Mortal Prison Chapter 2: The pit

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I don’t believe in ghosts and gods, but the soldiers do.

The grandson was frightened when this happened, and he was a little hesitant at this time.

Seeing this, I was so angry that I kicked him several times and drove him into the car like a mule.

In my opinion, what Brother Jun said is nothing more than wanting us to retreat in spite of difficulties.

It complies with the rules and they can keep it to themselves, so why not?

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The bread was filled with a dull, turbid air, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The waiter was nestled in the back seat, grinning at me with a mouth full of rotten yellow teeth. His eyes were a little dull and the whites of his eyes had turned light yellow. It reminded me of Mr. Lu Xun’s articles that I had read when I was studying. , this is probably what the ignorant Chinese people he describes look like.

There are too many pitfalls, and it will become like this sooner or later.

I have been alone in a dark and turbid tomb all year round, fighting for food with the dead. As time goes by, good people will change.

I have seen this kind of people many times, so I ignored him and sat down next to him with the soldier. He turned and glanced at the back seat. All the tools were prepared by them. They were all in good condition. Needless to say, there was no need to talk about the shovel and rope. , and detonator explosives.

I have a headache. People want to go down into the pit as quietly as possible. They just use explosives to blow up the top of the tomb, don't you!

Those who use this are basically desperadoes.

I think I underestimated these three guys a little.

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At this time, the sky was getting dark, and Brother Jun no longer kept chattering useless words. He probably understood that since I dared to do such a big job, I just had to put my heart and soul into it. There was no use saying a few words, so I ordered the car and set off.

My hometown is surrounded by Guanlui Mountain on all sides. It is a typical mountainous county, but there are many historical relics. Next to the Great Wall, the ancient pass was historically an important pass to resist the northern nomads from going south. It was not until the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties that gradually declined. In the past, there were many nobles who guarded the border here, leaving behind many ancient tombs, even ancient cities, and military villages. They were very old, and most of the things they produced were valuable.

Many of these ancient underground palace tombs are in the deep mountains and are deserted. They are like gold mines buried in the mountains. They are shining and irritating, and the old farmers around who are too poor to survive are all jealous, and they wash their hands one after another. Tomb robbers are rampant, and because of the location of the ancient tomb, it is extremely difficult to catch them.

The pit I was eyeing was also deep in the mountains, about seventy or eighty miles away from where I farmed. The road was very difficult to walk. At the beginning of the drive, there was still a section of road that could be walked, but later on, there was The more than sixty miles of land are all undulating loess mountain roads, and occasionally you can see poor villages still living in cave dwellings.

Brother Jun’s poor grip on the road is really bad. He is wobbling on the mountain road, as if he is about to overturn when following.

Brother Jun was calm. He held a cigarette in his mouth and swung the steering wheel back and forth. It felt like he was driving an off-road SUV, so that the final arrival time was much earlier, at about ten o'clock in the evening. At around 10:00, we finally stopped in a ravine.

Once here, the car can't get in any further, but it's not very far from the pit, only a few hundred meters away.

Brother Jun jumped out of the car, followed by Huzi and the waiter.

They started taking guys out of the car.

I saw everything on the surface, but secretly, Brother Jun was hiding it.

Except for those shovels and explosives, when he was moving things, his coat would occasionally lift up, revealing his autumn clothes, with bulging bags underneath, obviously carrying a gun.

I sighed, but after taking a look to the west, my mind settled down again.

The mountain to the west is where the pit I am eyeing is located.

That pit must be a big tomb!

Why do you say that?

The ancients were buried according to Feng Shui, so we descendants must dig according to Feng Shui when digging holes.

I have been digging graves for seven or eight years and have not learned any other profound knowledge. However, I have gained some knowledge about Feng Shui. With just one glance, I can see how extraordinary this mountain is.

This mountain is called Niu'er Mountain by the mountain people in my hometown. I don't know when the name originated, but it is majestic.

He is the leader in the mountains!

