"Wen Bin is a dog, the dog in our house is inside. [Burning Bookstore] [] [774] [buy]."

  He remained vigilant and looked around: "Is there anything else?"

  I took a closer look: "It seems like a hole in the ground, the dog is outside with something covering its mouth, nothing else visible for now."

  The more such situations, the less can be relaxed, having been deceived once will not suffer a second loss. The reasons for being possessed by evil spirits are nothing but a few: physical weakness, decline of yang fire; having evil thoughts in one's heart; lack of concentration and being taken advantage of. Zha Wenbin slowly walked around and saw that there was indeed nothing, then slowly put down his guard, only to discover that he had already drawn his sword.

  Dai Dai was already on its last breath, with many wounds all over its body. Several of its ribs were visible on its back, and there was a bloody hole in its throat, just the size of a finger. Its mouth wasn't gagged, but rather, the blood had started to congeal and form scabs. When it saw me coming, it was still struggling to get up, and I could see its tail wagging. At that moment, tears streamed down my face as I hugged the dog and said to Cha Wenbin, "I don't care if it's some kind of thousand-year-old demon or not, but I won't let it die without a proper burial!"

  Cha Wenbin had some medicine with him, and he poured a little from each bottle. I tore the fleece jacket on my body into strips to bandage the dog's wounds. When Cha Wenbin examined the wound, he said: "Fortunately, it's a black dog. Black dog blood is originally used to ward off evil spirits and control zombies, so corpse poison has no effect on it. The throat injury is just bleeding through, but I'm worried about those few scars on its back. With injuries like this, it must have fought with that thing."

  No need to say, Daidai must be fighting for me. Daidai protects its master. Although it's a mixed-breed dog, when standing up, it's as tall as a child. Normally, people wouldn't dare get close to it. If I hadn't scared it with Fatso that one time, I think it would have become the king of village dogs. I took off my coat and put it on the ground for Daidai to lie on. It looked at me with eyes that kept sticking out its tongue, wanting to lick my hand. Since I came back, it's always been hiding from me, never as affectionate as tonight. My heart aches so much, I really feel like dying.

  "Wait here, don't move, I'll be right out to get you."

  There is a stone cave here, one person high, the entrance has obvious excavation marks. In my impression of Hongcun, there are not only this kind of cave. When I was young, adults told children stories that on the mountain of Hongcun, there were many caves, and inside the caves were gold, silver, and jewels left behind by people who escaped in a hurry and didn't have time to take them away. Adults always scared children, saying that there are fierce beasts and poisonous snakes guarding the cave, and once you go in, you can't come out.

  Such a story is not difficult for us children, in the back mountain of Hongcun Village Committee, one of my classmates' homes also has such a cave. At the end of the 1960s, when Sino-Soviet relations broke down, the Soviet Union threatened to launch a nuclear attack on China, and the country was instructed to prepare for battle, calling on the whole nation to deeply dig caves and store grain. At that time, Hongcun was assigned to excavate three air-raid shelters, because Zhebei is distributed along the Tianmu Mountains, mostly rocky, it's hard to dig holes, so at that time they chose my classmate's home backyard cave as a base for expansion.

  My father also participated that year, and I heard him say that at the time, two production teams were digging holes, with more than 50 laborers. They worked during the day and dug holes at night, and people's enthusiasm was very strong at that time. The method of digging holes was also primitive. The original hole is similar to what I see now, with a row of wooden sticks on the ground inside the hole, many of which have already rotted. They used steel drills and iron hammers to dig.

  At that time, no one had entered the cave and didn't know how deep it was. They were digging a section at a time, and when they dug to about 20 meters, they said they found skeletal remains on the ground. My father, who had just returned from the army, still had some experience and was physically strong, so he was assigned by the commune to direct the scene.

  According to my father, the white bones in that cave were piled up like a small hill. At first, they used wooden carts to transport them out and dumped them on what is now the playground of Hongcun Primary School, which was then a pond. Later, even after filling up the entire pond, there were still many bones left inside that hadn't been transported away. Then one night when they opened up the cave again, it suddenly collapsed, killing two people. At that time, because of the tense social atmosphere, nobody dared to mention anything about feudal superstition, or else they would be taken away for criticism and struggle.

  Because someone died, the pit naturally didn't dare to open again. My father was worried about trouble and took the initiative to write an application for a change of location due to unstable geology. It just so happened that the commune's team leader that year was my father's former old company commander, and the two of them tacitly handled the matter quietly without reporting it, otherwise my father might have been in trouble with the law.

  At that time, my grandfather said that the cave was called Wangu Cave and could not be dug. He said that my father had moved the Tai Sui and suffered retribution. My father originally had a bad relationship with my grandfather and was very disgusted, so he didn't seal the entrance of the cave and just let it go.

