My ancestor’s surname is Luo, and he has been robbing tombs for generations. Our village is a large family of the same surname, and all of them rely on the feng shui yin and yang techniques taught by our ancestors and night exploration of ancient tombs. It stands to reason that the secret technique has been passed down from generation to generation, but it is strange that my father has taboo from my contact with these miraculous miracles since I was a child, and asked me to concentrate on studying. And I eventually became the only college student flying out in this village.
On September 13, 2012, I was registering at the provincial university, but suddenly there was bad news-a mudslide occurred in the village of my fellow villager, and the village was instantly swallowed by mud, my father Nowhere.
It was like a thunderbolt and thunder blasting overhead.
With an anxious and complicated mood, I hurried back home tirelessly. Spend a few red tickets in the county seat to invite the local “Ghost Head” Wang Ermazi, the big fat man, and I lead the way.
On September 15th, after a day of trekking, it was dark. We rushed to the Black Lake just a few hills away from the village. With a tiring trend, both legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the shaky skeleton collapsed on the ooze green grass.
In my dream, in the far distance of the Tomb Raider Village, Momo suddenly cries of “Infants and Infants”, with a desperate howling, before my eyes is a mess of corpses, bleeding into a river, countless two The evil dogs with red eyes screamed like crazy, sprinting around on the corpses, and even biting the corpses in groups, like hairy corpses from evil dogs and people with pale expressions. I got out of my mouth, and I could see me tumbling.
The fire, the neighing, the walking corpse, and the shadowy shadows in the distance, seem to be calling me infinitely, as if from the deep desire and desire of the soul, I The spirit of the gods leads into the endless abyss…
I woke up with a start, only a white and terrible moon.
Fatty Wang sat beside him, looking at me without a smile, and said, “What’s the matter, buddy, dreaming of marrying a wife? Why are you sweating? My kidneys are not good! Haha, How about I go to the lake to get you two fat fish to make up.”
I ignored him, took out the photo from the bag, and examined it. The photo is full of charm. In the night, there was a man with a broken left arm. His face was spotted with flesh and blood, and his right hand was clutching a machete. At his feet was a tragic mad dog, just like in the dream-the dog’s round red eyes are particularly striking in the photo .
And beside the dog stood a big stale monument, which read “Grave Robber Village” impressively.
I was looking at the photo with my full attention. Suddenly, a gloomy wind came, and the cold penetrated the bones. In the aftermath, it seemed that a white shadow flashed in the poppies by the lake in the distance. .
The Fat Wang who was still playing haha just now lost his soul, muttering in a low voice: “He… his grandma’s, do you see what that thing is?”
As for the thin man, he turned his head and saw that there was a bloody face on the big crystal last night, staring at him, his muscles blurred, his skin twitched…
And the thin man, has long been gone…