Don't dare to break with the king [Han Wu Kuai Chuan]

The eerie ballad is very clear in the silent night.

I don't know who got up and shouted: "The prince in the tomb has come back to life!"

At the same time, from the excavated robbery hole, the heads of all the terracotta figurine maids turned around in unison, staring at the group of people who dared to harass the prince's tomb with lifeless eyes that would be drawn.

No matter how daring the tomb robber is, he is afraid of ghosts and gods. He is so frightened that he doesn't even want a shovel, and runs away.

Wei Qing also jumped out of the tree, shouting "Ji'er" and ran towards the entrance of the lighted hole. He was eager to confirm whether Liu Ju's soul was still inside.

"Calm down!" Cen Feng hugged him from behind, and the two rolled down on the grass together, "No one can say whether your nephew will recognize you after more than 800 years, be careful, look at those The tomb robbers are going to be in bad luck.”

Wei Qing looked in the direction Cen Feng pointed, and he saw people's voices and horses neighing from all over the field, and the dilapidated stone men and horses lying on the ground seemed to come to life, rushing towards the tomb robbers.

The gang of tomb robbers were scared out of their wits at this moment, and were driven back to run. At this moment, the song "Dry Fish Crossing the River Weeping" sounded faintly again. With the singing, the originally clear and shallow river suddenly surged. , Like a mountain torrent, the roaring and rushing river swept all the tomb robbers into the rapid current, rushing downstream with mud, sand and stones.

At this time, a red full moon finally emerged from the thick clouds, and the people struggling in the water were horrified to find that there were many ghosts around them who were also struggling in the water and screaming, holding their hands. Swords, wearing the costumes of soldiers of the Han Dynasty, everyone's face showed the horror and distortion before being drowned.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawowowwowwowaawaaaaawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"I remember the faces of these ghosts." Seeing the people and ghosts pushing each other in the distance, Wei Qing patted the grass leaves on his body and stood up with a deep expression, "In that dream, they were The murderer who killed Zhao'er."

"It turns out that this is the truth behind the crying of Shi'er River every night of the full moon." Cen Feng also fell into deep thought, "It's not the sound of the prince crying, but the ghosts of the perpetrators who died in this river The cry of being tortured."

As the river rose, the sand it brought buried the hole dug by the tomb robbers again, the light disappeared, and the singing also disappeared, and the stone men and horses in the grass were still lying around as they were.Everything is the same as before, as if nothing happened, only the bugs in the field are still making soft sounds.

Wei Qing looked at the extremely desolate tomb mound in the moonlight with some sadness, thinking in his heart, Jier, are you still there?Since you entrusted me with the dream, why didn't you want to see us?

"Let's go." Seeing that Wei Qing was still in a daze, Cen Feng couldn't help but took his hand and ran, "You won't be able to wait for the prince's ghost if you wait here, let's catch those tomb robbers first. Bring it to justice."

The movement caused by the river here has long attracted the villagers. They came downstream with torches, picked up all the tomb robbers who were stunned, trapped them in a bunch, and Yuli was leading people to report to the government.

Hearing Wei Qing tell the story of the tomb robber falling into the water, Li Zheng couldn't help sighing, "It turns out that we have misunderstood the story of this river."

"I didn't see Zhang Fuchang's face among those ghosts." Wei Qing whispered to Cen Feng, "In my dream, it was said that I would turn into a ghost and take revenge on these people..."

"Do you suspect that Zhang Fuchang and his gang were killed by the prince's ghost like those soldiers in the water?" Cen Feng asked.

Wei Qing nodded: "In any case, Zhang Fuchang did record his death in Hu County. If he didn't die in that river, he should have died elsewhere in Hu County."

Cen Feng opened his mouth and asked Lizheng: "Old man, think about it carefully, is there any other legends related to the prince in Quanjiu?"

"Actually, many places here are named after Prince Edward. For example, the mountain behind this valley is called Prince Edward Mountain locally. Some people call Shi'er River Taizi River, and there is a flat land called Prince Prince Ping. But these are mostly later. There is no story behind the name of the people attached to the society..." Li was thinking hard, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "Oh, I remembered, there is a bamboo forest behind our village next to the back mountain, and one of the bamboo and It is different from other places, it is the bamboo, I heard from the old people in the village that this is the place where the prince and the two grandsons of the emperor were killed, and the bamboo is covered with blood and tears left by them."

Cen Feng and Wei Qing looked at each other, and continued to ask: "The old man, can you tell me the exact location of this mottled bamboo forest?"

The two rushed to the vicinity of the back mountain overnight, and they found a bamboo grove with several different kinds of bamboo in it, which looked very different, but after waiting all night, nothing happened.

In the next few days, they searched the village and found some clues. According to the memories of some older people in the village, when this bamboo forest was thundering and raining, they could hear the sound of swords and soldiers coming from inside. When I listened closely, I could only hear the huge rustling sound of bamboo leaves made by the wind blowing this way and that. "

"There must be something wrong with this place." Wei Qing said, "Although time has passed and the surrounding houses have changed, I can still feel that this area is near the house where the prince was hiding, but I don't know how to know the original situation. .”

"Why don't you try the method of going back to the past?" Cen Feng suggested.

"What kind of method is this?"

"It's one of the methods of my family's ancestors. It can reproduce the past scenes through the words in the family tree and trigger visions." Cen Feng explained, "It's just that we have to become people related to Zhang Fuchang who passed by here that day before we can enter. into it."

