Origin Chapter 5: The spooky skeleton

Hearing Hua Shirt's shout, the two hurriedly turned around, only to see Hua Shirt standing by the pit with a ghostly look. Because he was too frightened, he threw away his mobile phone, and almost ran away without turning around.

Seeing this situation, the two walked towards the pit with doubts. If the coffin contained the bones of a dead person, Hua Xian would never be scared like this, because he knew that the coffin was a dead person before he took the picture, so it can be seen that , this guy probably saw something unexpected.

However, judging from the details of the flower shirt running without turning around, the contents of the coffin were no more frightening to the flower shirt than being threatened to break both legs.

Seeing the two of them walking this way, the flower shirt waved eagerly, "Come and see, come and see."

"What?" Wu Zhongyuan asked casually.

"Your master, your master..." Hua Xie hesitated.

Wu Zhongyuan was already puzzled. Seeing the expression of the flower shirt, he became more and more puzzled. The reason why this guy hesitated was undoubtedly considering the vocabulary, lest he might offend the two masters with the wrong words. This also shows that the coffin is still human. Bones, is there a male corpse in the coffin that has never rotted?

Eager to know the truth, Wu Zhongyuan walked quickly. When he got to the pit, he lowered his head and looked down. At first glance, his brows were wrinkled. It turned out that his guess was wrong. , This skeleton is the skeleton of an adult male. It is 90% similar to humans. The difference lies in the face. To be precise, it is the mouth. , but the beak of a bird, about ten centimeters long, grayish-yellow in color, sharp and sharp, very similar to the beak of a falcon raptor.

While Wu Zhongyuan looked down, Lin Qingming was doing the same thing. After looking at the situation in the coffin, the two looked at each other suspiciously again. The skeleton in the coffin is really weird, and it's no wonder that the flower shirt is frightened. The soul is not possessed.

At this moment, Hua Xie still thinks that the corpse in the coffin is the master of the two of them, "How did your master become... oh, I see, your master is a Taoist priest, this is a feathered into an immortal."

If you deny that the corpse is not your master, it will lead to the real burial place of your master. Wu Zhongyuan was still worried. Hearing Hua Xie's words, he immediately got off the donkey down the **** and gave Hua Xie a secret look. "The secret cannot be leaked."

"I understand, I understand, I understand, I understand." Hua Xie nodded again and again.

There is a lot of noise from the engine, and the gangster driving the excavator can't hear what the two are saying, but seeing the difference in the expressions of the three, he curiously leans out of the cab and wants to visit the bottom of the pit. Condition.

Seeing this, Hua Shirt hurriedly yelled, "It's bad luck to see dead people, go in, go in."

The gangster was driven back to the cab, and Hua Xie looked at Wu Zhongyuan with inquiring eyes.

Because the wound on his head has been bleeding slowly, Wu Zhongyuan felt a little dizzy, and he didn't want to delay further research, and waved his hand to the flower shirt, "Buy it again."

"My cell phone." Hua Xie pointed at the coffin in the pit. Because he was too nervous before, he took off his cell phone while taking pictures and just fell into the coffin.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to go down, "Even if you pick it up, can you still use it?"

As soon as Wu Zhongyuan finished speaking, Lin Qingming's voice came from the side, "Come here."

Wu Zhongyuan turned around and walked over. When he approached, Lin Qingming pointed to the half-section of the coffin lid hanging on the bucket's grabbing teeth and motioned him to watch it carefully.

After looking closely, Wu Zhongyuan looked at Lin Qingming suspiciously. Coffins are rare now. Few people are familiar with this kind of thing, but the two of them are very familiar with this thing, just because the master used to be in front of them before his death. According to the theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, iron tools are murderous, so the coffin cannot be nailed, but must be fixed by mortise and tenon. The lid itself is made of local oak wood, which is the same material that Master used when he built his own coffin, and the style of the mortise and tenon is also the same, which means that the coffin was probably buried when Master was alive.

Who is the corpse in the coffin and what is its relationship with Master, the two of them don't know anything, because Master never mentioned this matter before his death.

After a brief glance at each other, Lin Qingming gave Wu Zhongyuan a wink, and the two of them worked together to remove the half of the coffin lid from the digging bucket and carried it to the side of the pit.

