Mr. Yangui

Chapter 510 Chapter [-] Various Speculations
A night without words.

The next morning, everyone got up early.

After simply washing up in the pond in the small village and eating, the treasure hunt began.

Everyone was a little excited.

The layout of Zhuangzi is a bit similar to that of Erlianzizhuang, but the area is much smaller, but Li Wuchang and his party only have a dozen people, and there is no clue, so it is a bit troublesome to find.

Everyone works separately.

Li Wuchang and Jiang Minglun went to the mountain on the left, Mo Tong took two people to the mountain on the right, and three people went to the waterfall, and the rest of them checked in the small forest in the middle.

Four squads.

Everyone has no experience in treasure hunting, so they can only rely on intuition. Anyway, if you see something suspicious, just explore it.

The houses are all concentrated on the mountainsides of the two mountains on the left and right. They are all old thatched houses, covered by lush trees, and now they are empty. This is the same as what Li Wuchang saw before. It should be because of the war. .

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Jiang Minglun knocked lightly on the pillars of a house with a knife a few times, and puffs of dust fell instantly, accompanied by a strong smell of decay.

Whoa, whoa... Boom!

The house fell down just like that, scaring the two of them.

That situation is like the kind of wood that has rotted for many years in the deep mountains and old forests, and it shatters into several pieces when it is touched.

Jiang Minglun looked at the old wood and the thatch that had been around for a long time, covered his nose, and muttered in a low voice: "This is too outrageous, how long has no one lived in the ****?"

Li Wuchang looked solemn, "I thought it was because of the war that everyone here fled. It doesn't seem to be the case. It has been empty for a long time. It seems that there must be at least a few decades, which is very strange!"

Although this place is remote and the roads are not easy to walk, there are still a few pieces of arable land, and it is not a problem to feed dozens or hundreds of people. Moreover, Fangling County is a relatively barren place. Logically speaking, there should be no people here.

In this day and age, the importance of cultivated land cannot be overstated.

For the vast majority of people, arable land is life.

It has been abandoned for decades, why on earth?
It is precisely because of this that nothing has changed here, and the outline is still very similar to the map, so that Li Wuchang recognized it at a glance.

Jiang Minglun guessed enthusiastically: "Hey, Leng Shao, do you think someone did it on purpose? He took over this small village, but he didn't rent it out to the common people for farming. He just didn't want other people to pay attention to it, so it's just a few people. ten years."

Li Wuchang said: "If that's the case, it means that there is really a problem here."

Jiang Minglun said with a bitter face: "The treasure won't be stolen first, will it? Then don't we have to work in vain?"

This possibility is not impossible.

Many people have come to find King Fangling's treasure before, and some insidious element may have found the clue and secretly stolen it away.

Li Wuchang thought for a while, and analyzed: "It's hard to say. If you don't want others to notice this place, you don't necessarily need to do it like this, but it will look like a cover-up. I think this place should be the ancestral property of a big family. If they are prosperous, go to other places. The place has developed, so I forgot about this place.”

Jiang Minglun sent out more than a dozen blows of the knife to sweep away the rotten wood and thatch. After sweeping away, he walked to the middle of the house, knelt down to examine it carefully, stretched out his fingers, and stabbed it a few times with the knife.

Nothing suspicious.

Very ordinary mud.

"Let's go to other houses to see if we can find some clues!" Li Wuchang suggested.

The two hurried to the next place.

The road outside is not easy to walk, but the road halfway up the mountain is easier to walk. The path is actually paved with cobblestones. Although it is covered with weeds, it is not difficult to see that these paths are well planned.

Paving the road with cobblestones is definitely a luxury for ordinary small villages, let alone such a remote place.

As far as Feng Yi's place is concerned, the roads to Erlangzizhuang and other Zhuangzi are really bad and unique. It's really difficult to walk on rainy days. If you don't pay attention, you will slip or get stuck in the mud.

This further proves that there is a problem here.

"Hey, Young Master Leng, look!" Jiang Minglun shouted loudly.

Li Wuchang followed Jiang Minglun's fingers and looked over.

Those are small soil bumps, there are many of them, and they look very disharmonious in the forest, obviously not made by nature.

The two walked in and saw that there was a piece of wood standing in front of many small soil bags.

This is a cemetery.

Jiang Minglun took out a piece of wood, looked it over carefully, and said: "Wooden stele... It seems that many people died here, and all of them were buried together.".

The grass on the grave is very high, and the wood in front of the grave is the same as the wood in those thatched houses. It has rotted away, and it is impossible to see what is written on it.

Li Wuchang guessed: "There used to be no plague here, right? As a result, the whole village suffered heavy casualties."

The people in the village lived peacefully and did not contend with the world. As a result, the plague came for some reason, causing heavy casualties to the people in the village. The survivors buried the dead villagers together and then left.

The outline of the story seems to be good too.

Jiang Minglun was puzzled, "It wouldn't be a waste of decades!"

Li Wuchang said: "Perhaps the situation at that time was so tragic that others thought it was an evil place, so no one was willing to stay there... Sigh, I really want to find an old man to ask."

Jiang Minglun frowned and thought for a while, "Could it be killing people to silence them?"

Li Wuchang looked at him, waiting for the next sentence.

Jiang Minglun took his time and analyzed: "Young Master Leng, let's just believe that King Fangling really left a lot of treasures here. Since he kept it so secret, he should have sent someone to do it secretly. In order not to reveal the secret, he kept things All the people in the room clicked..."

Many plots have said that the big shots send people to do things, and in order not to leak the secret afterwards, all the people who do the things will be silenced.

Li Wuchang said: "It makes some sense, but it still doesn't make sense...Since it is to silence, why set up a grave? Wouldn't it be better to burn it with a fire?"

Jiang Minglun chuckled, "Could it be... feel guilty? Burn more paper for them?"

Li Wuchang scolded with a smile: "Fuck you and burn more paper, you just believe this reason?"

Jiang Minglun snorted, and said, "It's normal for someone like King Fangling to behave in an unpredictable way!"

Then his eyes turned cold, and he suggested: "Do you want to dig up these graves? I can guarantee that there will be a discovery. Maybe the rumored treasures are buried in these graves."

Li Wuchang let out a breath, "Let's talk about it, wait until everyone finishes exploring together, if you don't find it, digging the grave is also a good choice... Sigh, what the hell is going on! I really want to dig the grave gone."

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Minglun immediately burst out laughing.

The matter of the Zhang family's ancestral grave has not yet been judged, and the Zhang family is still laying the blame on Li Wuchang.

(End of this chapter)