Chapter 161 Well Burial

"No, not eleven, twelve!"

At this moment, Fang Zheng heard movement at the door. Fang Zheng subconsciously tightened his muscles, grasped the handle of the knife, and was ready to exert his strength at any time. He turned to look at the door.

Just then, a figure entered the noisy wooden house.

Like the rest of the people in the house, they were dressed in the' 60s and' 70s worker's clothes, but they were taller, stronger, and had a thick, wide-eyed chinese face with a serious and dignified expression.

Fang Zheng looked thoughtful.

It seemed that the twelfth person in front of him was the man in the second photo who looked like the captain or foreman.

Fang Zheng turned to look at the picture frame hanging on the wooden wall. Sure enough, the man in the single photo was the same as the man in front of him.

"Since the twelve have arrived, what about the last one left?"

"The person who took the picture?"

As a result, there were only two frames on the wooden wall and no third frame.

"One less person?"

"A frame missing?"

Fang Zheng frowned slightly. No!

If the photographer had not arrived at this place, the two frames hanging on the wall were inherently suspicious and illogical.

The photographer must have arrived here.

He also lived with the twelve miners for a long time and became very familiar with them.

But for some reason, the photographer did not appear in the resting room.

Fang Zheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He wondered if the old man in Front door village, who had died in bed and his body had been black and smelly for days, was the photographer among the thirteenth?

Otherwise, why would he secretly dig out such a hidden secret path in his own dry well and go straight to the three wooden houses in Black blind forest?

If that was the case, then everything would make sense.

Fang Zheng was like a bystander, watching the memory replay in front of him, watching the miners who had been working hard all day, talking loudly, but he could not understand a word at all.

This gradually made Fang Zheng lose his patience.

"The heavenly king covers the earth tiger?"

"Chang wei calling fu?"

"Can't you really see me, can't you hear me?"

Fang Zheng was thinking, and suddenly, he was about to raise his knife and chop at a man, but at this moment, the tall captain who finally entered the room opened his mouth and spoke.

It was a dialect similar to the local dialect of zhou city. Fang Zheng paused.

At that time, mandarin was not fully popularized, and the real popularity of mandarin throughout the country should be around the millennial, so it was still very early in the sixties and seventies.

A few decades ago, zhou city was just a small city.

"Li Fugui, where's that fake foreigner from the big city?"

This was the captain's original sentence that Fang Zheng roughly translated after a little thought.

After all, it was too long ago, and mandarin was now widely spoken throughout the country. Some of the native dialects were lost so badly that Fang Zheng could barely understand them.

The man called Li Fugui was a man in his thirties with a rich mole at the top of his famous eyebrow. He began to ask about other people around him. It was also a dialect that Fang Zheng could not understand.

Fang Zheng guessed that the 11 ordinary miners should have been recruited from the nearby villages, so that he could not understand the dialect of the villagers.

Soon, Li Fugui heard the news, speaking in a Zhou city dialect with a strong local accent. Fang Zheng was half guessing, half blindly following the back and forth connection. Li Fugui roughly said, "Big bull said that the fake foreigner went down into the old well again."

"When we dug out that dry and abandoned old well today, the fake foreigner was so excited that he kept mumbling about it. These fake foreigners are really, aren't they just wells dug by the ancients? They just look a little strange, narrow on top and wide on the bottom. They look like well characters, as if they haven't seen what our ancestors left behind. They're as rare as picking up some big treasure."

"Brother Ping Si, our team is the first to dig out the ancient well that the fake foreigner is looking for. Do you think the fake foreigner will fulfill his promise?"

When Li Fugui said the last sentence, the more he said, the more excited he became. It was an uncontrollable excitement.

Narrow up and wide down?

Like a well?

Fang Zheng's pupils narrowed slightly.

Isn't this the well burial of the ancient tombs?

The horn, which was as narrow as the top and as wide as the bottom, was like an inverted button. This was a place of gathering yin!

Also known as the forbidden land!

It is used to bury the evil spirit, which is harmful to the Yin de tomb. It means to suppress the bottom of the well forever, so that the resentment and evil spirit of the buried people will not disappear forever. It also means that people will not be reincarnated forever.

The ancient feudalistic superstition believed that people could still make mischief after they died, so they invented the trumpet jar, which was usually used to suppress the most ferocious things, or the people who could not swallow their grievances, so as not to come out to seek revenge after death, and the chickens and dogs were restless. Some people deliberately used this well to suppress their enemies, hoping to suppress them, never see the light of day, never reincarnate.

If the ancients accidentally encountered this kind of narrow well burial, they quickly ran as far as possible.

No one knew what was buried underneath.

Resentment, evil spirit, and yin qi... Have been lingering under the coldest ground of yin qi, and it is also unclear what kind of horror will come out of it.

Fang Zheng knew all this because the world was in a state of unimaginable treachery, so he usually took the initiative to learn about it.

Five thousand years of history, the ancients established a complete set of post-death world.

Where there is a place to gather yin, there is a place to disperse yin.

In this world, one yin and one yang, yin and yang are mutually complementary.

The upper narrow and the lower wide are loudspeaker jars, the opening is small and the sun is not seen. It is a place of sealing off and gathering yin. If it is changed to the upper wide and the lower narrow, it is a place of dispersing yin.

Opening a large mouth is good for yang qi to gather and yin qi to dissipate, similar to the magnifying glass principle in life.

The more ancient yin gathering place was the shaft tomb that had already appeared in the shang dynasty.

But now it is the loudspeaker jar that the ancients most taboo, most afraid of bumping into. Now it is not only dug out, but also people who are not afraid of death go down to the underworld. This is to play lanterns and go to the toilet, purely looking for death.

After listening to Li Fugui's words, the sturdy man named Ping Si seemed to have thought of something. The pair of sichuan eyebrows immediately twisted together and immediately shouted sternly, "Do you know what we dug up today? What a joke!"

"Leave a man alone in a well in the wilderness in the middle of the night. If anything happens to the fake foreigner, who will pay our family on time and give us food? Hurry up and bring the fake foreigner back."

However, Ping Si's voice had just dropped and rumbled!

There was a huge explosion, and even in the cabin, one could clearly feel the house shaking.

"No, something big has happened!"

At this moment, all twelve people in the room rushed out.

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