Museum of the Dead

The skull had just sucked enough blood, revealing a clear red.

Fei Yan touched Yin Lu'an on the side, obviously he had practiced enough courage, "What should I do now? Use the yellow talisman to fix it first?"

This thing looked very fierce, Yin Luan had two yellow talismans and a mahogany sword on his body, and he handed one of them to Fei Yan: "Even if it is fixed, it won't work."

Fei Yan took it and asked in surprise, "Why?"

Yin Luan was smearing blood on the yellow talisman, but this time he bit his finger, "It only has one head left. Incomplete undead can't get out of the whirlpool."

"That's it!" Fei Yan also imitated Yin Luan and wiped some blood on the yellow talisman, "Then just find out its body, right?"

Yin Luan nodded.

Fei Yan pointed to the earthen jar grave in front of him, thinking that Tianling and Amber hadn't been searching for it all day on the mountain last time?No matter how big the grave is, the same as the small house can't be found.

Either this thing was hidden during the day, or those two people... Lu Chi.

"Catch it first." Yin Lu'an wiped the cinnabar on the mahogany sword, and jumped on him.At the same time, the skull let out a sharp laugh, and quickly attacked the two of them!

It's a pity that this thing looks penetrating, but it's actually like a paper tiger. Yin Lu'an hit the mahogany sword straight to the skull, and /inserted/into the skull deeply!

Fei Yan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but applaud Yin Luan's skill.He trotted forward quickly, with excitement in his voice: "Caught it?"

"Yeah." Yin Lu'an glanced at him twice, then looked away.

Fei Yan found that the skull in his hand had returned to blunt white, and asked in surprise, "What's going on? Wasn't it still red just now?"

Yin Lu'an moved his chin, "This blood is sucking other people's blood, it's all coming out now."

Fei Yan looked down, and sure enough, as the curator said, all the blood had leaked out, and it was flowing slowly along the cracks in the bricks on the grave.

This... the grave was stained with blood, wouldn't it be bad?

But then he thought that he hadn't met many normal people since his death, and Fei Yan put all his troubles behind him. The curator is here, so what is he worrying about?

He touched the skull on the side, and waited for a while, but the vortex did not open.

Fei Yan shifted his gaze to the grave, and asked, "I don't know the body part... it's inside."

"90.00% possibility." Yin Luan looked around, as if looking for something.

Fei Yan frowned and puffed up his mouth, "Then... shall we... dig the grave now?" When he chose this room in the museum, several people joked that they would rob the grave, but they didn't expect the joke to come true.Tomb robbery is not counted, after all, this tomb does not look like an ancient tomb with hidden treasures, but grave digging must be dug.

Yin Lu'an hadn't pulled out the mahogany sword from the skull just now, so he wrapped the sword and head in his jacket and threw it to Fei Yan.

The movement was so sudden that Fei Yan almost missed the connection, even if he held it firmly, he still felt terrified.

"Dig, but haven't found any tools yet." Yin Lu'an was about to turn around and walk back, but was stopped by Fei Yan.

He turned his head, Fei Yan let go, his left hand hugged the skull like a football, and something nestled in his right hand shook it in front of his eyes.

That's the Luoyang shovel that Hu Po gave him before entering the room!

But Fei Yan immediately became distressed again, staring at the grave and said: "This shovel is so small, it looks very blunt, and I don't know if it will work or not."

Yin Luan was not worried about this, took the shovel from him, squatted down, carefully observed the bricks, and knocked twice from time to time.

Fei Yan saw that he had been squatting for a long time, and flowers could be seen on every brick. Those who didn't know it thought it was a great artist who was carving in the middle of the night in the mountains.

But he didn't dare to bother to ask, so he could only stand still for a long time, the mountain wind kept pouring into his neck and cuffs, and he started to shiver again from the cold.

Yin Lu stayed there, studying which brick was more brittle, when he casually looked up, he saw Fei Yan dancing beside him.

The curator's face twitched slightly.

Fei Yan also noticed that Yin Lu'an was looking at him, and his eyes were still inexplicably complicated, so he immediately explained: "I don't have a graveyard dance! I'm just cold, move around to warm up."

Yin Luan glanced at him twice, "It will be fine soon, wait a little longer."

After speaking, he raised the Luoyang shovel in his hand and slammed it down on one of the bricks!

With a sound of "boom", the entire tomb collapsed, and the bricks were piled up in disorder, like a ruin.

Fei Yan: "!"

He could feel the ground shaking under his feet.But just like that, why did the whole grave collapse?How hard it was!

Fei Yan felt numb for the curator, and said in admiration, "How did you do it? Is the Luoyang shovel so powerful?"

Yin Luan put the shovel aside and began to pick up the bricks, explaining: "This looks like an old tomb, it should be four or five years old, and the bricks were fired from nearby corpus luteum. In 2008, most of the kilns were still open. There is no complete brick-making process, so although the brick looks hard, it is actually very fragile. In addition to the wind and sun for several years, many cracks have occurred, so as long as you find a point of strength, you can hit it in one fell swoop In the middle, it all collapsed."

Fei Yan put down the things in his hands and began to pick bricks: "I'm a liberal arts student, I only know the fulcrum of Archimedes, I don't know the point of strength."

Yin Lu'an: "..." Didn't it mean that people like men with high IQs?How come he can't do it here?

Forget it, Yin Luan squatted there disheartened and concentrated on picking up bricks.

After picking it up for a while, Fei Yan turned to look at him.

