Seeing that the old blind man was confident, we jumped down from the wall one after another. We put away the grappling hook and asked the old blind man what all this was going on.

Where did those weird bursts of children's laughter come from?

What are the iron pipes stuffed in the holes in the walls used for?

The old blind man shook his head at us mysteriously, and then he lay down with his ears close to the ground, as if he was listening carefully to the sounds coming from underground.

"Dingdang, what is this old blind man doing? He's lying on the ground with his legs in the air, like a wild tortoise." The fat man asked in confusion.

"Shh!" I made a silent gesture: "Don't interrupt, Gui Lao must have discovered something."

My guess was indeed correct. After a few minutes, the old blind man stood up slowly and glanced at the long-legged lady.

The long-legged lady immediately understood and ordered her two men in black suits to respectfully dust off the old blind man's clothes.

Seeing the old blind man's condescending look, the fat man got angry and said, "Bah! What a fucking trick. When the fat man gets rich, he will find a bunch of girls to serve him, one will feed me, another will wash my feet, and another will clothe me.

clothing."

After the old blind man was almost dusted off, the long-legged sister asked with a smile: "Old Ghost, do you already know where that sound comes from?"

"Yes." The old blind man nodded: "I will tell you a story, and you will understand. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there was a country called Zheng State, and the emperor of Zheng State was called Zheng Zhuanggong. It is said that Zheng Zhuanggong's mother helped outsiders to rebel.

He wanted to seize the throne of Duke Zheng Zhuang. As a result, Duke Zheng Zhuang was wise and martial, and he quickly suppressed all the rebels! Because he was angry that his mother participated in the rebellion, he imprisoned his mother and swore a poisonous oath: He would not meet her until they were in Jiuyou.

.”

"In ancient times, Jiuyou meant the underworld. These words of Zheng Zhuanggong showed his determination to have no contact with his mother until death! But a year later, Zheng Zhuanggong regretted it. After all, she was his biological mother, and her blood was thicker than

Water, but the ancients took their oaths very seriously, and Zheng Zhuanggong did not dare to break the oath he swore easily, so he asked the ministers for advice on how to let him see his mother. The ministers racked their brains and finally came up with a way

The clever plan was to dig three feet into the ground at his mother's residence to represent the Nine Netherworlds, and arrange for Zheng Zhuanggong and his mother to meet underground. It was reasonable and reasonable. From then on, the mother reunited, which is the allusion of 'dig the ground to meet the mother'."

After listening to the story told by the old blind man, I was the first to react and read the sentence on the big iron gate again: "The key to the underworld must be under the Nine Netherworlds! Mr. Ghost, what do you mean?

, the place where the sound came from, and the key to the door are actually hidden underground, but we always mistakenly thought that Jiuyou was the eighteenth level of hell, so we didn’t think of it..."

"Good boy, you can get it right." The old blind man looked at me with admiration and said.

But his half-blind eyes were so terrifying that I quickly turned my head away in fright.

"Old Ghost, are you going to try out some ideas next?" Long-legged Sister asked.

"Well, it's easy to deal with it as long as you know that the sound is underground. Even if it is hidden in the cracks of the bumps, I am confident that I can dig it out."

The old blind man let out a sinister laugh: "Hey, I haven't been to the ground for several years. I don't know if my skills are rusty?"

After saying that, the old blind man took off the package on his back and took out four branches and a large bundle of red rope.

But I saw that he carefully inserted the branches into the soil in four directions: east, west, north and south, and then connected the four branches with red ropes to form a diamond-shaped formation.

This scene looks just like the Taoist priests in Hong Kong movies, nothing unusual.

But the fat man secretly told me that this old blind man was not simple. The depth of each branch he inserted was exactly the same. Moreover, the red ropes were tied with mandarin duck knots, which could not be achieved after decades of practice.

The most important thing is that the branch the old blind man took should be a peach tree branch. The peach tree branch and the red rope are either to drive away ghosts or to find the dragon's acupoints!

This old blind man is obviously looking for the dragon's acupoint.

Hearing what the fat man said, I immediately became extremely curious! After all, I had never really seen a local master search for a dragon's acupoint, so I was very alert to watch every move of the old blind man.

After setting up the formation, the old blind man bit his finger and dropped a drop of blood on the red line. The blood seemed to be alive and rolled forward along the red rope, and the speed became faster and faster.

Faster and faster!

Finally, when it rolled to a third of the distance from the end of the red rope, it seemed to have froze, and fell into the soil with a ticking sound, and was quickly absorbed by the soil.

Seeing this scene, the old blind man shouted excitedly: "Luoyang Shovel!"

The long-legged lady standing behind immediately took out three steel pipes and a shovel head from her military bag, put them together at lightning speed, and threw them towards the old blind man.

The old blind man caught it and without thinking, he plunged the Luoyang shovel deeply into the spot where the drop of blood disappeared.

"One shovel cuts off the faucet, two shovels remove the dragon's bones, three shovels cut off the dragon's tail, and four shovels determine the outcome." The old blind man muttered something while vigorously pushing the Luoyang shovel deep into the soil. His face was flushed and his eyes were filled with tears.

They were all bloodshot, and they were obviously using a lot of effort to do this.

With a Luoyang shovel and a few doggerel-like phrases, can it really be possible to find out what's underground?

I'm skeptical.

But soon I heard a muffled sound from under my feet, and at the same time, the Luoyang shovel that the old blind man was pushing down stopped, as if it hit something metal.

The old blind man breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled out the Luoyang shovel. I suddenly saw a trace of blood-red soil with a strange smell at the front of the Luoyang shovel.

The soil was so red that it felt like it had been soaked in blood for three days and nights.

The smell of the earth is also quite unpleasant. It is not smelly, but has a fishy smell, as if a weasel squatted on the ground and peed.

Looking at the soil, the long-legged sister's charming smile suddenly solidified, and she asked doubtfully: "Old Ghost, is there something like that under this ground?"

"Stop talking nonsense, even the Prince of Hell has to dig it out, otherwise we will be trapped here..." The old blind man walked back with his hands behind his back and gave the long-legged sister a sinister look.

The long-legged lady had no choice but to let her two men in black suits hold engineering shovels and dig down along the point determined by the old blind man.

The old blind man's point was quite deep, but it was too slow for two people to dig, so the fat man Wang Yuanchao and I joined their camp and started digging enthusiastically.

To be honest, my curiosity is greater than my fear now. I really want to see what is in this soil?

Why is there blood in the soil, and why does the long-legged lady look sad?

The excavated soil soon piled up into a hill beside us. We dug down another two or three meters. The thing that the old blind Luoyang shovel had just hit suddenly appeared in front of us. It turned out to be a huge mouthful.

coffin!

The volume of this coffin is almost twice that of the coffins we usually see. The surface is dark and has several circles of iron chains wrapped around it. The surrounding soil is all wet, and it is extremely bright red and sticks to the coffin, giving off a pungent smell.

The smell.

I carefully tapped it with my fingers, and the coffin made a crisp thumping sound. It must have been cast from pig iron.

Of course, what surprised us the most was that this coffin was buried vertically.
Chapter completed!