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The bystanders knew that Ji Mo knew that the other party didn't take it seriously, and he couldn't help smiling. It couldn't be said that it was amused or helpless, or the feeling brought about by seeing the vivaciousness of the young people.

The vicissitudes of the years seem to be unable to describe more traces on him. Every time he grows up from infancy, it seems that his thinking has also fallen to the innocent level of a child. It is obvious that the memory has not been reduced, and he knows it is not, but he can pretend Is there any difference between being cute and being really cute?In the eyes of outsiders, it is no different.

In his own eyes, he may pretend to be a child naturally—on the adaptability of people to the environment.

It seems to be maturing step by step with growing up, but in fact it is just gradually adjusting one's attitude towards the world as the body grows. Young people can grow old, but they can't go through vicissitudes. When they are old, they can try not to suppress the decline as much as possible , but there is no need to really let one's mentality grow old, death to him is another new life.

It seems that there is a wheel, the starting point is the end point, and the end point is the starting point, except for the point marked by oneself, no one can see the beginning and the end.

Occasionally, I think of the hamster in the wheel. It stops occasionally and runs frequently. For it, the patchwork world will never be broken by the rotation of the wheel, but will only be blurred. A vast expanse of white stays in the retina for a long time, like a piece of white paper, and when it stops, everything in front of it is still such a well-segregated and peaceful world.

The world hasn't changed, it hasn't changed, what has changed?

What has changed?

When the field of vision is elevated and God's perspective is used to examine the period before and after the exam in the future, Ji Mo has more time to think, think about himself, think about the system, the long night without people, and the darkness without echo , it seems that only oneself is the only existence exuding a shimmer.

He adjusted his perspective at will, but what he saw was only a corner of the world, he could not see farther, nor could he see more, even his own perception was still there, but he could not see what he imagined. Shimmer, in fact, does not exist.

In this case, when even the time is blurred, it seems that the thing that cannot be forgotten is thinking, and only thinking can make the soul still take root here and stay in the world.

The young man was sleeping peacefully in the room, and the snoring sounded one after another. The one with a heavy guttural voice was Liu Zi. He was old and had the common problems of most old people. His snoring carried a burden that time could not bear, like an old man. The ox pulled the broken cart up the slope, unable to breathe freely, it was difficult and exhausting.

The young man's snoring sound was much lighter, like a growing plant, thriving, with a kind of vitality hidden in it, and it gave vitality when he heard it.

The paper figurine was placed in a corner of the room, not daring to place any hidden weight on it, and also afraid of such a legendary thing, so the six sons faced the paper figurine to the wall. In the darkness, this corner was particularly special. quiet.

Ji Mo adjusted his angle of view and tried not to face the paper figurine face to face. His vision was also obstructed by the external environment. In fact, he couldn't see the paper figurine's face clearly, but as long as he thought of being face to face, he seemed to have an unspeakable fear. The heart is neither heavy nor light, just holding it like that makes it impossible for people to face it easily.

In the middle of the night, Liu Zi and the young man got up, held up the paper figurine and walked out in silence. The light shrouded in a lampshade was dim, and they held them in front of them. The old face was not fully reflected in the light, like a ghost. Playing in human skin, there was a ghostly aura all of a sudden.

"Let's go."

Liu Zi said something, and led the way first, followed by the young man, looking at the paper figurine in front from time to time, he tried to take it several times but was blocked by Liu Zi, his curiosity did not diminish, but intensified instead.

The two went to the mountain, it was a familiar mountain road, one step deep and one shallow step in the darkness, but the speed was not slow at all, and they stopped quickly. The cave dug in advance was like the mouth of the ghost, black and full, Don't know where it leads.

"Sure enough, it's a tomb robbery!"

Seeing that everything was as expected, Ji Mo let out a sigh of emotion, but only he himself could hear that the two were ignorant, led by the six sons, and went underground together.

Originally, the six sons let the young people stay outside, but the other party insisted on seeing how to use paper dolls, so they followed along, walking all the way, listening to each other's footsteps, in the deep and dark, their own terror gradually grew .

Alas, it's very normal, except for the fear of psychological factors, Ji Mo can look at this matter rationally, there are no ghosts, the world is scientific, so everything is...wait, this feeling...follows the paper man before and after Ji Mo can't be too far away. When he is too lazy to walk, he will stay still and let the paper figurine leave a certain distance, and then the distance specification will pull him forward.

That is to say, in the movement of this pattern, there was a sudden coolness, like the cold wind of that night, inadvertently blowing through the clothes, the coldness penetrating the skin, and piercing the bones in an instant.

