Chapter 20 Making a plate

"You mean that all the information you have was brought back by Professor Sun?"

Zhang Tong nodded.

"What kind of person is he?"

Zhang Tong was a little surprised by my question, but he answered me truthfully: "Professor Sun is a mysterious person, and I'm not very clear."

I'm a little disappointed, but I'm sure that Professor Sun will definitely be a breakthrough point in the Ghost Heavenly Palace. When you have a chance, you must ask Professor Sun for advice.

Zhang Tong said this, and it is also finished. The mystery of the ghost has undoubtedly increased, which is actually related to the mythical era. If this so-called ghost palace really existed, how magnificent it would be. Thinking of this, I was a little excited. This may be the reason why after so many years have passed, there are still many people chasing this strange tomb.

Now the bronze fish mouth and the bronze fish body are together. To some extent, maybe we have the key to open the ghost palace.

Now this tomb is broken and seems to be crumbling.

The six of us retreated from this small place, with a thick wall behind it, and a sand in front of us. At present, it seems difficult to get out of here.

Fat Ma sat on the coffin, lit a cigarette for himself, and then spit it out. Everyone was silent, and everyone knew their current situation.

Fat Ma suddenly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said, "Sun, do you remember what the old man said about Chen Yutou?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

Fat Ma smiled confidently: "Then you still remember Chen Yutou's unique trick "to make trouble"."

I subconsciously nodded and then said, "Didn't my grandfather finish this story?"

"Old Sun, when you were in a coma, the old man took time to finish telling me."

"Is it possible that you have learned to make dishes?" I asked in disbelief. The clay figurine's face has also changed. The rest of the people are still confused.

"No."

"Then what are you talking about!"

"Don't worry, Sun. Maybe I'll tell you this story, and maybe you can get inspiration from it."

We all looked at the fat man and waited for him to follow. At present, he is no longer chattering and poses as a storyteller: everyone here. Only Lao Sun has heard the part of the previous story. For you to understand the development of the following story, I will briefly describe the previous story.

Everyone answered.

Fat Ma took five minutes. Tell the story briefly.

Otherwise, Fatty Ma's eloquence is very good. After five minutes of adding oil and vinegar, he stunned everyone.

"Is Chen Yutou so powerful?" Huang Lin hasn't recovered from the story and said in surprise.

"Don't interrupt me, the more wonderful is yet to come."

Huang Lin quickly closed his mouth.

Fat Ma deliberately coughed a few times and straightened his throat.

"By the way, that night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and a long wolf cry opened the prelude of the whole story... What Fatty Ma said was intoxicated."

"Less talk nonsense and get to the point," the clay figurine interrupted him.

Fat Ma had to swallow the nonsense back to his mouth.

It is said that Chen Yutou, after going to the ground, was scared by the scene in front of him. The body on the ground and the death was extremely tragic, but Chen Yutou was not a general person, and immediately smelled the gloomy evil spirit in this mausoleum.

In fact, Chen Yutou had black mud in his mouth long before he went to the ground. I just told you that black mud can restrain its evil spirit, but it is harmful to the body.

The situation opposite Chen Yutou, he knew that he only had time for three incense sticks, and his time for three sticks of incense was not to prove how good he was.

But he knew that if the black mud was stored in his body for more than three sticks of incense, it would be very harmful, so he set up three sticks of incense to remind himself and try to control the time in three sticks of incense.

And the main tomb is just more than ten meters away from Chen Yutou. What he needs to do is to go to the main tomb and get a bright weapon to prove that he has washed the sand.

Chen Yutou quickly stabilized his mood. At present, it is certain that he will definitely not be able to follow the old road.

Speaking of this, Fatty Ma raised his cheeks and asked, "Guess what happened?"

"Chen Yutou must have passed with a gas mask," Yu said angrily.

"It must not be. The gas mask can't protect against evil spirits," Huang Lin denied Yu's anger.

"Then how did he get there?" Zhang Tong couldn't help asking.

"This is about making dishes. Even good and bad dishes can be catched. By the way, at that time, there was already black mud in Chen Yu's stomach, so the evil spirit was not the biggest threat to him. The biggest threat was the unknown existence."

"If you want to say that this Chen Yutou is really good, I also admire the fat master."

"Hurry up!"

"Dian, why are you urging me so urgently?"

The clay figurine stopped talking.

Fat Ma continued: Didn't there be a lot of corpses lying on the ground at that time? Chen Yutou put them together one by one to replace the original tomb road.

In the days after his death, Chen Yu's head man's yang has not dissipated. If he steps on these corpses, he can definitely escape some evil things.

Will it be unkind to step on someone else's body? Huang Lin whispered.

What do you know, the fat man scolded.

Huang Lin had to keep silent.