"It's okay, then Captain Cen please cast the spell quickly."

"We'll have to wait until the storm hits."

Exactly three days later, in the afternoon of that day, black clouds suddenly came over Quanjiuli, the wind was strong, and a heavy rain was about to come.

Cen Feng set up an incense table in front of the bamboo forest, opened the Zhang family tree to the page where Zhang Fuchang was recorded, and prayed to the sky with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. The words suddenly glowed with golden light, and then the surrounding scenery changed.

Wei Qing found himself and Cen Feng turned into two ordinary-looking thick men, dressed in ordinary soldier clothes, following a group of people who were going to serve in Hu County.

It was early summer, the weather was hot, and the people who had walked a long way were sweating profusely. At this time, the leader Zhang Fuchang gave an order, and everyone dispersed in place, and each found the shade of a tree to sit down and enjoy the cool.

Wei Qing noticed that a small group of people spontaneously walked towards Zhang Fuchang's direction, and they all surrounded Zhang Fuchang and sat in a place far away from other people.Among these people, he recognized several faces he had seen in his dream, and after confirming that these people were all those who participated in the roundup of the prince with Zhang Fuchang, Wei Qing gently tugged Cen Feng's sleeve, motioning him to sit down with him.

A man wearing a bamboo hat saw Wei Qing sitting down next to each other, tilted his face, and asked in a rough voice: "Brother, do you still have water? I've run out of water, and my throat is burning with thirst."

When he said this, Wei Qing also found himself a little parched, as if he had really traveled a long distance with them, but for the sake of cliche, he unscrewed the water bag on his waist and handed it to the man.

The man drank a few swigs before he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's so refreshing. You said that the old emperor is also boring. He let his son be killed. Now he wants to repair Laoshi Zisi's uterus and return Wangsitai. The county erected high graves on the spot, so why did you go early?"

"Aren't we soldiers of Sanyang? Why are we here?"

"Are you stupid? Of course, the higher-ups deliberately transferred us here. After all, we all know that the prince was taken over by Li Shou and the boss..."

Before he could finish speaking, a scabbard was struck on the man's forehead. Zhang Fuchang came before him at some point, and said with a gloomy expression: "You talk a lot, don't you know what you should say or not?"

The man stuck out his tongue: "Boss, I know I was wrong, don't you want to finish work early and go back quickly?"

"Now that you know why we were transferred here, keep your mouth shut." Maybe it was the hot weather, or maybe it was the proximity to the place where the roundups were made, which made Zhang Fuchang feel inexplicably anxious. He scratched his hair a few times in displeasure. The secret can't be known by anyone, we can go back to Shanyang to eat and drink spicy food when we finish our work early."

After Zhang Fuchang left, the person who first talked to Wei Qing lowered his voice and said, "Don't pay attention to him, he's been a little weird since what happened last time, and his wife also stayed away from him, as if he was haunted."

"Oh, then aren't you afraid?" Wei Qing's eyes fell on the man coldly, causing the man to tremble in fright.

"Don't scare people in broad daylight." The man moved to sit elsewhere with a look of disgust.

Wei Qing came to Cen Feng's side and exchanged a few words in a low voice. Sure enough, the people brought by Zhang Fuchang were still very tight-lipped, and nothing could be detected for a while.

"No matter what he's going to do sneakily in Hu County this time, he will be exposed when he reaches his destination." Cen Feng patted Wei Qing on the back and comforted him, "Don't worry, just wait."

Because of Liu Che's order, the area around Quanjiuli was very lively, and many people were sent to serve.Liu Ju and his two grandsons were buried hastily at that time, so the tomb had to be re-dug on the original site, and the remains were transferred from the small coffin to the re-prepared three-layer lacquered coffin.

Generally, grave relocation is very particular. After the alchemist was invited to perform the ceremony during the day, at night, Zhang Fuchang took the lead to identify the original burial site, set up a shed, hung white lanterns, and began to dig the soil.

Zhang Fuchang gathered all the people he brought to the side early and told: "When digging the grave later, remember not to let other people approach, and don't let them peep at the prince's remains, otherwise the things we committed together before may be revealed. .”

A group of people dug out the coffins out of the ground with ulterior motives, and a large coffin and two small coffins were lined up in the shed. Even if the full moon was shining brightly tonight, Zhang Fuchang and the others felt discouraged.

"Open the coffin." Zhang Fuchang bit the bullet and ordered.

It has been more than half a year since the prince's burial, and this year's severe drought in the pass, the weather is very hot, I am afraid that the bones are close to decay.

However, the person who pried off the coffin lid let out an exclamation, and first knelt down on the ground with frightened knees.

Wei Qing hurriedly pulled Cen Feng forward to have a look, and saw that Liu Ju's face in the coffin was lifelike, with no hair damaged, but his complexion looked pale under the moonlight, and even a purple strangle mark on his neck seemed as if he had just been strangled. did not subside.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to Audio-Technica, seka, and a cake for throwing 2 mines

Thanks to Cao Shanshan, the thesis is a weight in my heart, old F, Jiewu threw a mine

Seeing that everyone said that the plot is relatively heavy recently, it is actually quite tiring to solve puzzles continuously

I'm thinking about letting go of the third supernatural story first, how about changing to a lighter dungeon to adjust it?If you have any relaxing and funny copy that you want to see, you can mention it in the comments, and I will see if I can write it