"Mobile phone." Hua Shirt was still thinking about his mobile phone.

"Don't ask for it, just give it to my master." Wu Zhongyuan was reluctant to help him get it back, mainly because he was afraid that the mobile phone of Hua's shirt had already taken a photo before he lost his hand.

"It's okay to send, but if someone calls me, the old man must not answer it." Hua Xie grimaced.

Wu Zhongyuan was too lazy to answer, so he leaned down to the bottom of the pit and picked up the phone. He wanted to put it in his pocket temporarily, but at a glance, he found a white jade-like object in the coffin, so he threw the phone to The flower shirt above, while the flower shirt was connected to the phone, picked up the white thing and put it in his pocket.

He did this purely out of curiosity. Lin Qingming naturally saw it, but he didn't stop it, jumping down and putting the coffin lid back on together with him.

After jumping out of the pit, Wu Zhongyuan stumbled again. The wound he suffered from the stick on his head was quite serious. Although a simple bandage was applied, the wound was still bleeding slowly.

Lin Qingming stretched out his hand to support Wu Zhongyuan, turned his head to look at Hua Shirt, "Turn on the phone."

Hua Shirt vaguely guessed what Lin Qingming was looking for, hurriedly entered the password, and handed over the phone, "I didn't take a picture, I didn't take a picture, the secret must not be revealed."

Lin Qingming didn't answer. After confirming, he returned the phone to Hua Xie.

Hua Shirt turned around and shouted after taking the phone. The excavator started to fill in the soil. This big guy dug fast and filled it quickly.

Hua Shirt is guilty and timid. After filling the pit, he folds his hands together and bows to the coffin.

"The two trees were dug up and moved, and they were all turned over within 100 meters." Lin Qingming said in a deep voice.

Hua Xie agreed, and didn't ask why, because he knew that Lin Qingming did this because he didn't want others to know the specific location of the two masters' burial, but he didn't know that the one in the coffin just now was not the two masters.

The excavator was busy, and the two went to the ruins of the house to search for available utensils.

Wu Zhongyuan lost too much blood and had no strength. After moving a few stones, he felt exhausted and sat down from a corner of the ruins.

Flowered shirts came to worship from the east, ran over to bow at the ruins, and then leaned close to Wu Zhongyuan with a shy face, "Hehe, hehe, little brother, ah no, little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, I'm really blind. Eye, I collided with the gods, I will pay, I will pay more, do you think?"

"Are you afraid of retribution?" Wu Zhongyuan is not good-natured, no matter how good-natured he is, he will not be polite to those who demolish his own house, not to mention that he is not a good-natured person.

"Afraid, afraid." Hua Xie nodded awkwardly.

"Demolishing the houses of the living and digging the graves of the dead are the things that hurt Yin the most. If you really believe in retribution, you shouldn't be earning this kind of money to cut off your descendants." Wu Zhongyuan said.

Wu Zhongyuan said it harshly, and the flower shirt trembled with fright. In fact, he didn't believe in retribution before, but now he believes it. The reason why he believed it was because he saw the corpse with a bird's beak. This vision coincides with the legend of the Taoist priest who has become a fairy after his death. After the death, he became a bird, or at least he thought so.

"I'll send someone the money right away." The only way Hua Xie could think of atonement was to give money.

Wu Zhongyuan is a little moved. People care about what they need. In all fairness, the two do need money.

Wu Zhongyuan hesitated, but Lin Qingming did not hesitate, "We should give us a penny. It's not ours, we don't want a penny."

Hearing Lin Qingming's words, Hua Shirt became more and more frightened. He also found that Wu Zhongyuan was better at talking than Lin Qingming, so he looked at him with pleading eyes.

Wu Zhongyuan tilted his head aside, not looking at the floral shirt. Although the two were only three years apart, he listened to Lin Qingming's words very much. Since Lin Qingming said no, he definitely couldn't.

"The little path is long." Hua Xie felt guilty and fearful, and bowed to Wu Zhongyuan again.

Seeing that the fright was almost gone, Wu Zhongyuan said, "Okay, don't be afraid. Seeing the light once won't affect the master's emergence. If the corpse is seen again, you can wait for the disaster to your descendants."

