wet shade

Before I could react, I looked at the broken fish bones on the ground and whispered, "I'm really sorry big brother, I was too hungry, I couldn't hold back for a moment and gave it all to you."

He stood up suddenly and moved so fast that he brought down a firewood that was still burning.

I hurriedly said, "Don't do it! Let's talk!"

He stared at me with clenched fists, "Do you have any idea how long I've been stuck here? Fuck you, it's not easy for me to catch a fish!"

I didn't expect him to say anything at all, but he knelt down and started crying.

I took three steps forward to get closer to him and tapped him carefully on the shoulder, "Brother, you say you've been stuck here for a long time? Then where did you come from before, you didn't fall from above too did you?" As I spoke, I pointed to the top of the cave.

"Don't pull the shocker with me!"

"Don't think I don't know, you kid must be from the north, all burrowing rats, don't think of yourself as a pet cat!" The man spoke directly and loudly, a complete contrast to the foolishly learned look of a moment ago.

My eyes narrowed, and I said tentatively, "One river to see the view of two rivers, chopping wood on the mountain and burning fire under the mountain, dare I ask Yuanliang, how many mounds of doors have been demolished?"

As soon as I finished speaking, his expression first froze, followed by a very wonderful expression.

"Hey, you're not even hairy yet, and you dare to play black mouth with me? All right, kid, listen up."

"A bag of earth to fill the southwest, a shovel to dig things, a partridge to unload the ridge to go by water, lightness to float on water, a small earth dragon in the earth!"

I was relieved to hear him say this, it was also a hackneyed cut from the tomb-robbing trade, although our paths were not the same, one thing was the same, we were both tomb-robbers.

Through my conversation with this man, I gradually sorted out a bit of a clue.

It turned out that this man was a tomb raider from the Southern faction who specialised in touching water holes, and his surname was Chen Jiansheng. According to his words, he had been in the caves of this underground river for six or seven months, and because he was a good fighter and a good swimmer, he usually relied on catching river fish and rats to feed himself.

I asked him again, "Where are the others in your gang?

"Dead." His words were an understatement.

"Dead! The whole gang is dead? How!"

At the thought that it could be the blackmail that we often hear about in the business, I immediately became more wary of this man. Sister Hong was unconscious, and if I were to be killed, we would both have to die.

Seeing my face as if I was in danger, the man taunted, "Look at you, you're not afraid to lose face in your northern sect. Tell me your name."

After thinking about it, I whispered back, "Our head is Wang, Wang Xian Sheng, everyone calls him Wang Zuotou."

"Wang Xiansheng? Wang Huansheng?" He rubbed his head, "I think ..... I think I've heard of this guy a few times."

"Okay, I'll introduce myself, what's the name of the head of your group of southern faction? Wait a minute! Don't you say anything yet, I guess ... Is it a man named Branch Pot Chan?"

The fire was still burning, thundering and raking, the underground dark river was flowing calmly, he kept his head down and didn't say anything, and both sides fell into silence for a while.

After five or six minutes, he suddenly looked up at me, "You've seen Lao Chen's body?"

I nodded, "Yes, I have, in the coffin, but the body has already started to decay, there is not much good flesh."

Hearing my words, the man said with red eyes, "Chen Huotou, you've lasted so long, I didn't expect to end up ....."

"My condolences," I casually copped out.

"Hey, by the way, you just said you've been here for six or seven months? What happened? Could it be that you can't find your way out? Can't be. ..."

"Huh ..... A way out?" He looked at me and sneered, "You think I haven't looked? The space under this Western Zhou tomb is completely intentional by the tomb owner, like the owner's private back garden. All right kid, go, take this bitch with you, if you don't die, I'll show you, you'll know when you get there."

So I reattached Sister Hong on my back and followed the man onwards.

Some of the words the man didn't answer me positively, but I guessed as I walked along.

Both the old yellow cypress face and that kiwi scent could make people hallucinate, and the reason we were fine was because we woke up quickly, all because of the medicinal powder that San had begged for from his jianghu friends.

