Chapter 3 Chen Yutou

But in his mind, he repeatedly recalled what happened in the mausoleum that night. He felt uneasy and almost had a trace of regret, but he had become a boat. Even if he wanted to repent now, he had no chance.

Three days after the time...

Many people rushed to his place as if they were going to make an appointment, and Chen Yutou's spirit has also recovered in the past few days. He kept his promise and promised to tell everyone what happened in the mausoleum.

Listen carefully! Just as we were immersed in this story, our grandfather said this, and we were shocked and reacted at the same time.

Next, we will talk about Chen Yutou's ability to watch the dishes. If we don't get involved in the dishes, the story will be boring.

Old man, talk about it quickly! Fat Ma couldn't wait to urge.

Grandfather laughed and cheered up and continued:

I have told you before, and I will not repeat this point. When Chen Yutou and everyone gathered together, they began to talk about what happened that night.

That night, Chen Yutou carried the box alone and went down to the mausoleum in the surprised eyes of everyone, and his nightmare began. The more sophisticated the skill is, the closer the thief hole is to the mausoleum, and the more powerful people can hit the yellow dragon directly. They can break through the the hole with a shovel and go down to the mausoleum, but after all, such people are a minority, and the first thing to find that this mausoleum is not an idle person. The thief hole he made is very close to the location of the tomb. However, there is still a distance away. Later, the people who went down did not make their own pits for convenience. First of all, there will be uncertain factors, such as the possibility of landslides.

So before Chen Yutou went down, dozens of people had died in this mausoleum, which was also a terrible number.

Chen Yutou, like the previous person, went down to the mausoleum through the original thief's mouth, but when he hit the ground, his face turned pale and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of water in his throat.

But Chen Yutou's judgment is correct, because after coming down, you can see the general situation in the mausoleum through the flashlight. Although the distance is very close, Chen Yutou does not dare to move one step.

He looked up at the moon far away in the sky. He said that Chen Yutou could also calculate it. Although he did not dare to say that he could steal Mr. Yin and Yang outside the cave, his ability should not be underestimated. After he went down to the cemetery, he immediately pinched his fingers. About a minute later, he took a deep breath. I'm afraid the trip will not go well. He Looking away, the body in front of him was displayed everywhere, as if a person had died in one step. The farthest body was about to be close to the mausoleum.

Chen Yutou moved the light column of the flashlight to see the body closest to him. The body was lying on its back and looked extremely stiff, and the eyes on his face were dark blue. It should have been dead for a while. What's more, the expression of the body. He kept the last facial action before he died, that is, panic. , extremely frightened, was he scared to death? Thinking of this, Chen Yu's head couldn't help pinching a cold sweat. These people who came here have some skills. Usually, when they go down the mountain, there are people who don't blink their eyes, and there are also people who have received Zongzi with their own hands, but they are actually scared to death. This makes Chen Yutou wants to break his head. It doesn't work.

But since Chen Yutou dares to come down alone, he must have extraordinary ability. Here we are going to talk about making dishes. The premise of making dishes is to stabilize his nature first. If he is in chaos, this little Jiujiu can't play.

So although Chen Yutou was a little scared, he tried his best to stabilize himself. Because he knew that as long as he was in chaos, the end might end up like the body lying in front of him, and then he would die.

Then talk about making dishes. The unique skill of making dishes can be catch both good and bad. The good and bad here is not only to indicate that you can see things, because tombs are originally used to bury dead people, and these tombs have been accumulated for many years. The evil spirit gathered in the area is not something that ordinary people can measure, not only as Therefore, what is sealed in the tomb is far from what we can think of with conventional thinking.

My grandfather said this, and I agree with my heart, because after going down to the tomb, the situation is change a lot. It is not too much to say that after going down, life and death are uncertain, and life is small. On the one hand, it depends on his own excellent ability, and on the other hand, it is also related to luck.

Just as my grandfather was about to talk, the clerk in the store came over and said, "Masters, the shop is going to be closed."

After hearing this, the fat man looked unhappy and almost said that I had made a reservation tonight, but in the end, he put up with it.

Grandpa put down his chopsticks and slowly got up. Fatty Ma's eyes were sharp and he ran to help his grandfather. I followed the clerk to the counter to settle the bill.

My grandfather was old and drank some wine, so he almost couldn't stand it, but he smiled happily at this time. Because the restaurant was not far from home, we planned to walk back.

After a few steps, my grandfather pushed the fat man away and said, "I'm not that old yet."

