Chapter 002 - Thousand-Year-Old Tomb

　　Hansen looked out the window, the rain has stopped, a few stars can be seen in the cloud crevices, the moonlight scattered, the mountains are hazy. 　　The missing hand bones must still be in the dust at the bottom of the coffin, I only blame myself for being careless at that time, great ancestor ah, not that I intend to be disrespectful to the ancestors, but ...... no, I have to go to get them back. 　　Hansen thought here, stood up, took out the flashlight, another took a cloth bag, carrying a shovel out of the door. 　　The village home has been tied up the door, because the village is not yet connected to the electricity, in order to save lamp oil, the villagers are generally eaten dinner, and then go to bed early to rest. 　　The path between the mountains is rugged, the moonlight appears and disappears, the bamboo forest from time to time "click" sound. Hansheng knows, that is the sound of bamboo plucking. People who study medicine are generally not big believers in ghosts and spirits, but a person walking in the middle of the dark bamboo forest, the heart is still afraid, Hansen really began to regret it at the moment. 　　He shifted the torchlight to the forest, and found many crows squatting on the bamboo branches, staring at him with their small red and evil eyes. He hurriedly took a few quick steps, not daring to look back. 　　Finally out of the bamboo forest, the grave dug during the day was still there, the mound of earth was washed away by the rain, leaving a few small ditches. 　　Hansen tiptoed close to the mound, the moon is hidden in the thick clouds, the world suddenly darkened. 　　The light from the flashlight was weak, and the batteries had been used for a long time. My father always roasted the old batteries by the fire to prolong their use as long as possible, so they must not go out tonight! 　　I must hurry, Hansen jumped into the coffin in the pit without thinking too much. 　　There was a little water in the coffin, stirred with the dust into a sticky mud, Hansen held the flashlight in one hand, the other hand carefully peeled away the thin mud. In the middle of the coffin's floor, he found the end of the metacarpal bone, finally found, and his heart was relieved. 　　He gently pinched the end of the metacarpal bone and yanked out the entire finger bone. In the faint light, a fist-sized hole was revealed. 　　The Golden Well! The Spirit of the Cave ...... 　　I heard my father say that in the past, rich people spent a lot of money to hire a feng shui master to find a good piece of land for a shady house, but most of them just chose an auspicious time to be buried and left it at that, and only extremely powerful feng shui masters knew the art of the golden well. 　　Hansheng stared blankly at the vertical hole in the coffin floor, a cool smell from the hole, that may be the earth's qi. 　　Father said, the well is generally contained in the tomb owner's favorite things, such as jewelry and other valuables. When the Empress Dowager Cixi's coffin in the bedchamber behind the head of the location of a gold well, inside the jewelry countless. 　　The great-grandfather, a poor jianghu bone-setter, actually also has a golden well inside the coffin, so what can be inside? 　　Cold Sheng thought about secretly excited. 　　The night is already deep, the crows probably have gone to sleep, the bamboo forest is silent, occasionally see one or two wandering around the green light, that is the ghost fire, the corpse in the tomb decomposition of phosphorus, in the air spontaneous combustion. 　　Hansheng did not dare to reach directly into the golden well, the flashlight is getting weaker and weaker, can not illuminate the hole in the end how deep. He climbed up from the pit, walked to the edge of the bamboo forest, folded a bamboo pole, stroked off the bamboo leaves, holding the more than one person long bamboo pole back into the pit. 　　Hansheng carefully inserted the bamboo pole gently into the gold well, slowly put down, in the bamboo pole will not reach the top when stopped, it seems that the depth of the hole is also in one person or so. How to do? The flashlight is about to run out of power, the four dark, no one, so silent that even the heartbeat can be heard. 　　Pitch-black night sky, the clouds cracked, the moonlight penetrated down, shining brightly inside the pit, very clear. 　　Hansheng curiosity prevailed, said to do, he turned off the flashlight, copied the shovel. 　　By the light of the moon, a shovel of soil thrown up, silent forest, only hear Hansheng huffing and puffing gasping sound ....... 　　