His eyes were staring blankly, without any concealment, a keen person like Yin Lu'an had already noticed it.At first, he ignored it as if he didn't know, but afterward, the gaze made him very tired, and finally met Fei Yan's gaze and spoke.

"What's wrong?" Yin Lu'an's mind was unsteady, but her voice was almost the same as usual, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

Seeing that his temple hair was messed up and his fingers were scratched by the corners of the brick, Fei Yan blamed himself.

He is a powerful ghost, who was originally under one person and above ten thousand in the underworld, and the ghost should be polite when he sees him, and he also owns real estate under his name—although the museum of the undead is not all his, but No matter what situation he encounters, he will never end up in the current situation of moving bricks on the grave.

Fei Yan felt that sometimes he was an evil star, and whoever was caught would be defeated.

He smiled at Yin Lu'an, and his voice was a little softer than usual, with a hint of flattery: "Boss, let's add a WeChat account!"

Yin Luan: "..."

Is it popular now to ask for WeChat at the grave?

Fei Yan held up his mobile phone in one hand to illuminate the light and threw bricks in the other, and said, "You have been helping me since Thailand. You sprained my back and rescued me from the basement. Last time I was carried to a yin marriage." It was you who saved me, and you gave me a mobile phone. Of course, this is only part of it. You can’t count ten fingers of your help. There may be many things that will trouble you in the future... I don’t have any skills, just able--"

Yin Lu'an pretended to be calm, his ears had already been pricked up.

Fei Yan spoke sincerely, without any reservations: "I can only send you all the emoticons I have collected over the years, and you will never be laughed at by Tianling and the others again."

Yin Luan: "..."

Fei Yan continued to smile at him, his eyes were bent: "You are really a good person."

Yin Lu'an: "..." This is... I was issued a good person card before I said anything?

He was not reconciled, and wanted to remind Fei Yan, "I actually don't need..." Before the word "yes" could be said, Fei Yan's exclamation interrupted him.

"what happened?"

Fei Yan picked up a piece of white bone from the ground: "I seem to have found my body."

He turned around and looked for the head with the mahogany sword that had just been placed on the ground/inserted/to see if it was compatible, only to find that something was wrong—the skull had disappeared at some point.

Yin Lu'an also found out, and then he pulled out the whole bone from the grave and made it into a whole body, frowning: "This one should not be."

"Well, probably not." Fei Yan agreed, holding up something in his hand, which was a skull.

So the skeleton here is complete, at least the skull and body match.But what about the skull just now, and whose undead is it?

"Could it be that the grave we smashed is not Xiaofang's grandma's, but someone else's?" Fei Yan has reason to think so, after all, there are so many families in a village, there will always be some unfilial children and grandchildren to imitate this method.

Yin Luan shook his head: "The missing skull belongs to the undead who appeared in the sedan chair night a few days ago. Ordinary undead can only wander around the dead body and the place where they stayed before."

Last time in Yin Lu'an, Thailand, he told him that, and Fei Yan understood what he meant, and the head had only stayed near Xiaofang's house. According to the general logic, one would think it was the ghost of Xiaofang's grandma.

When the head was found on the mountain, it was also staying on this grave.But there is an extra bone in this grave, so who does this extra bone belong to?

Could it be Grandpa Xiaofang?

Fei Yan immediately rejected this idea. The skeleton that was dug out was too small, and it could be seen from the pelvis that it was a female deceased.

Ten years ago, earthen pot graves, rural areas, old people, young girls... Countless clues are connected together to form a line, which traverses the whole thought!

Fei Yan's mind was spinning rapidly, he was looking for the memory palace that belonged to ten years ago.

where?where……

found it!

Fei Yan turned on the phone and entered a few keywords. If his memory is correct, there seemed to be similar news ten years ago!

But at that time, I was still young and the Internet was not yet developed, so I usually read news in newspapers.

If he is lucky, he may search for the previous news!

Fei Yan clicked on the search button, but the webpage didn't come up after a long time, and he found out that the 4G mobile phone became 2G in the mountains.

Of course, the network ten years ago did not reach 4G.

The mobile phone was useless at the critical moment, and Fei Yan couldn't find too old memories, just like a fishbone stuck in his throat, causing irritation and pain.

"What's wrong?" Yin Luan asked.

Fei Yan said, "I was wondering if Xiaofang's family was on the news, but the phone didn't believe it—"

He was just about to say that there was no signal on his mobile phone, when a call came, and the cheerful ringtone was especially loud in the silent mountain.

Fei Yan pointed the phone interface at Yin Luan, "Tianling called." Then he answered the channel, "Hello?"

"Hello?" Fei Yan checked the phone screen again, it showed the call time at 00:07, isn't it connected?But apart from some faint noises from the microphone due to poor signal, no one responded.

"Hello?" Fei Yan spoke for the third time. He obviously felt that something was wrong. Could it be that the other party's current situation made him unable to speak?

Fei Yan held up the phone and waited for a while. About three or four seconds later, there was a burst of familiar yet unfamiliar laughter, and the phone was hung up!

"Beep beep..."

Fei Yan and Yin Luan looked at each other, Yin Luan said "go back", and the two hurried down the mountain road.

Before leaving, Fei Yan glanced at the ruined tomb, the apparently small skeleton was dimmed under the hazy moonlight.

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On the other side, Tianling hung up the phone with his own hands, turned around and looked at the person opposite him coldly: "Is it you?"

The author has something to say: Fei Yan: You don't like me at all, you just like my emoji.

Curator: You don't like me at all, you are just for my big jj.

Fei Yan: ...