Otherworldly Merchant

“My father seemed to tell me that he had been burglaring graves for years, and that bead was the wealth he had accumulated for years," he said.

When he left home, he also wanted to find the bead... "

I am confused that tomb theft is not a way to become rich, but it is easy to get people into a healthy life. How could his father end up like this after all these years out there? Saved a pretty bead.

I think that bead is definitely worth a lot of money.

I asked the teenager if he could go outside with the bead and find someone to identify him. I'm not familiar with the grave-theft business, and I think that bead might have something to do with it.

The teenager hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: “I don't know what to do, if you think it works, just take it away! Before you go, I hope you can nail my father's body with a peach stake. This is his last wish...”

I patted him on the shoulder and told him not to get too sad. If the peach stake nail never survived, it was a feudal superstition.

The teenager sighed: "I hope so! ”

In fact, after my careful reflection, combined with the complex geographic environment here, I have basically figured out why the teenage father asked him to do this.

The T-shirt man told me a lot about the Feng Shui Bureau, one of which is called: 'Crucified Pile, Grave Pressed Grave’.

To crucify a stake is to crucify the body with a peach wood stake. And the so-called grave-pressed tomb is that there are graves underneath the tomb.

The father of a teenager wants to build the tomb at the top of the mountain, which means that almost all the tombs will be crushed by his tomb, which naturally generates endless resentment!

And it's all about the teenage father.

Plus, he was nailed by a peach stake, his soul could not be impregnated, and the torment could be known...

Unless he was self-inflicted, I don't understand why he left such a suicide note to spoil his body.

The first thing we do when we get back is go to the graveyard. Peach stake We are ready, according to the juvenile, first give the father a nail, before the father's body goes down the mountain to disturb the people.

Wait till we bring the beads, find a solution, and give his father the extra time.

But when we went back to the village, we found that the villagers were all surrounded by teenagers.

I got nervous, didn't the body come down the hill again?

The teenager burst into the crowd crying.

But when he rushed in, he stood still, his voice trembling, and he asked the folks what was going on.

I knew it would be different than we thought, so I squeezed it in.

As a result, the scene in front of the teenager's house stunned me!

He actually died in front of his house, and two strangers died.

The two strangers were dressed in coarse cloth and lay in a scarlet bloodbath. His face was gloomy, his mouth was open, and there were several holes in his neck, and his blood poured down as he grunted along his neck.

Juveniles retreated to their side in awe and asked the townsfolk who they were and why they died outside their homes.

A black villager asked, "Doll, don't you know these two? ”

The teenager shook his head immediately: "I don't know. Where do I go to meet him? ”

If the villagers think about it, they say, "These two people came down from the mountains. When we heard the scream, we hurried out to see it. As a result, the two men were falling and crashing down the hill, and there was a shadow behind them, too far away to see if your father was chasing them. ”

“But we saw them holding the night pearl in their hands, and the shadow took the bead and turned away. And the two men died at your doorstep in a skewed manner..."

“Are they here to steal beads?” The teenager was shocked.

The villagers nodded: “I suppose so, otherwise what are you doing here in the middle of the night? ”

“Humph!” the teenager cursed. “They deserve to die. Can they touch the beads? ”

I suddenly knelt down and gently removed a corpse's clothes.

Li Mazi immediately came and asked: "Brother Zhang Jia, what are you doing? ”

I took a deep breath: “Look what this is...”

After that, I pulled something off the waist of the body and threw it in front of Li Mazi.

It's a metal tool that can be long or short and has a curly shovel shape on its head. I knew at first glance that this was a Luoyang shovel.

Li Mazi also recognized it. He was shocked: “Luoyang shovel? This grandson is a grave thief? ”

“Yes!” I snapped. "I seem to understand what's going on. ”

The teenager was excited to say, "Brother, what the hell is going on? You tell me more. ”

I laughed mysteriously: "The sky must not be divulged. Let the villagers disperse! We'll take care of things here, and nothing like that will happen again. ”

The townsfolks were still upset and asked me who I was and why I dared to vouch for them.

I said I was a teenager and invited me to deal exclusively with these god ghosts. Give me a week to ensure a successful resolution.

The townsfolk wanted to see the noise and refused to leave. Until I said that the breath of the living here was too heavy and could cause the corpses to change, the townsfolk were just soaking up.

As soon as the townsfolk left, the teenager closed the door and asked frightened if I wanted to call the police. Dead people, if we can't handle this big thing, we all have to go to jail.

I said it was natural to call the police, but now is not the time.

As a matter of urgency, or do you want to figure out why these two victims risked their lives to take this bead?

I think the two deceased, who seem to know the father of a teenager, and that bead, is also of great use to their tomb thief.

Unfortunately, the two of them are dead and trying to get a message from them is a nightmare.

We went through the bodies again, and finally we found a few pictures of them. In the photograph are the photographs of three people, two on the left and two on the right, standing in the middle, suddenly the father of a teenager!

Behind them is a mountain with a newly dug burglar hole at its foot.

This photo should have been taken at the burglary site.

The father of the teenager knew the two deceased, and from the way they pulled their shoulders together, the relationship should be good.

So I showed them to the teenager.

The teenager looked at the father in the photograph and wept silently.

Several people were covered in dirt, and there were dried buns and old pickles on the ground, which made it clear that their lives were very difficult.

But after a while, the teenager suddenly wiped his tears dry and stared more closely at the photograph.

I subconsciously felt that the teenager seemed to see something catty in the photograph and asked him what was going on?

The teenager said, “Brother, look inside that burglar hole. What is it? ”

“Hmm?”

I frowned and immediately picked up the photo and looked over at the teenager's finger.

At first glance, I couldn't help but tremble.