Here Lies The Wicked

“No, not eleven, twelve! ”

At this time, you are hearing movement at the door, you are aware of muscle tightness, grip the knife handle, ready to work, turn your head towards the door.

At that point, a figure outside the door walked into a noisy cabin.

The visitors, like the others in the house, wore the workers' clothes of the sixties and seventies, but they were taller and stronger, had a strong frown-eyed Chinese face, and had a serious expression on their face and were dignified.

Fair and square.

Looks like the twelfth man in front of you is the man suspected of being the captain or foreman in the second photo.

Turning to the frame hung on the wooden wall, the man in the single photo looks exactly like the man in front of him.

“Now that the twelve have arrived, what about the last one left? ”

“That's the guy who took the picture? ”

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

“One missing? ”

“Missing a photo frame? ”

Square eyebrows slightly wrinkled, no!

If the photographer has not come to this place, the two frames hanging on the wall are highly suspicious and illogical in themselves.

The photographer must have arrived here.

He also lived with the twelve miners in front of him for a long time and was well acquainted.

I just don't know why the photographer didn't show up in this lounge.

The square is suddenly bright and bright.

I wonder if the elderly man in front of the door who died of illness in bed and had dark hair and had not been found for days was the photographer among the thirteenth?

Why else would you sneak out this hidden passage into three wooden houses in the Black Blind Woods in your own dead well?

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

Fang, like the same bystander, watched the memory replay in front of him, watched these tired miners all day, talked in a loud voice, but he could not understand a single word.

This is causing a gradual loss of patience.

“The King of Heaven, the Tiger? ”

“Chang Wei called Lai Fu? ”

“Can't you really see me and hear me? ”

Fang thought, suddenly, he was about to take the knife and chop it to one person to try the reaction of these people, but at this moment, the last captain in the house tall, talked.

There are some dialects that come from the local language of the city, the square hands a beat.

In that era, Mandarin was not yet fully popular, and the true popularity of Mandarin should be around the millennium, so it was long before Mandarin was popular in the 1960s and 1970s.

Decades ago, the city was just a small town.

“Lee Fu-gui, where's that fake foreigner from the big city? ”

This is the captain's original language, which was roughly translated after a little reflection.

After all, time is too long apart, Mandarin is now widely available throughout the country, and there is a serious loss of local language, so it is good to be able to barely understand it.

Called Li Fugui, he grew a rich mole above the corner of his eyebrow. He grew a somewhat smooth man in his thirties. He began to ask other people around him, and he was also a dialect that Fang could not understand.

It was assumed that the eleven ordinary miners, who had been recruited from nearby villages, could not understand the dialect spoken by the villagers.

Soon after, Li Fugui heard the news and manipulated a local dialect with a strong local accent. The square half relied on guessing, and the half on blindness after linking the front and back. Li Fugui roughly said: “Da Niu said that the fake foreigner went into the ancient well again. ”

“Today when we dug out the dry and abandoned ancient well, the fake foreigner was so excited that he kept saying nagging and nervous in his mouth. Are these fake foreigners really, aren't they a well drilled by an ancient people, that is, they look a little strange, narrow up and down wide, like a well word, as if they haven't seen what our ancestors left behind, rarely as if they had found some big baby. ”

“Ping Si, our team is the first team to dig up the ancient well that the fake foreigner is looking for. Do you think the fake foreigner will honor his promise? ”

When Li Fugui spoke the last sentence, the more excited the face was, the harder it was to contain the excitement.

Narrow Down Width?

Like Jingzi?

Square pupils slightly contracted.

Isn't that a well buried in an ancient tomb?

Up, down, down, wide, like an upside down horn, this burial is a place of shade!

Also known as the horn jar.

Also known as the Forbidden Place.

It's something that can only be used to destroy Yin De's tomb.

Upper and lower widths mean that Yongshi suppresses the bottom of the well, so that the resentment and anger of the buried person will never dissipate, and so that people will never be reincarnated in the eternal life.

Ancient feudal superstition, believing that people can still be weird after death, invented the horn jar, which is usually used to suppress the most heinous things, or a whiny dying person, so as not to come out after death to seek revenge, chicken dog restless. Others deliberately use this well to suppress their enemies, hoping to use it to suppress their enemies, never to see the sun, never to reincarnate.

If the ancients accidentally encountered such a narrow and narrow well burial, they would quickly run as far away as possible.

Nobody knows what's buried down here.

Grievances, qi, yin qi… have been condescending beneath the coldest ground of yin qi, it is equally unclear what kind of horror will come out.

It is precisely because of the unimaginable creeps taking place around the world that he usually takes the initiative to learn about them.

Five thousand years of history, the ancients built a perfect set of post-mortem worlds.

Where the shadows are gathered, the shadows are scattered.

The world is full of yin and yang, and the yin and yang are like each other.

The upper narrow down width is the horn jar, the opening is small and the sun is not visible, it is the forbidden, the place to gather the yin, and the change to the upper wide down narrow, is the place to scatter the yin.

The opening is more favorable than the gathering of sun, and the yin gas dissipates.

The more ancient agglomerations are shaft-style burials that have emerged in the Shang Dynasty.

But now, the most taboo by the ancients, the most afraid to bump into the horn, is not only now dug out, but also not afraid to fall into the land of the shadow of death, which is to play the lantern to the toilet, purely looking for death.

After listening to Li Fugui, a strong man named Pingsi seemed to think of something. The pair of river frowns instantly twisted together and immediately drank harshly: “Know what we dug out today? This is ridiculous! ”

“Leave a man alone in a well in the middle of the night in the wilderness. If something happens to the foreigner, who will pay our family for food on time, bring back the fake foreigner. ”

However, Ping Si's voice has just fallen, boom!

An earthquake of tremendous power, even in the cabin, people can clearly feel the cabin shake down.

“No, something big is happening! ”

At this moment, the twelve people in the house, all of them, ran out.