's next words completely reassured Bi Sazhu: Don't worry, they will definitely understand.

Zhang Shusheng wrote a classic family letter from what he had learned in his life, which was written from morning to evening.

No matter how well he writes, judging from this spirit of responsibility alone, he really moved Picasso.

"Good brother, I can't let you work for nothing. Come on, this is what you deserve!" With that, Pizhu took out a big ocean from her arms and threw it on the table.

Who knew that Zhang Shusheng really had a little backbone. He refused the backbone of the scholar.

"Do you look down on me?" Picasso was a little angry.

"You're wrong. You can ask me to write. It's enough to give me a lot of face for the Zhang family. If I want your money now, I can't talk about it!"

"Good brother!" Bi Sazhu patted Zhang Shusheng's thin shoulder.

Bi Sazhu walked to the door and suddenly came back: "Would you like to change your job?"

"A change of line?" Zhang Shusheng is a little confused.

"Yes, change your line!"

"I can write..."

"Whiring is very promising. The problem is..."

"The problem is that I can't write well. I'm not a material for calligraphy."

Bi Sazhu smiled, and Zhang Shusheng also smiled.

"What do you mean by changing your new job?"

"Making money, making a lot of money!" Picasso smiled mysteriously.

"What industry?"

"Fighting!"

"Inverted... Inverted fight?" Zhang Shusheng doesn't understand the secret words of the tomb robbery industry.

"If you are sincere, come to me at the land temple at the west entrance of the village tomorrow. I'll wait for you there." Picasso blinked and left.

The next day, Zhang Shusheng went, and the two of them didn't expect to get along.

This time, Zhang Shusheng looked at himself being selected to go into the rat hole. He didn't dare to come out, so he said to Jia Zhuangyuan, "Brother Zhuangyuan, if I can't come out, you have to find a ghost wife for me. Don't let me hit a bachelor!"

Jia Zhuangyuan thought it was funny, so he smiled and said, "Say, how many rooms do you want?"

Zhang Shusheng said honestly, "One room is enough!"

Jia Zhuangyuan touched his head and said, "Brother, I'll satisfy you. Go ahead, the Buddha will bless you!"

But you don't believe there are ghosts in the world, but Zhang Shusheng's words came true. After entering for a long time, there was no sound.

Jia Zhuangyuan's heart is about to jump out. Is Zhang Shusheng dead or alive?

Jia Zhuangyuan trembled for a long time, and an ominous foreboding accelerated his heartbeat.

He gritted his teeth, dragged a spaze and went in.

With the faint light, he touched the wall and walked in.

The desert is very hot and dry, but this is another world: cold, surprisingly cold; humid, you can feel the cold moisture rushing towards you.

Jia Zhuangyuan held the spaze in his hand tightly, but his eyes searched around. Suddenly, he tripped, stumbled and almost fell down. Hurry up and raise the lamp to have a look, a gourd - a human skull!

A bloody gas gradually floated over. To be precise, it should have gone directly into Jia Zhuangyuan's nose and dealt with Zongzi all day. Jia Zhuangyuan was too familiar with this kind of bloody gas. All kinds of foreboding told him: Zhang Shusheng fart! Glorious sacrifices to the glorious cause of inversion!

"After all, a scholar is a scholar. It's okay to write and draw. If you come here to talk about it, hum!" Jia Zhuangyuan sneered and woke himself up by the way: Be careful, it will be your turn next!

However, with a fluke mentality, he shouted inside, "Zhang Shusheng!"

The result was similar to what he imagined: there was no echo, and what finally reached his ear was the sound of his own broken duck.

The two damn mice must be looking at themselves with evil eyes and drilling in.

Jia Zhuangyuan, if you drill, you will be the end of Zhang!

This psychological hint comes too timely. It is best to stay a little sober before a person's mind is completely filled with blood.

He stepped back. In other words, he was going to change his method.

After coming out, Jia Zhuangyuan did not dare to take it lightly. Even outside the hole, one person dealt with two huge mice at the same time. Even if he did not die, he would have to be half-dead.

After thinking about it, there seems to be only one way: attack with fire.

This method is nothing for an old-fashioned inverted master.

So, a fire began to burn. At first, it didn't play much role, but the more it went, the more useful it was, because Jia Zhuangyuan heard the "squeak" sound of the mouse.

"You bastards, fuck your grandma!" Jia Zhuangyuan vented all his anger on the fire, and he threw firewood into the cave without listening.

