Han Sheng looked out the window and saw that the rain had stopped. There were only a few stars in the cracks of the clouds, the moonlight was scattered, and the mountains were hazy.

The missing hand bones must still be in the dust at the bottom of the coffin. I was just blamed for my carelessness at that time. Great-grandfather, it was not that I was intentionally disrespectful to my ancestors, but... No, I want to get them back.

Thinking of this, Han Sheng stood up, took out the flashlight, took another cloth bag, and carried a shovel to go out.

The people in the village had already tied the door. Since the village had not yet been powered on, in order to save the lamp oil, the villagers usually only had dinner and went to bed early to rest.

The roads in the mountains are rugged, and the moonlight appears and disappears. From time to time, "crack" sounds are heard in the bamboo forest. The cold sound knows that it is the sound of bamboo joints. People who study medicine generally do not believe in ghosts and gods, but they are still scared when walking alone in the dark bamboo forest. Han Sheng really began to regret it at this moment.

He shook the light column of the flashlight and shot it into the top of the forest. He suddenly found many crows squatting on the bamboo branches, staring at him with red and evil eyes. He quickly took a few steps and did not dare to look back.

Finally, the bamboo forest was found. The tomb dug out during the day was still there. The mound of soil had been washed by rain, leaving several small ditches.

Han Sheng tiptoed to the earth pit, and the moon hid in the thick clouds again, and the world suddenly became dim.

The light of the flashlight is very weak, and the battery has been used for a long time. My father always puts the old battery by the fire pit to bake it, extending its use time as much as possible. Don't extinguish it tonight.

It's time to hurry up. Han Sheng jumped into the coffin inside the pit without much thought.

There was a little water in the coffin, which mixed with the dust to form a viscous mud. Han Sheng held the flashlight in one hand, and carefully pulled the mud out with the other hand. On the middle bottom of the coffin, he found the end of the metacarpal bone, and finally found it, and felt relieved.

He gently pinched the end of the metacarpal bone and pulled out the entire finger bone. Under the faint light, a hole the size of a fist was exposed.

Jinjing! The soul of the acupoint...

My father said that in the past, rich people spent a lot of money to hire Feng Shui masters to find a good yin land, but most of them just chose auspicious things to bury them. Only extremely powerful Feng Shui masters understand the Jinjing technique.

Han Sheng stared at the vertical hole on the bottom of the coffin in a daze. A cool smell came out of the hole, which might be the earthly air.

My father said that there are things that the tomb owner loved in his life, such as jewelry, and there was a golden well behind the coffin in Empress Dowager Cixi's bedroom, and there were countless jewelry inside.

Great-grandfather, a poor doctor, actually had a golden well in his coffin. What could be there?

Han Sheng was so excited that he thought about it.

It was late at night, and the crows had probably fallen asleep. The bamboo forest was lonely and silent. Occasionally, you could see one or two green lights wandering everywhere. They were ghost fires. The phosphorus decomposed when the corpses in the tomb decay spontaneously ignited in the air.

Han Sheng did not dare to reach out to the golden well directly, and the flashlight became weaker and weaker, and he could not shine how deep the hole was. He crawled from the pit, walked to the edge of the bamboo forest, skipped a bamboo branch, stroked the bamboo leaves, and held the bamboo pole that was so long that he returned to the pit.

Han Sheng carefully inserted the bamboo pole into the golden well and slowly put it down. He stopped when the bamboo pole was about to reach its peak. It seemed that the depth of the hole was only about one person. What should I do? The flashlight was about to run out of power, and it was dark everywhere, not a single person, so quiet that even my heartbeat could be heard.

In the dark night sky, the clouds cracked and the moonlight shone down, making the pit shaky and very clear.

Han Sheng was curious and did it as soon as he said that, so he turned off the flashlight and picked up the iron shovel.

With the moonlight, a stream of soil was thrown over. In the quiet forest, only Han Sheng was panting constantly...