If you think about it this way, is it possible that this group of tomb robbers from the southern faction also had hallucinations and ended up killing each other because they didn't have that kind of powder? Is it possible that the man was sometimes crazy and demented, speaking like a human being, and sometimes normal, because of the after-effects of the hallucinations?

Of course, this is all speculation on my part, and there are some details that I would not have been able to fully guess if the person concerned had not wanted to tell me.

After following this underground river for about an hour or so, the river ahead suddenly split in two and a fork appeared, a small river flowing east and a small river flowing west, with a dead end in the middle, impassable and all rocky.

"How's that for a walk to see here?" He suddenly turned around and turned back to ask me.

I looked at the scene in front of me and frowned, "This is the same structure above this Western Zhou tomb, and the overall look is a T shape, which is basically the same as the direction of the flow of this underground dark river."

He clapped his hands and praised, "You have some eyesight, yes, this top-to-bottom tomb feng shui layout was in fact deliberately done by the tomb owner, this is the hidden dragon vein under the Moth Mountain, at the same time, under the cave has been dark and damp for thousands of years without seeing the sun, over time, it has become the wet shade land as the feng shui masters say.

"I think, 80% of the time, the owner of this tomb wants to live again by the nourishment of the wet shade land of the dragon vein. ..." He was showing me the way while talking eloquently to himself.

The more I listened behind him, the more astonished I was, my heart thumping, fearing that what he said was true.

It is relatively common for hair and nails to continue to grow after a person dies and before they are buried, and I am sure many people have heard of this. However, some people have passed on the story through blackmail, and over time the term zombie has come to be used.

However, a shade corpse is completely different from a zombie. The kind of zombie that pops up and walks around is all a messy Hong Kong movie made in the early years, compared to a shade corpse, which is more sinister.

From what I understand. Shade corpses, wet shade ground and corpses that do not melt are all talking about the same thing, as detailed in the original text in both the Tang and Song versions of the burial scriptures.

"Yin nourishes the corpse, divided into dry and wet. One, if the dry one is nourished for a long time, the hair will be reborn, and if the mouth of the corpse opens half an inch, it will scourge the clan for three generations, if the mouth of the corpse opens one inch, it will scourge the clan for six generations, and if the mouth of the corpse opens three inches, the descendants will die. Secondly, if the wet yin zhi is backed by a yin mountain, with its head resting on a yin direction and its feet stepping on a yin ground, it is a great evil; once found, no one should approach it, and no gentleman should care about it; I hope that future generations will bear this in mind." This is the original text from the old burial scriptures.

"What? Are you afraid, boy?" The man said to me with squinted eyes.

"I'm not afraid! What am I afraid of?" I looked at him and said firmly, "It's just dead people, it's all ancient nonsense, I'm not scared at all!"

"Well, okay, you've got a lot of guts," he said, continuing to lead the way without looking back.

In fact ..... There was one thing he didn't notice.

I was talking with Sister Red on my back.

My legs and stomach were shaking.

In front of us was the fork in the road, and we took the left one along the shore. The man said he was taking me to a place.

"Hey, boy! I said hurry up, you're so slow you won't get anywhere in the dark." He turned back from time to time and urged me on.

I didn't say anything back, but dared to whine in my mind, "What do you mean you won't make it by dark, is there a difference between day and night here? Besides, don't you see I'm carrying someone on my back."

I estimated that she was only about 110 pounds. Although she wasn't heavy, if I carried her for several miles, or on the banks of this harsh underground river, I would fall if I wasn't careful, so I couldn't walk fast enough.

"Stop, stop here." The man in front of me suddenly stopped.

He pointed to the opposite bank of the underground river for me to see.

The opposite bank of the river was a rock wall, and by the faint light of the torch I noticed that there was a crack in the rock wall on the opposite bank of the river, a gap maybe a few dozen centimetres wide and long up and down, but I couldn't see how deep it was inside the large crack.

