When Fang Zheng went down to the bottom of the well, he found that there was no water in the well.
The damp and cold air in the ground he had sensed earlier was very heavy because the heat transfer in the soil was slow, and the deeper it went, the slower the heat transfer was.
Instead, the heavier the water vapor.
"Something's wrong!"
Fang Zheng found that the cold air below the well was so cold that he could feel a little cold if he were to fall into the well.
It seems that this well was indeed buried in some sinister thing.
However, when Fang Zheng used his cell phone and flashlight to search under a small well, he found that there was no coffin or dead body as he imagined.
Fang Zheng's face froze.
If the coffin had been rotten for a long time, at least there would be some remains, so that it wouldn't disappear completely.
If there was no coffin, at least there were skeletons left after death, right?
Even if there are no skeletons, there should be a few pieces of fabric left, right?
It's impossible to have nothing.
This is the horn jar.
It's a place of gathering yin.
Ancient feudalistic superstition, generally only buried the angry, suffocating people who died, but at this moment, no coffin was found.
Not only that, Fang Zheng found that not only had no dead people been buried under the well, but even the fake foreign bodies buried under the well decades ago were gone.
This is a little strange.
Fang Zheng went through it again and found something new.
"Well, this is..."
"Is it not a human being that was buried here, but something in this wooden box?"
Fang Zheng noticed that there was a dark wooden box buried in the slightly damp soil under his feet, because the two were so similar in color that he ignored them and did not notice it immediately.
The wooden box was obviously rotten, and it was almost rotten. No wonder he ignored it for the first time.
Fang Zheng held a dazzling white cell phone flashlight in one hand and carefully used the Ghost head knife in the other to pry open the soil around the wooden box.
The size of the wooden box was about 50 centimeters by 50 centimeters square.
The top cover was gone.
There seemed to have been something in the wooden box, because it had been placed for a long time, leaving a shallow impression.
Wheeze.
Fang Zheng stuck the Ghost head knife in the mud at his feet, stretched out his hand and drew a line of ink into the wooden box, as if... Is this a mask?
Because the center was hollow, there was only one ring of indentations on the edge, and the size, length, and arc outline of this ring of indentations, how do they look like the shape of a human face?
The human face was hollow in the middle, and the answer was obvious. It was a mask.
And the impression is deeper, it seems that the material of this mask... It doesn't belong to the category of light spirit and lightness. Is it made of iron?
Metal products?
After examining the remains of the wooden box, Fang Zheng stood up and pondered.
"The trumpet jar is not only a place for gathering yin, but also a place for sealing off. It can suppress resentment, evil spirit, and yin qi. The trumpet jar may not only be used to bury people, it may also be used to seal off things more terrifying than people?"
"For example, sealing off a terrifying mask that the ancients regarded as a devil? Making it impossible for the underground to go out and do evil?"
Fang Zheng recalled a detail from his memory of the cabin in the woods.
A few decades ago, when Ping Si and the others dug up the well to be buried, Li Fugui said it was a dry well, which meant that no coffin was found under the well, and no one was buried under the well.
Then perhaps because the wooden box was well buried, it was not found at first.
Until... The fake foreign photographer accidentally went down the well and dug out the wooden box... Perhaps, he went down the well on purpose to look for something, and finally dug out the wooden box... The history of that year had long been unclear, but it was certain that the fake foreigner opened the wooden box and got the strange mask which was regarded as a devil by the ancient people.
Fang Zheng pulled up the Ghost head knife and the Ghost head knife shook. The soil on the surface of the Ghost head knife crumbled into dust.
It was also the Front door village underworld marriage bureau, the people who wanted to trap and kill the painting Gao family, and it was not long after this well was buried a few decades later, and was just dug up. It could not be such a coincidence that all kinds of signs pointed to the person behind the painting Gao family who had been hunting down.
The reason why this man appeared in Front door village was probably not by chance, but to find what was buried in the well.
Fang Zheng's eyes were cold.
He didn't care what body was buried under the well or what was wearing a strange historical mask.
This had nothing to do with him.
He just wanted to find the person behind the trouble and eliminate the curse as well as the person behind the trouble.
The contents of the wooden box were missing, and so were the bodies of the fake foreigners. Fang Zheng did not know if the person had already gotten what he wanted, or if the fake foreigners' bodies had already been buried out of the well decades ago. But since the thing under the well was something that the other party had always wanted, and the other party had traced it to this point, then there must be more than just the clues in front of him, there must be other clues left under the well.
Soon, Fang Zheng made another discovery.
There were several footprints under the well, which caught Fang Zheng's attention.
The shoe print was so shallow that it was almost ignored when he turned his head, but Fang Zheng still recognized that it was not his shoe print. The shoe print was found in front of a well wall. Looking closely, Fang Zheng soon found that the soil on the wall was a little new. He first pondered for a few seconds, then chopped at the wall.
Boom!
The knife was as thick as red, and the bottom of the well shook violently. The explosion was as loud as a thunderbolt. A narrow hole that only one person could barely crawl through suddenly appeared behind the wall of the well.
The flashlight shone into the hole, which was as long as a dark abyss, devouring all the light, bottomless, and leading to the distance.
Fang Zheng's eyes sparkled.
It seemed that someone wanted to destroy this hole, not let outsiders know that there was such a hole under the well.
Fang Zheng looked at the soil in the hole, but it was not newly excavated. He immediately figured out why the bodies of the fake foreigners disappeared.
Fang Zheng jumped out of the well with his knife, looked around and quickly found the direction in which the tunnel disappeared.
When Fang Zheng wanted to open the map of his phone and search for the location, he found that there was no internet signal in Black blind man forest.
After a short pause, Fang Zheng decided to go back to Front door village first.
The hole under the well was too narrow for ordinary people to pass.
This time, when Fang Zheng took the underground secret road and returned to the front village, people came out of the dry well, and the sky was already white.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
The countryside roosters crowed and the sky gradually brightened.
Fang Zheng went straight to Li laosan and his wife this time, intending to ask them what happened to the ghost marriage.
Where did they get the ghost bride?
What role do they play?
If the house had not collapsed too loudly last night, villagers would have rushed over soon. He should have asked Li laosan and his wife about the situation last night.
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