When Hua Xie heard this, she was both happy and scared, "Don't worry, from now on, I will send someone to watch it every day."

"Are you afraid that others won't be suspicious?" Wu Zhongyuan shook his head helplessly.

"What should I do then?" Hua Shirt was at a loss.

"Okay, okay, you can do it." Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand impatiently.

While the two of them were talking, Lin Qingming kept rummaging through the ruins. Almost everything that could be used at home was smashed, and nothing was picked out. The only gain was a bundle of books. Book.

Lin Qingming walked out of the ruins and put the bundle of books beside Wu Zhongyuan, "I don't have time to read it, and there is no place to put it on the mine, so you can take it."

"Where did it come from?" Wu Zhongyuan patted the dust on the book.

"It may have fallen from the ceiling." Lin Qingming said casually.

After taking the dust off the top, I saw a thread-bound "Tao Te Ching" on the top. This bundle should be the Taoist scriptures that Master collected when he was alive.

"Brother, I'm a little tired, let's go." Wu Zhongyuan said, in fact, he was not tired, but apathetic caused by excessive blood loss.

Lin Qingming nodded and walked towards the motorcycle. Wu Zhongyuan carried the bundle of scriptures and walked behind.

"Are you going now?" The floral shirt followed.

"Why do you still want to keep us for dinner?" Wu Zhongyuan was annoyed.

"I'm afraid the two of you won't appreciate your face." Hua Xie sneered.

"You're right." Wu Zhongyuan said.

Lin Qingming started the motorcycle, Wu Zhongyuan sat on it, and the motorcycle went down the mountain and went east.

Watching the two go down the mountain, Hua Shirt turned back and shouted to the excavator, "Just grab a piece of land, you really have to dig three feet in the ground, hurry up and leave, you've been down for eight lifetimes of blood mold. ."

Not long after, the motorcycle left the village road and went to the town road. Wu Zhongyuan said, "Brother, what do you think is that thing in the coffin? What does it have to do with our master?"

"Master didn't tell us before his death, he just didn't want us to know, so don't ask." Lin Qingming said.

Wu Zhongyuan couldn't hold back his curiosity, and said, "Did you find that the man was buried naked? If he was wearing clothes, there would be no trace of rot."

"What did you take from the coffin?" Lin Qingming asked without answering.

Wu Zhongyuan took out the piece of white object from his pocket and examined it carefully. It was in the shape of an oblate shape, with an irregular shape and a smooth surface.

"A small pebble may also be jade." Wu Zhongyuan showed it to Lin Qingming.

Lin Qingming has no interest, riding a motorcycle without squinting, "Don't take dead people's things in the future."

"Oh." Wu Zhongyuan responded.

When Lin Qingming arrived in the town, Lin Qingming went to a health center and re-treated Wu Zhongyuan's wound. The wound was deep and long and needed stitches, but the needles needed to shave his head. Disinfection and stop bleeding.

I simply ate something from the town. Lin Qingming rode a borrowed motorcycle back to the mine. Wu Zhongyuan took the pile of broken books and got on the bus back to the county.

Soon after getting in the car, Wu Zhongyuan fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I was surprised to find that I was no longer in the bus, but lying on a hospital bed.

The ward is very big, and there is only one of his beds. There are dozens of doctors and nurses standing around the bed, all of them are quite old.

"Why am I here?" Wu Zhongyuan sat up suspiciously.

"You are infusion, don't move," an old nurse with two bars on his hat stepped forward and said, "You fainted in the car, and the driver brought you to the hospital."

"Oh." Wu Zhongyuan nodded. After nodding, he found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, "Why are you looking at me?"

No one answered.

Wu Zhongyuan was a little nervous under the strange gazes of everyone. If it was just a simple trauma, it would be impossible for so many doctors to come, "Did I have something bad?"

"That's not true," a tall and thin old doctor walked to Wu Zhongyuan's bed. "Young man, let me ask you something."

"What?" Wu Zhongyuan became more and more nervous, because he could see that the old doctor was very excited even though he spoke very kindly.

"Have you ever had a blood test since you were a child..."