Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 415: You don’t understand, so be my scapegoat!

Is there something extremely valuable in the tomb?

Uncle Zheng is still willing to help us get the important weapon?!

This sounds very tempting.

But I think he said that to distract us.

Don't let us pay attention to the slight noise made by the courtyard gate.

Plus he suddenly stood up and blocked our view.

It is almost certain that someone is eavesdropping outside the courtyard gate!

The people who were eavesdropping were most likely the Zheng brothers!

At this time, Huang Ziran raised his hand and gestured at me twice.

He gestured for me to find out more about the tomb.

I thought about it for a moment and decided to use provocation to stimulate Uncle Zheng.

So he said, "It's not that I don't trust you."

"But you four brothers went down to the tomb, but three and a half died inside."

"You are lucky enough to survive and you are blind."

"I really can't believe in your ability."

Uncle Zheng Er was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

He held the crutch tightly in his right hand and raised it up.

He looked like he was determined to beat me to death.

However, the crutch held in the air did not fall.

His chest heaved violently several times before he finally let out a sigh.

"Ugh!"

The cane fell to the ground with a sigh.

Uncle Zheng Erbo sat down dejectedly like a deflated ball.

"You young man...even though what you said was unpleasant to the ear."

"But it's also true."

"Three and a half of my brothers died there, and I was blind for decades because of it. It's really hard for you to believe."

"But I haven't been eating for free these past few decades!"

"But I think about that tomb day and night!"

"Even in my dreams, I returned to the tomb countless times to save my brother!"

He became excited again and his breathing became so rapid that he could hardly breathe.

I hurried over and patted him on the back.

I picked up the tea bowl and put it in his hand: "Drink some water slowly."

"Let's talk about it after you calm down."

Gumbling.

Uncle Zheng drank the tea in one breath.

Wiping the tea that spilled from the corner of his mouth, he said, "I've been holding this in my heart for decades."

"I dream of breaking open that tomb and bringing out the remains of my two brothers."

"We can't let them rest in someone else's grave!"

Throughout history, there have been countless cases of tomb robbers dying in tombs while robbing.

Speaking of which, this matter is quite taboo.

According to tradition, people should be buried after death.

But he died during the tomb robbing process, and he died in someone else's tomb.

It is equivalent to dying in the victim's home while stealing.

The ghost of the tomb owner will definitely not let the ghost of the tomb robber go.

As a tomb robber, I can understand Zheng Erbo's obsession.

I whispered, "A foreign land is no longer my homeland."

"The tomb robber died in the tomb he robbed. His soul will surely find it difficult to rest in peace."

"I understand your desire to bring back your brother's remains."

Uncle Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You don't understand!"

I was surprised: "Huh?!"

This is in line with what he said.

How can you still be misunderstood?

"Did I misunderstand something?"

"You understand correctly, but you don't understand how it feels to have nightmares every night."

Uncle Zheng Er couldn't help but tighten his coat.

It was an old, coarse cloth garment.

The fabric is quite thick and has many patches on it.

It seemed that Uncle Zheng put it on when he went back to the house to get tea.

He seems to be afraid of the cold?

But it was early September.

Although it is autumn, the weather is still hot.

Even though Uncle Zheng is old, he shouldn't be wearing a heavy coarse cloth coat at this time.

Combined with what he said about having nightmares every day.

I think there's some evil spirit in him.

Tomb robbing is a very strange thing.

Every year, colleagues die in accidents.

You can say that they have bad luck, that they are suffering from karma, or that they are possessed by evil spirits.

Anyway, they all died mysteriously.

So not everyone can do tomb robbing.

At least you have to have a strong life.

If you don't have a strong life, you can't control it. Even if you make money by robbing tombs, you will inevitably end up with a sudden loss.

Well, actually, those who make money through illegal means have to be very lucky...

If you want to make quick money by doing something unconventional, it's best to find someone with experience and experience.

Let me see if your horoscope is strong enough and whether you have the luck to make money through unconventional means.

If you are not lucky enough and don't have any luck in making extra money, it is better to work honestly and make a living.

I continued, "Your nightmares are related to your two brothers who died in the grave?"

Uncle Zheng nodded.

His lips trembled slightly as he said, "I dream of going to the tomb every night."

"At first my two brothers shouted at me for help and asked me to get them out."

"Then the dream changed."

"I dreamt that a tall, dark figure sat on a coffin and used red-hot pliers to pull out my brother's tongue!"

"They rolled on the ground in pain and screamed miserably."

"I felt like I was falling into an icy cave, desperately trying to wake up from the dream."

"But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wake up."

"Instead, while half asleep and half awake, I felt something pressing on me!"

"I'm sure it's the tomb owner's soul weighing down on me!"

"He, he didn't just punish my brother's soul; he wanted to punish me too!"

Zheng Erbo's eyebrows, eyes and nose were squeezed into a ball.

He held the coarse cloth coat tightly with both hands.

I want to wrap myself completely in outer clothes.

He looked like a child who was suffering from misery and had no one to rely on.

Tuk Tuk.

Huang Ziran tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table.

Staring at Uncle Zheng Er with a playful smile.

Then came silence.

The yard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Half a minute later.

Huang Ziran wrote on the palm of my hand with his fingers: Promise him.

His attitude was not what I expected.

After all, the mission of Bureau 749 is to research and solve supernatural phenomena.

grunt.

Uncle Zheng swallowed hard.

He continued, “In a later dream, the dark shadow sitting on the coffin began to crawl out of the tomb.”

"I can't see his face clearly."

"All I could see was him staring at me and smiling with his dark eye sockets without eyeballs!"

"The laughter is as creepy as an owl's!"

"As long as he in the dream crawls out of the grave a little, my health will get worse."

"In my dream yesterday, he, he, he crawled to the gate of my yard!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but shudder.

Suddenly I felt that the temperature in the yard had dropped by several degrees.

I clasped my hands in front of me and rubbed my arms with my palms to increase their warmth.

But the friction not only did not generate heat, but instead gave me goose bumps on my arms.

A bad feeling spread in my heart.

I looked up at the sky.

The night sky was dim with clouds covering the moon.

"hey-hey."

Uncle Zheng Er suddenly smiled strangely.

The pair of white pupils reflected colorful light.

He looked towards the gate with his pupils shining with colorful light.

She whispered softly, "He's here again."

"I saw him out of the coffin!"

"They crawled out through the hole we dug!"

Uncle Zheng Er suddenly turned around and rushed into the room.

The door closed with a bang.

Then there was the creaking of furniture being moved.

He seemed to be blocking the door with tables and chairs.

After the sound disappeared, Uncle Zheng looked at us through the crack in the door.

He shouted madly in excitement: "Be my scapegoat!"

"Hahaha!"

"He's outside the door!"

"Hands are already on the door!"

The moment his shout fell.

The gate made a sound that made my scalp explode.

Gah! ! !

squeak! ! !