"What's wrong?" Looking across the river, I asked in disbelief.

"What else, swim across and go to the other side," he said, his eyes half-lidded at the rocky crevice.

"I'm a dry duck who doesn't know how to swim, not to mention that Sister Hong is still awake, so how is she going to get across, I said you're not playing? If you want to go over there, you have to wait for Sister Hong to wake up before you go over."

The man looked at me and then at Sister Hong who was lying unconscious on my back, he finally sighed and cursed the lazy donkey for being so lazy.

I put Sister Hong down gently, and the man and I leaned against the rock wall and rested our eyes, thinking that we should wait until she woke up, and that we should be safe.

I was a bit tired, and as I leaned back, I drifted off.

As the old saying goes, there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night, and I had a very strange dream.

In the dream, I dreamt that I had arrived at a magnificent palace with fur carpets on the ground floor and six huge bronze palace lamps standing on either side of the palace.

They were dancing in groups of three. These gorgeous dancers, with their eyebrows like mountains, were all looking up at the palace in unison.

I too looked along.

At the top of the steps, a huge bronze bed stood in the middle, with eight fierce chi dragons cast at the corners of the bed, their bodies twisting like springs, their faces fierce, each in a different direction, each looking in four directions, southeast and northwest.

On the bronze dragon bed lies a man dressed in a luxurious crown, holding an empty bronze knight in one hand, without even looking at the dancers behind him.

I couldn't see the man's face because his back was turned, and I tried to walk over to see him, but found myself unable to do so.

Suddenly.

Inside the huge bronze palace lamps, those burning candles, the firelight slowly transitioned from pale yellow to pale green and, finally, to dark green.

In an instant, the entire opulent palace disappeared and the green light lingered as if it had come to the underworld, and at that moment, the absolutely beautiful faces of those dancers began to turn hideous.

Just then, the man lying on the bronze dragon bed turned his head towards me a little.

This man ...

The green face was collapsed, pus kept dripping from his face, the whole face looked like it had blistered and turned big and round, all his features were squeezed in the very centre, two long teeth pressed tightly against his lower lip, and a few strands of hair naturally fell in front of his forehead.

"Ah!" I jerked awake, drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing and panting in shock.

"What? Dreaming of a ghost?" The man leaned against the stone wall and opened his eyes, asking me nonchalantly.

"No ... Nothing, just a dream," I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead in a panic.

This dream, where even the patterns on those bronze palace lamps could be seen clearly, was ... It was too realistic.

Sister Hong is not awake yet, but I see that she has blood on her face, so I think that if there is nothing serious wrong, she should be waking up soon.

As expected, I was right this time, Sister Hong woke up this night.

As soon as she woke up, she opened her mouth to drink water. She was weak and I was afraid that she might have diarrhoea if she drank the river water, so I took out the last half bottle of mineral water left in my bag and fed it to her.

"Sister Hong you're finally awake!" I wiped her mouth with a happy face.

"Hey ..... I almost broke here," she grabbed my hand, "thanks Yunfeng, you saved my life, you didn't leave me to run away on my own, the head was right, you're a man of love."

She doesn't call me a kid anymore, she calls me a man instead.

"It's nothing really, helping each other out, huh," I scratched my head in embarrassment.

"You're .....?" She suddenly spotted the hairy-faced man leaning against the southwest corner, his eyes closed.

The man opened his eyes to see a mole awake, and he arched his hand and said, "Southern School earthworker, beating the gold tip, Chen Jiansheng."

Red's expression was now six parts gloom with four parts disdain, but he still arched his hand and said back, "Northern School Logistics, One Mole, Chen Hong."

The two nodded across the air and then stopped talking to each other, which was considered a greeting from their peers.

Originally, the southern and northern factions have always been at odds, like now, to arch their hands to give each other's names and say hello, this is considered good.

I think that if the head of the southern faction and the head of the northern faction meet in the same tomb ... It's probably going to be a bloodbath.

