There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 161: Well burial

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"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve people!"

At this moment, Fang Zheng heard movement at the door, and Fang Zheng subconsciously tightened his muscles. He clenched the handle of the knife, ready to exert force at any time, and turned his head to look towards the door.

At this moment, a figure outside the door walked into the noisy wooden house.

The visitor, like everyone else in the house, was wearing a workman's uniform from the 1960s and 1970s, but he was taller and sturdier, with a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was serious and majestic.

Fangzheng looked thinking.

It seems that the twelfth person in front of me is the man who appears to be the captain or foreman in the second photo.

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at the picture frame hanging on the wooden wall. As expected, the man in the solo photo looked the same as the man in front of him.

"Since the twelve people have arrived, what about the last one left?"

"That is the person who took the picture?"

As a result, there are only two photo frames on the wooden wall, and there is no third photo frame.

"One person missing?"

"One frame missing?"

Fang Zheng frowned slightly, not right!

If you say you are a photographer, the two photo frames hanging on the wall are suspicious and illogical.

The photographer must have arrived here.

And I lived with the twelve miners in front of me for a long time, and became familiar with them.

I just don't know why, but the person taking the picture didn't show up in this rest house.

Fang Zheng's inspiration suddenly flashed.

I thought that the old man living alone in Menqian Village who died of illness on the bed and whose body was black and stinky for several days was not found. Isn't he the photographer of the thirteenth person?

Otherwise, why would you secretly dug such a hidden secret road in your own dry well, leading to the three wooden houses in the Hei Xia Zi Lin?

If this is the case, then everything will make sense.

Fang, just like the same bystander, watched the replay of memories in front of him, and watched these miners who had been exhausted all day talking in a loud voice, but he couldn't understand a word from beginning to end.

This made Fang Zheng gradually lose his patience.

"The King of Heaven Covers the Tiger?"

"Changwei Calling Laifu?"

"Can't you really see me and hear me?"

Fang Zheng was thoughtful, suddenly, he was about to lift a knife and slash at someone to try to see the reactions of these people, but at this moment, the tall captain who entered the house last spoke.

There are actually some dialects from the local dialect of Zhoushi, and Fang Zheng takes a halt in his hand.

In that era, Putonghua had not yet been fully popularized. The true popularization of Putonghua across the country should be around the millennium, so it was far from popularization in the 1960s and 1970s.

And Zhoushi was just a small city decades ago.

"Li Fugui, what about the fake foreigner who came from the big city?"

This is the captain's original words roughly translated by Founder after a little thought.

After all, the time is too far apart. Nowadays, Putonghua has been popularized all over the country, and all local dialects are seriously lost. It is very good that Fangzheng can barely understand it.

The man named Li Fugui was a sleek man in his thirties with a rich mole on the corner of his brow. He began to ask other people around him in a dialect that Fang Zheng couldn't understand.

Fangzheng guessed that these eleven ordinary miners should be villagers recruited from nearby villages, so that he could not understand the dialects spoken by these villagers.

Soon, Li Fugui inquired about the news. He spoke the local dialect of Zhoushi with a strong local accent. Founder half relied on guessing, and half relied on the blind Mongolian after the context. Li Fugui roughly said: "Da Niu said , The fake foreigner went down into that ancient well again."

"Today, when we dug out that dry and abandoned ancient well, the fake foreigner was so excited that he kept chattering and nervous. These fake foreigners are also real, aren’t they the wells that the ancients drew? , That is, it looks a little strange, narrow on the top, wide on the bottom, like a tic tac toe, just like never seen the things left by our ancestors, as rare as a big treasure."

"Brother Ping, our team is the first team to dig out the ancient well that the fake foreigner is looking for. Do you think the fake foreigner will fulfill his promise?"

When Li Fugui said the last sentence, the expression on his face became more and more excited, which was uncontrollable excitement.

The top is narrow and the bottom is wide?

Like Tic Tac Toe?

Fangzheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Isn't this the well burial of the ancient tombs!

The top is narrow and the bottom is wide, like an upside-down horn, this kind of well burial is a place to gather the yin!

Also known as the Horn Urn.

Also called forbidden land.

The tombs that are used to bury the evil things, which are detrimental to the Yindey.

The top is narrow and the bottom is wide, which means that the bottom of the well will be suppressed forever, so that the grievances and evil spirits of the buried people will never be dissipated, and it is also that people will never be reincarnation in reincarnation.

The ancients were feudal and superstitions, they believed that people can do evil after death, so they invented the trumpet urn, which is generally used to suppress extremely fierce things, or people who die without a grievance, so as not to come out to seek revenge after death. , Chickens and dogs restless. There are also people who deliberately use this well to suppress the enemy, hoping to suppress the enemy.

If the ancients accidentally encountered this kind of burial with a narrow top and a wide bottom, they would run as fast as possible.

No one knows what is buried underneath.

Resentment, evil spirits, yin qi...have been condensing and not dissipating under the coldest yin qi, and it is also unclear what terrifying thing will come out.

The reason why Fang Zheng understands this is precisely because the world is undergoing unimaginable changes in the world, so he usually takes the initiative to learn relevant knowledge.

With a history of five thousand years, the ancients established a complete set of worlds after death.

Where there is gathering yin, there is also a place to disperse yin.

There is one yin and one yang in the world.

The upper narrow and the lower wide are trumpet urns. The opening is small and the sky is not visible. It is a place for banning and gathering the yin, but if it is changed to a wide upper and narrow bottom, it is a place to disperse the yin.

Opening up is beneficial to the accumulation of yang and the dissipation of yin.

The more ancient yin-gathering place is a shaft-style tomb that has appeared in the Shang Dynasty.

But now, the trumpet urn that was most taboo by the ancients and most afraid of bumping into it has not only been dug out, but also people who are not afraid of death go to the yin-gathering place. This is to use the lantern to go to the toilet, purely looking for death.

After listening to Li Fugui’s words, the sturdy man named Ping Si seemed to have thought of something. The pair of Sichuan eyebrows were twisted in an instant, and he immediately sternly said: "Do you know what we dug out today? Messing around!"

"Leave a person alone in a well in the wilderness at night. If something happens to the fake foreigner, who will pay our family wages and food on time at that time, he should not quickly bring the fake foreigner back."

However, Ping Si's voice just fell, booming!

A huge earthquake, even in the wooden house, people can clearly feel the wooden house shaking.

"No good, something big happened!"

At this moment, all the twelve people in the house hurried out and ran out.