However, the two mice were caught and waited to die without restraining their hands. Several times, they wanted to jump out of the fire, but they were probably worried about becoming "roast mice". After several times, they ran back to the hole.

After Jia Zhuangyuan saw it, he was even more proud.

So there was only one result: the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

The effect is significant and can be described by an idiom: immediate results.

It won't take long to hear the sound of the mouse. Jia Zhuangyuan probably saw his grandfather go, but he was still worried. He continued to burn for more than ten minutes before he was relieved.

Enter the hole to collect the corpses for the brothers? This is not a good way. If those two beasts are still alive, won't they put themselves in again?

In case, the two mice were not burned to death by the fire, but choked to death by smoke.

Jia Zhuangyuan knelt down in the direction of the mouth of the cave: Brothers, I, Jia Zhuangyuan, am ashamed, ashamed, I didn't go with you!

That's what the dead have grown up, and the living have to continue to live.

Jia Zhuangyuan decided to leave, not to the desert, but to go home...

However, there is a question that has been bothering him: Will these two mice be the worship objects of the legendary shamanism? Shamanism once occupied major religious positions in Tibet.

The theoretical foundation of shamanism is spiritualism, and it likes to worship nature and totem worship.

The object of worship is extremely wide, including various gods, animals and plants, as well as inanimate natural objects and natural phenomena. That is to say, mice can be gods. Therefore, in the ancient tombs of shamanic wizards commonly believed in Tibetan countries, there are likely to be mice in the funerary objects, at least in the murals. It's similar to keeping pets in the family, but it's much higher than the status of pets at home. In other words, they have become objects of worship, and they have been well taken care of.

Shamanism is likely to be the earliest religion in the world, which was founded earlier than Christianity, Buddhism and Islam. However, Christianity, Buddhism and Islam seem to be orthodox religions, while shamanism is just a small unsystematic religion, without religious organizations and specific founders, no The temple does not have unified and standardized religious rituals, so it has not become a big climate. In fact, the history of shamanism may be as long as the emergence of modern human beings, even before the birth of civilization, that is, when people still hunt with stone tools.

Wizards are specialized in shamanism. They are often passed on by word of mouth in the clan of this tribe and passed on from generation to generation. However, with the disintegration of the primitive commune and the emergence of class society, shamanism has been declining, and the upper classes of society have successively converted to Tibetan Buddhism, Christianity and Islam.

The problem is that among some ethnic minorities in China, shamanism still has a good market position. These two huge mice may be the object of worship provided by the landlord class, or, or they are used for burial after the death of the owner of the tomb, so that they can continue to worship after death.

In a word, Jia Zhuangyuan doesn't have time to consider this problem with a tedious religious history, but someone will study this problem.

When the sun was about to set, the story of Jia Zhuangyuan was also finished.

Indeed, it is a very sad story. Don't just look at the grave robbery industry getting rich overnight. They are lucky people. From ancient times to the present, there is no way to calculate the death in the grave robbery industry. Compared with the current high-risk industries such as the mining industry, this industry can be said to be more dangerous than the mining industry. I know that there are many organs in it. But I still have to go in.

When Fan Debiao saw that Jia Zhuangyuan did not make a statement, he couldn't wait and asked, "Elder Jia, what are you going to do?"

Jia Zhuangyuan obviously hasn't woken up from the horror of the terrible inversion incident. He just said, "Let's eat first. Anyway, it's not dark yet."

When Fan Debiao and Liu Dashou saw Jia Zhuangyuan's delaying the army, they were even more anxious and said, "We came so far to eat you two bowls of millet!"

Jia Zhuangyuan took a look at his wife, and his wife also stopped eating. Liu Da Shao's eyes were sharp. He could see that Jia Zhuangyuan was waiting for his wife's statement. There was no way. The married man must listen to his wife's opinions and suggestions on some things. On this point, Liu Dashao and Fan Debiao No one has the right to veto.

After coming here for a long time, the old woman sighed and said, "Lao Jia, you are crazy. Anyway, it's two juniors who have been cured. They are your savior. I have nothing to say here..." After saying that, she took a long breath.

Jia Zhuangyuan came to the truth and said, "I swore that I would wash my hands in my life and never step into the desert again, but I can't rest assured about the five brothers. At least they have a formal burial place. As long as they are buried, I will be willing to die in my life."