The two of them dare to show their swords, no one will take the initiative to concede, unless the opposing gang can fuck up their own group, or else, the real thing will be seen under the dick.

I tried to keep both sides talking calmly, after all, the three of us are here now, we are all grasshoppers on a rope, the first idea to get out is the main thing.

I told Sister Hong about crossing the river to the other side.

She frowned upon hearing this and said, "Yunfeng, how can you trust others so easily, what if some people have evil intentions to harm you?"

"Hmph."

The man next to him clasped his hands and said, "A villain's heart is a gentleman's belly, only a woman and a villain are difficult to raise."

"You!" A mole stood up with a face of anger.

"Try cursing one more time?"

"Huh ....." The corners of the man's mouth hooked up and he sneered, "Only a woman and a villain are difficult to raise."

"Don't! Don't be impulsive Sister Hong!" I tried to reach out and pull her back, but I was a step too slow to do so.

"It's over, it's over, it's going to be bad ..."

"Southside rat! You get up!" A mole rushed forward aggressively.

It was then that I noticed a change in the man's eyes, first to anger, then to a confused faze.

He was a head taller than Sister Hong and still had a bit of swagger when he got up.

At that moment, the man scratched his head and said, "Southside rat! You get up!"

Sister Hong's face changed, she put her hands around her waist and scolded angrily, "Try talking like an old lady!"

Immediately, the man also put his hands around his waist, "You're trying to speak like old mother."

"Southern-style stinky rat, dead rat, rotten rat!" Sister Hong's temples flared up in anger.

The man giggled and said, "Southern-style stinky rat, dead rat, rotten rat."

Sister Hong and Chen Jiangsheng are both in their 30s and 40s, and they are arguing all the time. If outsiders were to see them, they would certainly say that they have no manners.

I don't see it that way.

They were both members of the thieves' clan, people of the jianghu, the three religions and the nine streams, and they all carried with them the gangster's aura of the lower class, which was very difficult to change.

I explained this several times in quick succession, and only then did Red understand.

"Heh ...." I said, no wonder I always learn to talk, it turns out to be a two hundred and five fools, forget it, not with this southern school fools general understanding."

"That's right," I then asked, pointing to the other side of the river, "Sister Hong, how do you think we can get across?"

"Oh?" She frowned, "Go over there for what, do you really believe what this fool says?"

After thinking about it, I nodded, "Sister Hong, haven't you noticed? Where did those dry firewood come from? I think what this man said might be true, here, there might be other secrets hidden."

Chen Jiansheng was still dumbfounded, still imitating our words.

A mole turned to look at him, gritted his teeth and said, "OK, Yun Feng, you believe him, I believe you, then let's swim over and see if there is something else inside."

"Yun Feng you're not very good at water are you?" She asked me.

"Well .... It's not that I'm not good, I can't even dog paddle," I said with a bitter face.

She said helplessly, "I'm not talking about you Yunfeng, if we find Lao San and the others out, you'll have to practice water in the future, in this business, if you don't know how to water, you'll have to suffer a big loss sooner or later."

"You hold me tight from behind, I'll take you there."

I nodded my head and said yes.

The underground river is not wide, but the water is very deep, and the water temperature is also very low at this time of year.

"You boys go down a bit, where did you put your hands."

"Oh, oh, sorry Sister Red," I said, moving my hand down.

Before I went into the water, I looked back at the delirious Chen Jiansheng and asked, "Sister Hong, what about this man? Keep him here?"

"Salt and pepper," she said with a cold face, "a southern school earthworker, just die, don't worry about him."

"Oh ...." I didn't dare to talk back.

Looking back deeply at the man, I took a deep breath.

"Poof," I hugged Sister Hong and jumped into the underground river together.

The river was even colder than I had imagined, and in just a few dozen seconds, I felt my hands and feet freezing.

"Concentrate, don't let go, just get over there," Red said, just carrying me, swimming a little towards the river bank.