The two people walking in front didn't notice it. The light of a lamp fell behind through the gap of one person, and fell on Ji Mo's side through another person. It was already extremely dim and drowsy. From such a perspective, they I didn't see any unclean existence, but it was hard to get rid of that coldness.

This should not be able to be felt. In this state, Ji Mo, who has gone through several exams, dare to say that this state is absolutely invincible. He cannot touch others, and others cannot touch him. I can't see it, as if separated by a glass cover, the two people who seem to be at the same time are actually not on the same level.

For things that are too physical, it is difficult for Ji Mo to say exactly what this feeling of dislocation of time and space is, but, in theory, in practice, before that, there was no external feeling that he could feel.

Let’s put it this way, when he sees the sun and the flowers blooming in spring, he can know the warmth and feel the warmth psychologically, but this kind of warmth is not actually felt by the body. It was also terribly cold, but this kind of coldness was not brought to him by the outside world, but the corresponding physical feeling on the psychological level.

It is actually not easy to distinguish the two perfectly, but for the experienced Ji Mo, it is naturally difficult to distinguish between true and false feelings without comparison, but once the truth is in front of your eyes, No one will be confused by fakes.

At that intertwined moment just now, he did feel cold, like the feeling of entering the tomb with Brother Wang and the others for the first time. It was not false, it was a reflection brought by the psychological level, so, is there something?

Looking back, I can't see anything anymore, the light has gone away, and the faint end can't illuminate the darkness that passed by, there is nothing.

There should be nothing.

The feeling of horror caused by the cold gradually calmed down, Ji Mo unknowingly accelerated the speed of "floating", pulling people passively at different distances, he had already returned to the two of them, watching them walk into the blue brick floor the tunnel.

This is the entry into the tomb from the side.

It seems that tomb thieves always like this angle. Compared with the location of the huge tomb, the top and bottom, whether it is waterproof or moisture-proof, will be handled with extra care. As for the side, it’s not that they don’t care, but that it’s inevitable that there will be a large area. Negligence, the same rigor is also a high requirement for craftsmen.

Or, the craftsmen who built the tomb would have left a way out for themselves.

It's hard to say whether the first generation of tomb robbers were craftsmen who survived by chance and switched careers. The resentment that they were almost buried together was enough to make them not have a good impression of these tomb owners, and secretly emptied each other's tombs. A kind of revenge.

The little man's revenge is more like compensation for comforting himself.

"Go this way."

Stopping for a short time at an intersection, the six sons quickly judged a way with the help of paper figures, but they refused to explain the truth to the young man in detail, and kept emphasizing the words "only this time". Gradually, some impatience emerged, and the response became more perfunctory.

Ji Mo was surprised to find that the judgment of the six sons was correct. They soon arrived in a large tomb. There are many tombs in the tomb, and the objects buried with them are different. They want to go to the main tomb, but Judging by the scale of the place, this should really be the main tomb, so, is the scientific basis for that judgment method okay?

"Pick up something far away and go. Anything here can help us get through this difficult time." The six sons refused to go deep, so they spoke at the edge of the tomb, and at the same time put the paper figurine on their hands. On the ground, grabbing things around.

The young man took out the candle in his arms, borrowed the fire from the lantern, and went to the coffin. Facing the resistance of the six sons, he only said: "Come here, let me see and see, I haven't seen any general's tomb yet." Hey, this general must be very powerful!"

Where the candlelight passes, one can see that the entire tomb is built quite magnificently. The lines on the wall are colored, and the scenes depicted should be the heroic posture of the general on the battlefield. It may be that there are too many murders and too much red like blood. The bright red, which has not faded after many years, should be mineral pigments.

Ji Mo is also curious, and has never seen it before. He really wants to follow the guidance of the young man's candlelight and look at it for a while, but the other party's attention is still on the coffin. As we all know, the one buried in the coffin must be the most valuable, the most expensive and the owner of the tomb. Loved ones, death is like life, the value of those things, the value that can be loved by the general is the highest.

The young man's eyeballs rolled around, perfectly explaining what it means to be a thief. When the six sons didn't notice, he secretly took out a short stick from his body to use as a crowbar, and opened the coffin with a creak. The light flashed by, and a U-shaped clip, much like the one Ji Mo once used to clip the rotting clothes, went deep into the gap, and quickly caught something out.

When the six sons heard the sound and rushed over, the young man had already stuffed the things into a cloth bag quickly, let go of his hand, and closed the coffin.

"I see, I see, I just haven't seen it, let's see it!"

The young man walked back in response, and when he went out, he asked himself to get the paper figurine again, and put on a gesture of filial piety to the six sons. After finally getting the consent, he smiled happily, and he really looked filial.