Sure enough, Chen Yutou stepped on these bodies and arrived at the main tomb safely, but Chen Yutou did not dare to relax. The first thing he did when he entered the main tomb was not rush to go into the sand, but blood first.

"Blood?" I repeated it in a low voice.

"Yes, it's bloodletting, fill a cup of wine, and then drink it for yourself. According to Chen Yutou himself, after drinking blood, he felt a fire dragon galloping in his stomach.

Qiang formulated his mind. After these tasks were completed, Chen Yutou walked to the main tomb. Fortunately, when he took a step or two, Chen Yutou stopped. His face was heavy, his forehead was sweaty, and he dared not move.

I saw that the coffin in the tomb overturned the coffin. When Fatty Ma said this, our mood was tight.

After the coffin lid fell to the ground, Chen Yutou, who had been frozen and dared not move, immediately rushed up without any hesitation. Even he did not know where his strength came from. He picked up the coffin lid and covered the coffin.

Then he pressed his body on the lid of the coffin. I didn't know if it was a zongzi or something else, and he kept pressing hard against the coffin. Chen Yu bit his teeth and pressed them to death. He knew that if he let the contents run out, he would die, so he would carry it anyway.

But the coffin cover was overturned, and Chen Yu's head fell to the ground. At this time, his face was pale, his chest was hot, and the blood and black mud in his stomach almost spit out.

Chen Yutou endured the pain and swallowed it back.

Chen Yutou saw at a glance that this was a thousand-year-old zongzi in front of him, and the body lying in the tomb road may also have something to do with it, so he did not dare to move. Speaking of it, it was also an evil door. When the zongzi walked to Chen Yutou, he did not find Chen Yutou.

"Is it because Chen Yu's head held his breath, so Zongzi didn't find him?"

"Wrong, if you hold your breath, you can escape from the zongzi. Then we will go to the sand and go to the ground in the future. What are we afraid of? Just open the zongzi and shut your breath. Suffocation is all used to coax children. All this is because Chen Yutou was prepared in advance.

Originally, Chen Yutou could leave with a bright weapon, but just as he was about to leave, he knew that it was broken and the previous wound bled again.

Chen Yutou hurriedly freed a hand and pressed the wound. The blood was stopped, but he couldn't let go. Just let go.

The thousand-year-old zongzi is still wandering around in front of Chen Yu's head, walking east and west.

With a sneer, Zhang Tong was amused by Fatty Ma's look and tone.

"Stay serious, Comrade Zhang."

Zhang Tong immediately stopped smiling.

"What happened later?"

To say that the name of Chen Yutou is not white, the good and bad can be caught. Now that the bad is coming, Chen Yutou knows that it is useless to panic. He simply released the blood, wiped it on the touchable, and threw it far away. After the thousand-year-old zongzi smelled the blood, he chased it.

At this time, ordinary people must have seized the opportunity to escape, but Chen Yutou took another bright weapon and fled out.

When he fled to the entrance of the tomb, Chen Yutou cut off the wrists of all the bodies and then climbed the rope to escape. Despite this, Chen Yutou was still in a rage.

After listening to this story, I really admired Chen Yutou's means from the bottom of my heart, but I still don't know much about the dishes.

But I didn't ask, and the fat man probably didn't know either.

Fat Ma added: "The courage of Chen Yutou is only comparable to that of fat master."

Everyone ignored the fat man's words, because from the story told by the fat man, we were not inspired, and there was still a dead end in front of us.

Just when everyone is bored.

The clay figurine suddenly said, "Fatty, you missed something."

This sentence attracted my attention.

And Fatty Ma still smiled: "How come? I basically copied the old man's story. I can't forget to say it."

"Either the old man didn't tell you, or the old man himself didn't know."

There are some waves in my heart. What the clay figurine said so firmly must know something.

"What did the fat man say?" I asked calmly.

"Chen Yutou dug a tunnel to escape."

"What? How can it be possible to dig a tunnel in such a short time," Ma Fatty asked questionably.

"Your thinking is too dead. Time is not limited to that. Chen Yutou has enough time to dig a tunnel. He dug a tunnel out of the tomb."

Fat Ma came to his senses and asked, "Mudman, how do you know?"

The clay figurine is unwilling to answer directly, but that's the truth. The clay figurine didn't want to say it, no matter how we asked him, he wouldn't say it.

However, he provided us with a way to escape and dig out the tunnel.

But the surroundings seem to be sealed by natural stones. It's not easy to dig a tunnel.

"I have a way," Mud man.

Everyone's faces surged with joy at the same time. Don't do it yet," Fatty Ma urged. I saw the clay figurine lying on the ground, as if listening to something.

Suddenly, Fatty Ma exclaimed: "Two-finger Zen!"