He dug down the bamboo poles along the golden well for nearly an hour or so, the pit was getting bigger and bigger, but nothing was found in the golden well. Even if there is a what a gold ring or earring bracelet is also good, alas, he sighed, clenched his teeth and continued to dig down. Suddenly, he heard a hollow, thick sound, and the tip of the shovel touched a substance different from the soil. 　　Hansen squatted down, with his hand to brush away the floating soil, moonlight, revealing a layer of white stuff, take down a piece of palm in the palm of the fine look, it was white lime cream, about two inches thick. 　　Hansheng spirit, there must be something underneath! 　　He vigorously shoveled the lime cover, pulled to one side, crouched down and looked again, below is a coffin! 　　Coffin under the tomb ...... 　　He sat down on his butt. 　　Since ancient times, the choice of a shady house is especially taboo under the coffin pressed tomb, which is very unlucky, superstition, the tomb of the pressure of the grievances of the rising into the brake, not only to destroy the feng shui, but also to anger the descendants of the owner of the tomb above, and even bring about the plague of bloodshed. 　　But my great-grandfather's grave was instructed by a master, and even set up a golden well, so how could it be built on top of other people's graves? 　　I heard my father say that the tomb coffins buried in the soil would settle to a certain extent every year, some falling by millimeters, some by inches, varying with the dense structure of the soil. This place is in the mountains, the soil is very dense, if it naturally sinks to a depth of two or three meters, would it not take thousands of years? In this case, the great-grandfather did not even find a tomb under the selection of points, the well is only used to absorb the earth's gas, this place seems to be a piece of feng shui treasure. After thousands of years, there are people who have hit the same point, it is really a coincidence. 　　Hansheng now has no doubt that this is a thousand-year-old tomb. 　　Ancient tomb of the coffin lid is a whole plate, green ochre color, fine texture, through a light aroma, Hansheng know this smell, this is the fragrant camphor wood, containing camphor oil can be insect repellent and moth-proof, so the coffin lid, the old camphor tree must be more than a thousand years old. 　　Hansheng cleared the soil and lime plaster, and finally tried to open the coffin lid. He first bowed three times to the ancient tomb with palms together, performed a great salute, and then shoveled down the shovel. 　　The lid of the coffin, despite the excellent quality of the wood, but after all the age, more or less a little rotten, under the shovel's impact, suddenly cracked a seam ...... 　　Faint red corpse gas escaped from the crack, Hansheng couldn't see this gas at all, he only felt that his nose smelled a sweet flavor, and then his body slowly softened, and he fell down on the coffin board, his face covered in the crack of the lid of the coffin. 　　Under the dismal moonlight, immediately after the red corpse gas crawled out of the gap were dozens of white filaments, twisted and crawled to the face of Hansheng, those fine as mycelium drilled from the nostrils of Hansheng ...... 　　In ancient times, Feng Shui master for people to move the tomb is the most afraid of corpse gas, once inadvertently inhaled, light is sick, heavy is killed, people mostly misunderstood as ghost possession, actually because ordinary people can not see the corpse gas due to the reason, of course, some half-assed Feng Shui masters themselves are also see no. The most evil of the corpse gas, the most evil of the corpse gas, the most evil of the corpse gas, the most evil of the corpse gas, the most evil of the corpse gas, the most evil of the corpse gas. Corpse gas in the most evil when it comes to the red corpse gas, but extremely rare, this gas stained that death, there is no cure. 　　Things in the world, this is a mysterious and unpredictable, where the poison will have antidotes within a few feet of the existence of medicine, as the so-called phases of life is also. This poisonous red corpse gas nemesis, it is the white mycelium, called "white Tasu", is a kind of parasitic fungi in the body of corpses. The growth of this thing is extremely peculiar, must be in the sealed and constant temperature environment only slow development and dormant state, see the air is rapid growth. 　　Chansheng inhaled red corpse gas, should be hopeless, coincidentally, the white dorsal whiskers encountered air from the fissure outward growth, just to meet Chansheng's face, and so drilled from his nostrils, but instead of the poisonous red corpse gas, which is also considered a coincidence. 　　Cold Sheng woke up slowly, he didn't even know that he had just experienced nine deaths. 　　Why did I doze off? He said to himself.