It also deserves this name. Guanchuan Mountain rises from Luliang and has been the place where "kings gather" since ancient times. Niuer Mountain sits in the middle of Guanchuan Mountain and is the main peak here. It stands in all directions and is surrounded by mountains. It is surrounded by dragons and tigers on the east and west sides. There are many hills facing each other in the south. The plains are open within the surrounding mountains. The mountains and rivers meet in the northwest and flow to the southwest. It is definitely a terrain surrounded by mountains and rivers that hides the wind and gathers energy.

As the saying goes, the universe has great connections, and luck is the main factor; mountains and rivers have true temperament, and momentum is the first.

This place conforms to all the proper Feng Shui patterns, not to mention princes, generals, and even emperors. When I first came here, I expected that there must be a big tomb here, so I followed the Qi, and sure enough, I finally found an ancient tomb in the place where the Qi of the peaks condensed. There would be no tombs in the ancient tomb. After the ravages of time, it peacefully almost.

When we look for a tomb, we first look at the ground and then locate the grave.

After the decision is made, it will not be like the novel said, using a Luoyang shovel to dig holes. Who would still use that kind of antique in what age?

We all used metal detectors. I took the detector to test it, and it screamed. There must be a lot of metal objects underground. This is no problem. There must be something.

The more this kind of trap, the higher the chance that Professor Qin will come here. For his kindness, I, Ye Xiaojiu, deserve to go out again, even if I want to seek skin from a tiger.

Anyway, Professor Qin’s whereabouts are unknown, so he should be regarded as a dead horse and a living horse doctor. Wherever possible, I will not let anyone go!

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After packing our things, we headed towards Niuer Mountain.

The forest is silent at night, except for the occasional bird song, which is eerie and permeating.

Soon, we climbed up to Niu'er Mountain. At the top of the mountain, we had a wide view. There were pine trees on all sides, which were extremely tall and weeds grew everywhere.

We've arrived.

The pit is right here.

"Gugu, gugu..."

Brother Jun dropped the thing, put his hands together and put them on his lips, his Adam's apple surged, and he emitted a burst of birdsong similar to a spotted dove.

After a moment, he frowned and put down his hand, looking around with some vigilance.

"Hey, isn't this grandson of the King of Hell asleep?"

Huzi frowned impatiently and said: "It's still early and Night Owl hasn't gone to bed yet. I think he has had too many comfortable days and wants to die."

"Probably not!"

Brother Jun shook his head, put his hand to his lips again, and began to sing bird songs.

This is probably the secret code between them and the King of Hell.

After a while, there was a rustling sound to our left.

I suddenly turned around and saw a dark figure walking slowly towards us in the bushes on the left.

Looking at the figure, that person is the King of Hell who has been watching here.

It's just that it's dark here, and we don't dare to work with an open flame. We're afraid that the mountain guards will find out, which will be troublesome, so we can't see the face of the King of Hell clearly, but his walking posture is a bit weird.

"What are you doing?"

Brother Jun breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hand, and said, "I thought someone was eyeing this place again and you were killed."

"That's not true, I just feel a little uncomfortable these past two days."

The King of Hell walked towards us step by step, his tone was dull, calm, without any emotion. From time to time he raised his hand to scratch his back, and said as he walked: "I don't know why, but my back has been very itchy in the past two days. No matter how much I scratch it, it doesn't work. I have no feeling at all. It's like being under partial anesthesia during the last surgery in the hospital."

As he spoke, he walked out of the bushes and walked directly towards Brother Jun.

"What does it taste like!"

The soldier came close to my ear and whispered: "Why do I smell something like Brazilian barbecue?"

I didn't care to respond to him. I had met the King of Hell before, and he was even more ruthless than Brother Jun. His behavior today didn't look right, and he was already on guard.

At this moment, the King of Hell turned around and turned his back to me.

"Back!!"

I grabbed the soldier and pulled him back quickly.

There is no other reason. The back of this King of Hell is really red and bright. The whole back is bright red and translucent, and it looks like red hot coals.

It’s just that it’s not carbon, it’s human flesh...

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