don't touch my ghost

Zhang Han coughed a bit from the smell of low-quality cigarettes in the old van, so he had to open the window a little bit to take a few breaths of fresh air.

The ancient town of An is located in the north, and it can be said that it is the coldest time of the day before dawn in late autumn. As soon as the car window was opened a little, the cold wind came in from the window and poured straight into Zhang Han's neck , Zhang Han shivered from the cold.

"It's so cold, die." The man in the driver's seat stepped on the gas pedal and said impatiently.

Zhang Han apologized, and wrapped his collar tightly. Ji Kai gently tugged at the corner of Zhang Han's clothes, pointed to the handbag and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to add a coat?"

Zhang Han waved his hand to Ji Kai calmly, and glanced out the window at the dark sky before dawn, the rugged country road was completely quiet, and the mature crops in autumn were tall, and shadowy trees stood by the roadside. It sounded a bit chilly, only their dilapidated van creaked on the bumpy dirt road.

Zhang Han turned to move his butt forward a little bit, approaching the driver's seat, and happened to see the man driving with one hand holding the steering wheel, and the other hand took out a cigarette case from his pocket and smoked a cigarette, Zhang Han had quick eyesight and quick hands He picked up the lighter on the passenger seat and carefully covered the fire to help the man light a cigarette.

The man took a deep breath of the cigarette, his face softened a bit, Zhang Han took the opportunity to approach him: "What's your name, big brother?"

"My surname is Chen."

Zhang Han resisted the strong smell of low-quality smoke in the carriage, and continued to say politely: "Brother Chen, you come out to do work so early, and you live near here?"

The driver, Old Chen, smoked a cigarette and said in a flat tone, "Yeah, raising a family is always a bit tiring."

"Then how did you know we were going to the ancient tomb?" Zhang Han finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Old Chen was startled, he lost his grip on the steering wheel, and almost left the lane on the bumpy dirt road: "Us? Are you alone?"

Ji Kai's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he quickly gave Zhang Han a wink, Zhang Han was quite calm, and smiled apologetically: "Oh, there was one person who came with me, and then separated from me, so it's easy to say Oh, a slip of the tongue..."

"Heh, just you young people who don't want to die, I've seen a lot recently." Old Chen's tone was somewhat disdainful.

"What? You mean..." Zhang Han glanced sideways at Ji Kai in shock, Ji Kai's pale face showed a trace of helplessness, and the fiery red cigarette butt on Lao Chen's fingertips flickered in the dark carriage Flashing, revealing an indescribable sense of oppression.

Old Chen then exhaled a puff of smoke rings, and said slowly in a dialect: "Ever since Lao Yangtou's family built a house and unintentionally dug out a corner of the tomb, the village has never stopped... from various news Reporters, archaeological expedition teams sent by the state, until recently more and more strange outsiders kept coming to the village..."

The northern dialect that Old Chen spoke was not that different from Mandarin, and Zhang Han and Ji Kai could understand it easily. They looked at each other in the twilight before dawn, and continued to listen to what Old Chen was saying.

"There are too many people coming in outside, and the law and order are in chaos. People in the village are becoming more and more panicked, but this is not harmful to me. I can make some money by attracting customers in the dark..."

Only then did Zhang Han understand why Lao Chen knew that he was going to the ancient tomb as soon as he came up. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help frowning and muttering, these people who came...

"Tomb robber." Before Zhang Han could think deeply, Ji Kai said it first.

This is often done in movies and TV shows, but it’s the first time for Zhang Han to really be on the scene. The scenes in the movie shots frantically flashed back in his mind. The strange and exciting pictures really made this young man like Zhang Han I was a little excited, but after the adrenaline rush, I realized that the difficulty of going to the tomb this time is estimated to be very high...

Ji Kai probably saw through Zhang Han's thoughts in the dark, and gently shook Zhang Han's sweaty palm.

Zhang Han was brought back to his senses by this grip, and turned his head to look at Ji Kai. Ji Kai looked extraordinarily warm and beautiful in the small space, and Zhang Han curled his mouth towards Ji Kai.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Old Chen spoke first this time.

Zhang Han was a bit stunned by the question, and said casually: "It's hard to say, it depends on the situation, at least stay for a week."

"Do you have a place to live?"

"I'm going to find a hotel...Brother Chen, do you know any reliable hotels nearby?" Zhang Han knew that there might not be any good places to live in Ancient Tomb Village, so he happened to ask a local.

"My wing room includes food and cleaning." Lao Chen dusted off the cigarette ash, then glanced back at Zhang Han, "Two hundred a night."

That old Chen probably thought that Zhang Han was well dressed, so he dared to ask for any price, and even the broken-down rooms in the village dared to be so expensive, Zhang Han murmured to himself that he would really take advantage of the fire.

"You really know how to do business..." Zhang Han raised his eyes and glanced out the car window.

The sky had begun to redden slightly from a deep indigo blue.

— No, it’s almost dawn.

"Okay, I'll stay at your house!" Zhang Han didn't have the heart to negotiate the price anymore, so Ji Kai couldn't wait to go door-to-door to find hotels, "Brother Chen, how long will it take to reach the village where the ancient tomb is?"

"Come on, let's have another quarter of an hour."

"Please drive faster..." Zhang Han rubbed his palms anxiously, then bent down pretending to be uncomfortable, "Um... I have a little stomachache..."

Old Chen clicked his tongue, obviously a little annoyed, he didn't care about the soot that was about to fall on his pants between his fingers, after shifting gears, he stepped on the accelerator hard and galloped on the dirt road in the field.

Before the few remaining stars in the sky disappeared completely, the car finally drove into the village.

This should be a village that hasn't been developed much. Facing the glimmer of the morning sun, through the car window, Zhang Han silently looked around in the car.

The sound of the engine woke up the sensitive watchdog, and the barking of the dog and the crowing of the rooster revived the village that had been silent all night.

It may have just rained, and the speed of the car was so fast that the muddy water splashed by the tires of the car was thrown onto the dogtail grass beside the road.

This village is very primitive, not even a serious concrete road.

After driving about two miles into the village, Lao Chen stopped the car beside a mud house piled with chicken coops.

"Here we are." Old Chen angrily turned off the engine, opened the car door and pointed to a small side door next to the earthen house, "There is paper in the toilet."

There was no other way, so Zhang Han had no choice but to pretend to go to the bathroom quickly.

Ji Kai also got out of the car, but the sun had already exposed a third of his head, so he had to hide under the eaves for a while, and looked at Lao Chen in the dim light of the morning.

Lao Chen is a dark middle-aged man. He looks like a farmer who has been working in the fields for many years. He has deep forehead lines on his forehead. Although he has a bad temper, he looks simple. Helping Zhang Han carry off the handbag, he turned his head and went to the West Wing. Ji Kai quickly floated over and followed into the room.