Fat Ma hurriedly answered, "That's right, the old man is in good health!"

The fat man inserted a needle at the seams, and his flattering skills became more and more powerful. I witnessed it, and I almost couldn't help but have a feeling of reverence. Finally, I poohed in my heart, and suddenly the spiritual platform was clear and everything disappeared.

Come on, let's continue to say that my grandfather corrected the color.

At this time, there happened to be a bright moon hanging in the sky. Because it was a little late, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. The dim yellow street lights reflected the warm white moonlight, separating people into two shadows.

Looking at the body in front of him, no matter how powerful Chen Yutou is, he dares not go to this muddy water. Of course, Chen Yutou can also choose to quit now, but he will not do so. This will not make people laugh.

And at this time, he already has some confidence in his heart. He has swallowed the 'black mud' before he came down. The black mud here does not refer to ordinary mud, but from extremely yin-heavy places, such as mud from under the coffins of ancient tombs or from places like mass graves. Most of them, but very few people knew this method. At that time, few people might know it except Chen Yutou.

Chen Yutou is not only skillful and bold, but also careful. At a glance, he has a general understanding of the mausoleum. Although it is impossible to accurately judge the age of this mausoleum, it can be seen that this tomb is not the tomb of ordinary people. Ordinary people here do not mean the distinction between ordinary people or the common people or the rich and the great noble, but It may be the kind of person who can layout. In ancient times, there was a general name for them as warlocks. There were warlocks who asked for immortals and elixirs, those who counted yin and yang, and those who watched fate... and so on. Although the tombs of ancient emperors also used this technique.

But the keen Chen Yutou immediately concluded that this was not the tomb of the emperor, because there was no aura wandering in the mausoleum. Capturing this information, he had to be more careful.

If this place is full of evil spirits, it will be tricky. Thinking of this, Chen Yutou couldn't help but feel cold. He forced himself to calm down and smooth his chest, because there was black mud in his stomach. Although this thing could survive, it was suffering from physical function.

At this point, the three of us have walked home. Although we really want to finish listening to this story, we are afraid that our grandfather's health will not be able to stand it, so we let him rest early.

Fat Ma did not force his grandfather at this point.

Before going to bed, Fatty Ma asked, "Old Sun, you think if I learn to make dishes, I will go to the ground horizontally."

"Don't think nonsense. That's all fake." After saying that, I closed the door and went out.

Since Fatty Ma came, I gave him my sleeping room. And I slept in my father's room. I don't know when my father left the house. At that time, I didn't know if I had written anything.

I suddenly remembered the newspaper I saw in Dujiangyan last time. There was a photo printed on the newspaper, in which my father was in it. I remember the title at that time was that the people of Lijia Village worked hard to get rich or something. I can't remember the specific title, but I still remember that now. At that time, the legend of Lijia Village became rich. I feel very horrible when I think about it now. Now when I carefully recall the photo, my father's appearance at that time seems to be very old. Now that time has gone, I don't know how many years it has passed.

I lay down** without turning off the light. I opened my big pupils and looked at the spots on the ceiling. My brain was blank at this time, and Chen Yu's head had been forgotten by me at this time.

Suddenly, some dust fell from the ceiling and fascinated my eyes. I wiped my eyes with my hands. When I recovered, I lay on my side and looked at the display of this room, although I had seen it more than once or twice.

My father's study and bedroom are together, and the area is still relatively large. Although he has hidden many books, I have not been in the habit of reading since I was a child, so I have never turned over those bookshelves.

Surrounded by the bookshelf, there is a quaint desk and the same chair, but no one cares about it.

Grandfather basically doesn't set foot in this room. He said: If you don't see, it's clean. So the invisible father's bedroom has become a wasteland for the whole house.

I couldn't sleep after lying on ** for a long time. My eyes were staring at the bookshelves and the desk.

Suddenly, some driving force made me get up and walk towards the study.

There are still a lot of my father's collection of books. There are several large bookshelves on display. When combined, there may be thousands of books. From a distance, it is also dazzling. I casually pulled a few books and turned them back. I really didn't have an interest in books.

I sat on the chair in front of the desk. There were three drawers in front of the desk. I casually pulled out a drawer, which was neatly placed with draft paper, which was densely full of words and traces of alteration. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a manuscript. Out of curiosity, I took out the manuscript, glanced through it, and found that it was an article about my father's scenery. I was speechless for a moment, but I also read it carefully, because to some extent, I still wanted to get my father's information through any means, whether it was past or present.