He dug down the bamboo pole in the Jinjing for nearly an hour, and the pit became bigger and bigger, but nothing was found in the Jinjing. No matter what kind of gold ring or earring bracelet is there, he sighed, gritted his teeth and continued to shovel down. Suddenly, he heard a hollow and heavy sound, and the iron shovel touched an object different from the soil.

Han Sheng squatted down and brushed the floating soil with his hands. Under the moonlight, a layer of white things appeared. He took it down and held it in his palm and looked carefully. It turned out to be white lime paste, about two inches thick.

Han Sheng was greatly motivated, and there must be something underneath!

He tried hard to shovel the lime cover, pulled it aside, leaned down and looked at it again, and there was another coffin below!

The coffin was placed under the tomb... He sat there.

Since ancient times, it is particularly taboo to choose a shady house to press down the tomb. This is extremely unlucky. Superstitious sayings: the resentment of the tomb that is suppressed becomes evil, which not only destroys Feng Shui, but also vents its anger against the descendants of the tomb owner, and even brings bloody disasters.

However, the great-grandfather's cemetery was guided by experts, and even a golden well was set up. How could it be built on the tomb of others?

My father said that the tomb coffin will settle down a certain amount every year when buried in the soil. Some drop slightly and some inches vary depending on the dense structure of the soil. This place is in the mountains and the soil is extremely dense. If it naturally sinks to two or three meters deep, wouldn’t it take a thousand years? In this way, when Great-Emperor selected a cave, he did not find a tomb under it. The golden well just used it to absorb the earth's air. It seems that this place must be a Feng Shui treasure land. After a thousand years, someone clicked the same cave entrance. It was really a coincidence.

Han Sheng had no doubt at this moment that this was a thousand-year-old tomb.

The coffin lid of the ancient tomb is a whole board, with a green ochre color, with a delicate texture, revealing a faint fragrance. Han Sheng knew this smell. This is camphor oil contained in it can repel insects and prevent moths. With this coffin lid, this old camphor tree must be a thousand years old.

Han Sheng cleaned the soil and lime paste, and finally tried to open the lid of the coffin. He first folded his hands and bowed three times to the ancient tomb, gave a big gift, and then shoveled off the iron shovel.

Although the coffin lid is of good quality, it is old and somewhat decayed. Under the shovel of iron, a gap suddenly cracked...

A faint red corpse gas escaped from the crack. Han Sheng could not see the gas at all. He only felt a sweet smell in his nose, and then his body slowly softened, and he crawled onto the coffin board, and his face was leaning against the crack of the coffin lid.

Under the bleak moonlight, dozens of white filaments crawled out of the cracks and tangled to Han Sheng's face. Those things as thin as mycelium crawled into Han Sheng's nostrils...

In ancient times, Feng Shui masters were most afraid of corpse qi when moving tombs on behalf of others. If they were accidentally inhaled, they would get sick at the least and die at the worst. Most people misunderstood that it was possessed by ghosts. In fact, because ordinary people cannot see corpse qi with their naked eyes, of course, some half-baked Feng Shui masters themselves cannot see it. The most evil among corpse qi is the red corpse qi, but it is extremely rare. This qi will kill you and cannot be cured at all.

In the world, there must be a detoxification medicine within a few feet of poisonous substances. As the saying goes, mutual generation and mutual restraint. This highly poisonous nemesis of the red corpse qi is the white mycelium, called "Baituosu", a fungus parasitized in the body of rotten corpses. This species has a very strange growth and must develop slowly and be dormant in a sealed and constant temperature environment, but it grows rapidly when it sees air.

Han Sheng inhaled the red corpse qi, but there was no help. When "Bai Tuoju" encountered air, it grew outward from the crack, which happened to welcome Han Sheng's face, so he drilled into his nostrils, which instead removed the highly toxic red corpse qi. This was a coincidence.
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