Ghost Blowing Lantern II

At this time, Ding Sitian's face was green and black, her jaw was clenched, and the fat man and Lao Yangpi pried open her mouth. I stuffed all eight navel red incense pills into her mouth, pinched her nose, filled her mouth with water, and sent it down. The three of them stood under the candle, staring at her intently, with their hearts in their throats. They don't remember how long it took until even the remaining candle ends were burned out. Although the greenness in Ding Sitian's brows was not there yet, She retreated, but thankfully, her breathing was much smoother than before, and she finally showed some signs of improvement.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was supposed to hold on and leave this dark and smelly secret room at this time. But as soon as the tight strings came loose, I couldn't hold it anymore mentally and physically. For a moment, I felt like the sky was spinning and I wanted to fall over. The thought of sleeping on the ground lingered, but it was far from the time to take a breath and rest. I had to leave as soon as possible. Even if I went to sleep in the basement corridor again, I couldn't lose consciousness next to the corpse of the Xianbei witch. I bit my tongue. In the meantime, Qiang Qiang and Fatty were looking for someone to go to the corpse in front of the secret door. At this time, Lao Yangpi seemed to have regained some strength. He also knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so he walked over to help with a staggering step.

I had a lot of work with Fatty and Lao Yangpi. Although we lacked knowledge about this corpse, based on some common biological knowledge we encountered in Fujian, it may be a creature like a sea lily. A creature that is rooted in the ground and cannot move. Its range of activities is limited to the longest roots that do not leave the soil suitable for its growth. Judging from the distance from the brick to the inner chamber, its length is simply unbelievable. We cut off the demon ginseng that had been killed by the antiseptic potion, and found that not only were the roots connected to many half-rotten corpses, but there were even more corpses wrapped in the skin of its body, and most of the corpses were wrapped around the roots. It was white and slightly rotten, and the corpse inside the body was almost rotten into shape.

I was kicking the fat man's cut roots away with my feet when I suddenly heard a wolf-like howl from Lao Sheeppi. He knelt down and pressed a corpse on the tentacles of a corpse ginseng, howling loudly: "Erdan, brother, you died miserably..."

The fat man and I felt strange, so we walked over and took a look at the corpse. We saw that the corpse was integrated with a corpse ginseng tentacle. It had a pale face and a few maggots crawling back and forth on its forehead. It looked like an old sheepskin. It seems that this corpse is his biological brother Yang Erdan. Although we have never met him, after all, we have experienced the test of life and death together with Lao Yangpi. It feels a bit like a thing hurting its own kind, and we can't help but feel a sense of bitterness.

We didn't know how to comfort Lao Yangpi, so I had to take the lead in singing "Don't Forget the Class Sufferings, Remember the Blood and Tears" to heighten the tragic atmosphere. Just after singing half a sentence, I suddenly noticed that the corpse of Yang Erdan was also dressed in black. There was a scarlet ribbon tied around his waist. It turned out that this guy was from the "Mudhui" who colluded with the Japanese devils. I stretched out my hand to grab Lao Sheepskin's clothes and asked him whether it was friendship or aggression? Unexpectedly, during this moment of confusion, Lao Yangpi turned around and walked out a few steps without saying a word, picked up the copper box that looked like a small copper coffin, and lifted the lid murmuringly: "Erdan, I'll get the soul for you." lead……"

I don’t know whether it was due to excessive fatigue or because things happened too suddenly. Anyway, at this time, the thoughts in Fatty and I’s minds were completely out of touch with the changes in the situation. We were slightly stunned for a moment, but at least we were able to react immediately. Come here, the copper box that Lao Yangpi is holding must not be opened, otherwise no one will survive.

Regardless of whether he had planned it or was crazy, the fat man and I shouted, threw down the things in our hands, and rushed over. The fat man only hurt his neck, and he was full of energy. He took the lead and rushed forward. All the messy things blocking the way were knocked aside. The moment Lao Yangpi was about to open the lid of the box, he had already jumped in and heavily pressed Lao Yangpi to the ground.

Although the fat man was only eighteen at the time and his body had not yet fully grown, his body was as thick as a tiger's back and waist at that time. In addition, he had received re-education from poor lower-middle peasants in the Greater Khingan Mountains for more than half a year. Going to the mountains and countryside was indeed too much. He has been trained, so his whole body is as solid as porcelain. When he rushes forward, he whirls in the wind, screams and pounces, which immediately suppresses the old sheep's skin and turns his eyes upward.

Lao Yangpi's brother Yang Erdan is actually a gangster from the "Ni'er Hui". That's not a conflict among the people. It's 200% a relationship between the enemy and ourselves. However, this matter is so unexpected that I'm worried that it won't be clarified until we understand it. Someone would die before the truth came out, so he quickly told the fat man to take it easy, and if he wanted to fight with words rather than force, that was all he needed to do to restrain him.

When the fat man heard my cry, he grabbed the old sheepskin and rolled away. He came into contact with the heavy pressure of the human body pressurizer and dragged him deep into the secret room, far away from the copper box. I looked first Taking a look at Ding Sitian's condition, she was still sleeping deeply, and then I went over to pat Lao Yangpi's back and rub her chest.

After a while, Lao Yangpi screamed, and the blood that had been stagnated in his chest finally began to flow. He took a few deep breaths and said to the fat man: "Oh... what do you want, baby?" Take my life away..."

I saw that Lao Yangpi's mind was much calmer than before. I could ask him questions, but this secret room was not a place to stay for a long time. I carried Ding Sitian on his back, escorted Lao Yangpi, and stepped over the chopped corpse ginseng remains. When I got to the outside, I found a relatively clean and safe place to light a candle, and then I said to him: "You almost killed us all just now. Now you should speak clearly. What happened to your brother Yang Erdan?" ?Why is he dressed like the gangsters who dug graves? Didn't you say that he was forced by the gangsters to lead the way to Baiyan Cave? I realized something was wrong from the very beginning, a traitor from Ni'erhui When we go to the Japanese ghost's secret research institute, are we going to find a sheepherder who has never been into the Hundred-Eyed Cave to lead the way? You've been lying to us from the beginning."

I said to Lao Yangpi that he bowed his head in silence. I don’t know the reason why he chose to remain silent, whether it was because of his guilty conscience or for other reasons, but it would not work if he didn’t explain it clearly. If he couldn’t understand this matter, everything else would have to be put aside. I asked the fat man to pay attention to his working methods and let go of the old sheep's skin first. The fat man then showed his righteousness to the old sheep's skin, starting from the international situation, the domestic situation, and the proletarian cultural revolution. Inevitability, he also said that the reactionaries are bound to go from destruction to destruction, hoping that Lao Yangpi will not cut himself off from the people, and the fat man also expressed his attitude. For the revolution and the people, he will be shattered to pieces, and his red heart will always be towards Chairman Mao, and he will never Former bandits and traitors are allowed to infiltrate the ranks of poor and lower-middle peasants, and they must sacrifice their lives to defend the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution launched by Chairman Mao.

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