We were lucky, nothing went wrong this time, and in less than ten minutes we were safely on the bank.

After wringing out our clothes, we both walked up to the crevice.

The crevice was over ten metres high, very deep from the outside and only wide enough to pass one person at a time.

I checked the battery level of my torch and it was still on, but the light source was already very scattered.

Sister Hong and I looked at each other.

I nodded and took the lead and dug in sideways.

I kept my stomach tucked in as I followed the crevice, because there were some rocks protruding from the crevice and I hit them a few times, causing pain to my flesh.

After walking for about 300 metres, there was a little light ahead.

I was so happy that I picked up the pace a couple of times.

When I came out, I looked dumbfounded at what was in front of me .....

I had thought that after drilling through this crevice, there might be another underground cavern on the opposite side.

But ..... I guessed wrong.

When I went to school in junior high school I learned a text called Peach Blossom Garden, the author's name was Tao what came I forgot, and in the book there were many hidden people in the Peach Blossom Garden.

But there were no people in front of me, not a single one, and as far as I could see, it was all plants, lots and lots of plants.

There were huge trees over twenty metres high, there were wild grasses and flowers, green vines and dead vines, a place isolated from the world for over three thousand years, a world of its own, a lush green.

It was spring in Shunde, but let me just say this, the growth of grasses and plants on Moth Hill was nowhere near that of this place, and many of the trees and flowers were of a style I had never seen before, let alone named.

No wonder, before the southern faction of Chen Jiansheng will say this

It's just that this back garden ..... It was a bit too big to be seen at a glance, as if it had hollowed out the entire underground space of Moth Mountain.

A mole and I both looked dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, we could only sigh at nature's divine craftsmanship.

Chen Jiangsheng was able to survive here for six months, and I think it was mostly because of this paradise.

I asked, "Sister Hong ... What is this about."

She bent down and picked a weed and looked at it, then looked around and said in a deep voice: "In my opinion, the ancients saw death as life, Qin Shi Huang built 100,000 terracotta warriors and horses, used mercury as a lake and sea, used pearls to turn the stars, the ancients had a pattern that we underestimated ..."

Just then, the sound of applause suddenly came from behind us.

"Pop, pop."

"That's right, the pattern is small, agree, agree ah," it was Chen Jiansheng from the Southern School.

He was dripping wet and his face was so unsalty that he couldn't make out any expression.

"Chen ..... Chen earthwork, you're well again?" I was a little vain. After all, he was the one who told me and Sister Hong about this place, but the two of us had left him alone before.

"Hmph," a mole grunted coldly, not much of a good look.

"Hey, Northside boy, what just happened, how come I froze and you guys left me and ran in here by yourselves?"

I thought to myself big brother you should stop talking now, you're mentally ill, you need to be cured.

"Cough," I deliberately coughed dryly to cover up my embarrassment, then said, "Nothing, nothing, a little situation just happened, now it's okay, the three of us are together again, it's better to cooperate for now and think about how to get out."

After hearing my words, Chen Jiansheng looked at a mole and said, "The logistics of the northern faction, Chen Hong, right, this kid is right, I've been here for a few months, I know more than you guys, our ultimate goal is to go out, as for the feud in the jianghu, we will fight in the jianghu later, do you agree?"

Sister Hong rubbed her temples a little tiredly, "Yes, but .... I am afraid that certain people will suddenly fall ill and drag me and Yun Feng down."

"Sick? Who is sick? Sick of what? There are others here?" Chen Jiangsheng looked around in confusion.

I stepped forward and said, "No, no one is sick, they're all fine. Chen Jiangsheng, this place is so big, since you know your way around, tell me where we're going next."

"All right, follow me, I found a few suspicious places earlier, one more head, one more way, so I'll show you around and help give advice."

As he led the way, he introduced us: "It's not small, I've felt back and forth several times, it must be three or four kilometres, it's a dead end and impassable, besides, let me remind you that some things must not be touched."

"Or else, just wait and suffer."