Tomb Robbery: Pangu Immortality Pattern

In the mountain villages around Funiu Mountain in Song County, Luyang, Wuxian held an enlarged version of Yang Daguang's photo and began what was thought to be a long journey to find someone.

"Uncle

, ask you about someone, do you know Yang Daguang?" "Yang Daguang, what are you looking for him?" Looking at the innocent with a smile on his face, the uncle's face was full of doubts and doubts.

Seeing this scene, the fat man with an older face as the only one of the four stood up: "Ahem, I'm his leader, he hasn't been to work for a long time, it's not an office passing by here, so let's take a look at what is going on with him."

"Oh, I see, but I'm afraid you're going to come in vain, and he hasn't come back since he was admitted to the university and entered the government unit.

"Is there no one else in his house?"

"Others? Hearing

this, the fat man frowned: "Then where is his house?" "

His house has collapsed a long time ago, and there is only a grave bag left in the old cemetery in the back mountain that does not grow grass."

Hearing this, several people asked about the location of Yang Daguang's hometown and old grave, and then waved goodbye to the uncle.

After a journey of more than ten minutes, the four of them stood in front of a collapsed house, and after a fruitless search, they had to move to the old grave.

The four of them walked out of the village to the barren hill behind them, and after climbing for about five minutes, the way into the mountain was gone.

"Damn, isn't this a toss?" Hearing the fat man's complaint, he sighed helplessly, beckoned a few people to continue to climb the mountain, and after about an hour of difficult travel, the four of them finally saw the cemetery that the old man said in the wild forest halfway up the mountain.

The cemetery was completely deserted, with round graves piled up on the hillside, covered with moss and vines and weeds, and in the middle of the cemetery there were many willow trees to shade the sky.

"I'm Di Niangle, there are so many graves, how can we find them?" Looking at the grave bag with full of sunlight shadows, the fat man couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

"I remember that the uncle said that there is no grass growing in the grave bag of Yang Daguang's family, so everyone looks for it separately. Hearing

what Wuxian said, even if he was reluctant, the fat man could only take a step.

"Found it!"

After a while, the fat man's call reached the ears of several people.

When the three of them approached, they saw a clearing the size of a bathtub with a few weeds.

Looking at the innocent and puzzled eyes, the fat man casually picked up some soil and found some dark red particles from it: "It's this one that hasn't run away, there is fried cinnabar in the mud, so it can't grow grass, this is the ancient tomb repair process." This Yang Daguang must be a peer with us. "

Bang bang ——!

" "Fat man, what are you doing?"

Looking at the fat man who was jumping on the grave of the old Yang family, Wuxian was shocked.

"Find the entrance. "

Looking for the entrance?" Looking

at the innocent man with a puzzled face, the fat man couldn't help but shake his head: "This kind of process can't make the grass grow for seven or eight years at most, but according to what the old man said, Yang Daguang has never come back..."

"

Yes, why do you want Yang Daguang to do this?"

Looking at the fat man with a smile on his face, the innocent brain was running quickly: "There is a tomb underground!" "

That's right, and your third uncle must have been here too." "

Why do you say

that?" "Do you still have that group photo?"

Hearing the fat man's question, Innocent took out the old photo from his arms.

The fat man stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the old photos from time to time, and then took a step: "Look, what is the difference between the place in this background and the place where I stand?"

"What is it called, there is definitely a tomb where your third uncle went. As he spoke, the fat man was about to go down the mountain.

"What are you going

to do?" Looking at the incomprehensible innocence, the fat man rolled his eyes: "Buy guys, otherwise do you want to plan?"

"Fat man." At this moment, Pan Yu, who had not spoken, shook his hand and took out a sapper shovel and a few wolf-eye flashlights.

"Guys, professional!"

"You should be quick, or I'll do it."

Seeing the fat man's face excited, Pan Yu said lightly.

"Don't mind, if you do it, this tomb will collapse!" Two

hours later, just as the sky was getting dark, the gray-faced fat man climbed out of the hole with a wooden plank.

"Quietly, what is this, fat man, I found the thief hole dug by Yang Daguang, let's go!"

Looking at the fat man who drilled back into the thief hole, Pan Yu and the three followed.

The first half of the robbery cave was unusually spacious, and after walking for about a minute, a more spacious thief cave that entered the mountain wall obliquely entered the eyes of the four people.

Climbed down the thief hole for about 20 meters, a small space, there was a small stove, and next to the stove was a pile of split wood, a few bags of instant noodles, empty wine bottles, and not far away was a wall made of red bricks but not poured.

"Damn, as the old saying goes, a big tomb raises three generations, and the dead tomb is still there, should I say it or not, Yang Daguang's family has already made tomb robbery a career.

Seeing this scene, Wuxian stretched out his hand and wanted to push it against the brick wall, but was stopped by Zhang Qiling.

"What's the matter, little brother?"

Zhang Qiling ignored the innocent, just stretched out his hand and wiped it a few times on the side of the brick wall, and then a line of slightly faded red letters appeared in front of several people.

[Tomb of Loving Father Yang Gonggui]

"No? What does this mean?"

Zhang Qiling ignored the fat man, and then continued to wipe the dust.

Or is it because their Yang family eats on this tomb, and they don't want to leave after they die, so they are buried in this tomb?"

Looking at the red letters that appeared in turn, the fat man was suddenly a little confused.

"Think about what to do so much, walk!" Looking

at the fat two who were still thinking, Pan Yu reached out and knocked down the brick wall directly, revealing the low arched tomb road that could only crawl in, and after crawling along the tomb road for about ten meters, Pan Yu fell to the ground and stood up.

"Is this a combination of Chinese and Western?" "Looking at the Western-flavored patterns in the tomb and the glazed tiles pressed by the machine on it, Pan Yu muttered puzzled.

The fat man who got up from the place shone the ground with a flashlight, but only saw a row of spirit tablets against the wall, and rotten sacrifices and a large amount of paper ashes: "It's strange, hey, such a poor tomb, but if you look around, there are so many exquisite murals, only the spirit seat, but no coffin or urn."

"Come and see. Just as the fat man was disappointed, an innocent voice came from a mural.