  Later, until I was in elementary school, I still went to that place to play. Probably less than four or five meters deep, it was blocked by rubble, and the water accumulation inside the cave was also very serious. However, it's strange that the water flowing out of the cave is always rusty yellow all year round. When we were kids, we all said that there must be a plane or cannon rusted inside to make it like this.

  When I was about to go in, I found that there was something hanging on my hind legs. Turning back, it turned out to be Daidai, who was biting my pants with his teeth and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. My heart ached, and Zhen Wenbin also said, "This is a good dog."

  "Don't worry, I'll be quick and get someone to help. We'll go take revenge for you. When you're better, I'll bring Hua Hua over to be your wife. Listen to me." As he spoke, the dog slowly loosened its grip again. I knew it was actually out of energy and had reached its limit.

  I took a last look at him, he had already fallen asleep, I wiped away my tears and said to Cha Wenbin: "Let's go, let's get that son of a bitch!"

  The headlamp had been on for a whole night, and the fully charged battery was almost exhausted, which could last about four hours. Now its light began to decay obviously. I and Zha Wenbin walked less than 20 meters with our backs bent, and it went out completely. Fortunately, he had a lighter. This guy is very strange. He won't use a flashlight. When we were inserted into the Northeast from him, he would do that thing when he was idle. The fire starter made of yellow phosphorus rough paper was optimized by him, and he added wax to extend its time.

  This place also has wooden sticks, very dry, and similar to the kind my father told me about. So I said: "Let's make a torch, this land is full of sticks everywhere."

  "You use it, I'm still used to this." He added another sentence: "Guess what these wooden sticks are for?"

  "It's not just firewood, it looks like it has a role similar to that of a rolling axle."

  "Clever, I took a look at the height and width here, plus the wood on the ground, it can be inferred that this is a tomb passage. These woods are used to transport coffins, coffins cannot touch the soil before burial, and the space is small, so it's convenient to set up these rollers and pull in front and push from behind."

  I said: "This indeed confirms your statement, this place is indeed suitable for a haunted house, it seems that the fake ancestral hall outside is also a disguise."

  Cha Wenbin said, "I have to say that this person is very clever. No one would think that behind the charity house is a large tomb, and the owner of the tomb has hollowed out the mountain without caring about building more houses on the outside. Everyone will be wary of the charity house and usually won't come here to hang around, let alone guess that the charity house is just a surface structure of this tomb. It's safe and reliable, and there are incense offerings all year round. As long as the charity house doesn't collapse, it can be said that the incense will continue for thousands of years."

  "My goodness, this is also a wicked person! Such an idea can be thought of, I really admire these ancient people. Building a tomb and coming up with such a clever design, if Fatso were to enter, he would be left with no bones."

  Along the way, the stone walls are carved with red patterns. The Chinese are good at using colors, and red pigments appeared in civilizations before the Shang and Zhou dynasties. The structure of these patterns is very simple, and I don't understand them either. In modern terms, that's called abstractism. Some are painted as human figures, but their facial expressions are exaggerated, most notably, the eyes of these people are particularly large, almost occupying one-third of the entire face.

  As I walked along the road, looking at these murals, many of which depicted scenes of farming, hunting and sacrificial rituals, I couldn't help but think: "This can't be a prehistoric relic, can it?"

  Suddenly, Cha Wenbin in front of me stopped and beckoned with his hand, saying softly: "Squat down."

  I stuck close to his back and whispered: "What's wrong, if there's any movement you speak up, I'll take care of him with two shots."

  "Shh, listen," said Cha Wenbin, turning his head, "it sounds like the sound of wind chimes."

  I perked up my ears and listened for a good while, but didn't discover any movement. Instead, he kept tilting his head to one side and said to me, "This melody is so familiar, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

  I quickly poked his back and said, "Cha Ye, don't joke with me, I haven't seen anything, either your ears are more sensitive than mine, or you're being careful again, it's not another Dao, is it?"

  Zha Wenbin asked me with a serious face: "No, very clear, didn't you hear? It has a melody, sometimes high and sometimes low. I won't mishear it, it's right here."

  When he said that, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense. To be honest, I'm not afraid of facing something real, but what I fear most is something invisible, and my heart feels uneasy. After struggling all night, I was still holding on with a bad temper, but when Cha Wenbin said that, my heart started to feel anxious again.

  "Let me tell you something, last year I met an old man at the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, he did a divination for me and said that I would have a disaster this year, and it would happen during the leap month. I've been keeping it from you all along, do you think it's reliable?"

  "So you believe him or me?" he asked back.

  "Cut the crap, of course I believe you."

  Then Wen Bin looked at me with an extremely calm expression and said: "That means what he said is true..."