Chapter 15 A Long Light

The faint blue light is emitting faintly, and a string of small flames hanging in mid-air is burning and lighting quietly. Above the beam is a bucket arch roof.

The light can be projected up and down. The lamp hung quietly in the air.

We walked to the shadow of the firelight and looked up at the lamp, feeling uncomfortable all over.

I asked, "Do you two know what this is?"

Fat Ma shook his head.

The clay man said, "I once heard that this seems to be called a 'ghost lamp', which is used to intimidate and suppress evil things. In the past, when Maoshan Taoist priests went down the mountain to collect ghosts, they had to light such a lamp in advance. After they subdued and sealed them in the jar, they also had to light a lamp on the seal of the jar, and they were not allowed to go out on certain days, so they often let their apprentices add oil and keep the lamp from being extinguished until a certain day. Extinguish."

After listening to the words of the clay figurine, I also thought of a story that my grandfather told me, saying that during the anti-Japanese period, there was a Tufuzi in Changsha who had done a separate business. When the coffin was opened, there was actually a light in it. Although the Tufuzi was a little scared, he relied on his courage to turn off the light, and At the moment when the flames went out, something strange happened. Tufuzi seemed to lose his mind, climbed into the coffin, and then covered the coffin. So far there was no news. After I finished speaking, he added, "He must be dead."

Fat Ma asked, "Sun, didn't you say that there was only one person going to the ground? So how did your grandfather know about this?

With Ma Pangzi's reminder, it's really the case, but I don't know how my grandfather knew it. I replied to Ma Pangzi, "If there is a chance to take you to see my grandfather."

Fat Ma smiled and said, "I will definitely visit the old man if I have a chance."

Suddenly, the clay figurine coughed a few times and listened to the sound, as if something was stuck in his throat.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

The clay figurine's face didn't look good. After a while, he said, "I've been hanging out with you recently. I didn't pay attention to avoiding food. My nose is a little bad!"

Fat Ma gathered his fat face and looked at the mud man: "It's none of our business."

Mud man said, "You know, we go to the ground like doctors. Of course, if you want to smell it, you have to avoid a lot and pay special attention to diet."

Fat Ma listened to what the clay figurine said and no longer argued.

Suddenly, Fatty Ma's eyes flashed with a light and came forward to say to the mud, "Since you want to avoid so much, give me the smoke in your pocket," he said with a few smiles.

The clay man replied three words: "Get out of here."

Fat Ma said again, "If you don't do business, you can give me one first." Finally, the clay figurine was entangled by Fat Ma and had no choice but to give Fatty Ma a cigarette.

I also think what Fatty Ma said is reasonable and said, "Since you can't smoke, why don't you be a smooth person?"

The clay figurine was laughed by us and said, "You two!"

Fat Ma and I both laughed. Fatty Ma came forward and held my hand and said, "Comrade!"

"No more, let's get serious first," I reminded them.

There is still such a thing hanging quietly above our heads. According to what the clay figurine and I said, this lamp must not be extinguished. If we are extinguished, we may have a disaster.

There is obviously a closed stone door directly behind this tomb. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little relieved. There is finally a way out.

Fat Ma has begun to search.

I subconsciously looked up at the ghost lamp above my head and reminded them to move less.

Now only the three of us have Fatty Ma with lighting tools, so we move with Fatty Ma. This tomb seems to be quite large, but it must be much smaller than the previous tomb.

With the searchlight on Fatty Ma's head, there was a stone-carved windmill, which immediately attracted the attention of the three of us, almost one meter high.

The invention of ancient windmills was generally used for farmland irrigation and water conservancy projects.

"This should also be a funeral gift!" Mud man.

Fat Ma was a little dissatisfied and said, "What kind of funeral goods are these? You can't carry them out for money."

"Not all funeral items can be exchanged for money," I said.

Fat Ma said, "In my cognitive range, valuable things can be regarded as funerary objects."

I was speechless for a moment. Fatty Ma is rough, but his words are true!

There is a rectangular sink carved with stones next to the windmill. I guess this should be a model made according to reality.

"What's the point of this," Fatty Ma said. We ignored him, and it was difficult for him to leave, because he was the only one with lighting tools. When he was bored, he put his hand on the windmill, pressed the weight of his whole body on it, and hummed the song.

The clay figurine and I are looking at this wind vent carefully. Look here, the clay figurine. My eyes moved away, like a handbrake.

I put my hand on it and it can move. I moved slowly.

The next second, with Ma Fatty's click, he jumped away with Ma Fatty's ghost. Ma Fatty shouted, "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

I took a look and saw that the windmill actually moved.

I told Fatty Ma the reason, and Fatty Ma calmed down. Fatty Ma also became interested and began to work with us.

My hand stopped and the rotation of the windmill stopped.

Fat Ma urged, "Sun, don't stop!"

I then moved the hand brake down, and the windmill slowly turned leisurely, with a click sound.

It's hard for the windmill to turn. I feel that as long as I let go of my hand, it will immediately bounce back. And it's a little difficult to push down. I'm a little tired because my hand was injured before.

Fat Ma saw my condition, touched my hand, pushed it hard, and pushed it directly to the end.

The windmill paused for a moment, and then turned around crazily. The three of us were caught off guard by this sudden situation and retreated one after another.

A strong wind blew our clothes and hunting.

I'm surprised that the speed of the windmill is almost impossible for us to see its outline.

Suddenly, a more incredible scene appeared, and there was water slowly in the sink, "Evil door!" I can't bear to say. The 'ghost lamp' above his head also began to shake, and the shadow on the ground also floated.

"It's not good! Hurry up and turn it off! This is simply a sluice!" I reminded. After saying that, the clay man rushed forward and pulled his hands hard to pull the sluice back, but he was obviously not strong enough.

At this time, I looked up and saw that the 'ghost lamp' flame on top of my eyes suddenly rose so high that it was about to go out.

Fat Ma also joined the camp, the sluice was closed, the windmill stopped turning, and the flame gradually returned to normal.

We are all relieved.

The water in the stone trough has overflowed a little. Fatty Ma scolded, "Mom, where did this water come from?"

I'm also puzzled. Obviously, it's a dry place. Why did water suddenly come out?

"Maybe the problem is in the stone trough," said the clay figurine.

Following the mud man's words, I put my hand into the stone trough and touched another Angle in the stone trough, which can be pressed.

I nodded, indicating that the mud man's analysis was correct.

In order to avoid similar situations again, we stayed away from the windmill.

The clear range of Ma Fatty's searchlight should be three or four meters. Beyond this range, it is a little blurred.

The flame of the 'ghost lamp' is no longer as stable as when we first came in, swinging at some point.

This place can't stay! I have a hunch that something might happen.

The floor of the tomb is not flat, but slanted.

Fat Ma's light on the ground can faintly see scratches on the ground, which may be caused by dragging some heavy object.

I took a few more steps, and I always stared at the ground. Suddenly, I saw blood stains. But it has dried up and turned black.

I touched the pen holder in my pocket again, which seemed to have some connection.

Fat Ma looked at me squatting on the ground and asked me, "What's wrong, Sun."

I shook my head and stood up.