Here Lies The Wicked

Straight down to the bottom of the well, it was found that there was no conceivable build-up of water downhole.

The wet air he had previously felt underground was heavy because underground soil heat conduction was slow, and the deeper it went, the slower it was.

Instead, the heavier the steam.

“Something's wrong! ”

It was found that the cold temperature below the well was too different from the outside world. Even if he felt a little shady, if the average person accidentally entered the bottom of the well, he was afraid that it would be cold to enter the body, and he was seriously ill.

It seems that this well is indeed something that has been buried before.

However, when he was searching for a small downhole with a cell phone flashlight, he found that there was no coffin, or remains of the dead, as he had imagined.

The frontal color is stiff.

For a long time, the coffin had already decayed, but at least some of the coffin slab remains, not all of them disappeared.

If it's not a coffin per se, should it be left with a human skeleton after death?

How many pieces of fabric should be left even without the skeleton?

It can't be nothing.

This is a trumpet jar, a place of agony, an ancient feudal superstition, usually buried only the angry and angry transgressors. But at this moment, no coffin was found.

More than that, it has been discovered that not only have no dead people been buried underneath the well, but even the bodies of fake foreigners who were buried alive decades ago have disappeared.

That's a bit of a fantasy.

He was searching again, and he really found something new.

“Well, this is...”

“Was it not a man who was buried here, but something in this wooden box? ”

Found a slightly wet dark soil under his feet, buried in a wooden box that was the same color as the dark, because the two colors were so close that he ignored them and didn't find them first.

The wooden box is obviously already heavily decayed and is about to rot. No wonder he ignored it at first sight.

Square held a white-shaking cell phone flashlight with one hand, while the other carefully pulled the dirt around the wooden box with a ghost knife.

The wooden box is about the size of a 50cm * 50cm square.

The lid is gone.

Something seems to have been in the wooden box because of the long period of time it has left a shallow pressure mark.

Shh.

The head knife was inserted into the soil at the foot and his palm was drawn against the brush on the inside of the wooden box, as if… is this a mask?

Because the middle is hollow, only the edges have a circle of compression marks, and the size, length, and arc profile of this circle of compression marks are all like human faces?

The human face, the hollow middle, the obvious answer, is a mask.

And looking at the pressure marks, it seems that the material of this mask is not lightweight or lightweight. Is it iron?

Metal?

Look at the wreckage of the wooden box before you get up and sink.

“Horn jars are both shady and forbidden places, capable of suppressing grievances, anger and shame... Horn jars may not only be used to bury people, but may also be used to forbid something scarier than people? ”

“For example, to ban a mask of terror that the ancients saw as a demon? To keep things downhole from going out? ”

Just recalling, before in the woods in the cabin, a detail of the memory repeat was seen.

Decades ago, when Pingsi and the others dug up the well, Li Fugui said it was a dead well, which means that no coffin was found at the bottom of the well, and no one was buried there.

Then perhaps because the wooden box was well buried, no wooden box was found at the beginning.

Until... the fake foreigner photographer, mistakenly entered the bottom of the well, mistakenly dug out the wooden box... Perhaps, intentionally went down to the bottom of the well to look for something, and then finally dug out the wooden box... that year's history, as things were inhuman, had long been unclear, but surely, eventually, the fake foreigner opened the wooden box and got the weird mask that the ancients regarded as the devil.

Fang pulled out the ghost knife, Jiuyang Zhenqi a shock, the surface of the ghost knife contaminated dirt, as much as possible to peel off the powder.

Again, in front of the door village of the wedding setup, trying to kill the painter Peigao family, this well was buried a few decades later, not long before it was dug, it is impossible to be such a coincidence, all the signs pointed to the painter Peigao family has been hunting for the behind-the-scenes.

The man appeared in the village in front of the door, probably not by accident, but in search of what was buried in the well.

The square eyes have a cold color.

He doesn't care what bodies have been buried underneath the well, or what weird historical masks he's wearing.

None of this has anything to do with him.

He just wants to find the person behind the scene, and while he can get rid of the curse on his body, he can also cut off the person behind the scene who keeps doing things.

What was in the wooden box was missing, as were the bodies of the fake foreigners. It was not known whether that person had obtained what he wanted or whether the bodies of the fake foreigners had been buried decades earlier. But since this downhole thing is what the other party has always wanted, and the other party has tracked it down, there must be more clues downhole than there are in front of them, and there must be other clues left.

Soon, Fangzheng discovered something new.

There are several footprints on the bottom of the well that draw attention.

The footprint was shallow enough to be ignored almost immediately, but the square was still recognizable, not his footprint. The footprints were found in front of a well wall, which, if you look closely, was quickly discovered to be somewhat new. He first sank for a few seconds and then struck the well wall with a knife.

Boom!

The knife was as thick as a red rehearsal, and the bottom of the well shook like a thunderbolt, a narrow, crawling hole for only one person, appeared behind the well wall.

The flashlight shone into the pit, which was as long as a dark abyss, devouring all the light, so deep that it couldn't see the bottom, and leading all the way to the distance.

The square-eye glistened.

Looks like someone is trying to destroy the pit, and they don't want the outsiders to know it's down there, and there's this pit.

As soon as Fang looked at the soil in the pit, it was not newly excavated, he instantly figured out why the fake foreigner's body disappeared.

Square knife leaps out of the bottom of the well, sweeps around and quickly finds the direction in which the pit disappears.

When you were trying to turn on the map and search for where that location was, there was no Internet signal in the Black Blind Forest.

After a slight indulgence, the party decided to return to the village in front of the gate first.

The pit below this well is too narrow for ordinary people to pass.

……

Once again, when Fang was taking the underground secret lane and returning to the village in front of the door, man came out of the dead well, the sky had a fish belly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Rural rooster chirps, the sky gradually brightens.

Fang Zheng went directly to Li Laoshen and his wife this time, intending to ask them what was going on with the wedding?

Where did they get it?

What role do they play?

If the house had not collapsed too much last night, a villager would have arrived soon. He should have asked for the two of the three Li couples last night to find out what was going on.