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Chapter 215: Falling into the tomb, what a coincidence
Under the leadership of Kong Jie, Fatty and the others had already left the military mansion.

The expression on the fat man's face gradually became serious.

"Xiaodao, did you smell anything strange?"

Turning around and asking Wang Xiaodao softly, the fat man frowned.

"There is indeed an indescribable smell left in the air!"

When the fat man asked him, Wang Xiaodao took a few deep breaths into the air, and then he said something without looking very good.

Looking at the two of them, Kong Jie tried his best to sniff the air with his nose, but couldn't smell anything.

He suspected that Fatty and Wang Xiaodao had different noses from his, but he had no proof!
"Ordinary ghosts don't have such a smell. This smell may be left by the person who robbed Wang Gang's things.

We must be extra careful on the road ahead. "

With a serious look on his face, he warned Wang Xiaodao and Kong Jie together, and the fat man took the lead and walked towards the back mountain.

The speed of the three people was not too slow. Even though there was no way to go up the mountain, they still used their fastest speed to find a way out.

The location of the barren grave is very remote. Among the many barren graves, there are overgrown weeds, and there are almost no tombstones.

It was also the first time for Kong Jie to come up here. When he saw the densely packed graves, he felt numb in his heart.

With so many graves, it would be difficult to find Wang Gang's grave among them.

"Captain Wang, what should we do now?"

At a glance, except for the tombs, there was not even a living thing, let alone a ghost.

Looking at the fat man, Kong Jie was ready to see what he would do.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like there is a pair of eyes staring at me from behind!"

Before the fat man could speak, Wang Xiaodao spoke first.

His intuition is generally not wrong.

"I feel the same way, and have you noticed that the inexplicable stench in the air seems to be even bigger!"

Fatty nodded, and Wang Xiaodao felt the same. Everything around him could be seen clearly, and indeed nothing appeared. It was still broad daylight, and ghosts were even less likely to appear.

So, what is that thing staring at them in the dark?

The indescribable smell in the air was still spreading, and this time even Kong Jie could smell it.

Fatty and Wang Xiaodao surrounded him in the middle to protect his safety.

"The Director has previously talked about the status of ghosts. There are 36 types of ghosts in total.
No matter how a person becomes a ghost after death, they belong to one of these 36 types.

There is only one kind of ghost that can have a strange odor on his body, and that is the ghost who lives in the Unclean Alley.

This kind of ghost must live in a dirty, smelly and messy place. Although the cemetery has a strong negative energy, it is not suitable for this kind of ghost to live.

It seems like we have to figure out the source of this smell first!"

He took out his little notebook, turned to one of the pages, and carefully read out what he had written down.

"Xiaodao, you and Director Kong are trying to find Wang Gang's grave in these barren tombs. I'll follow the smell and look for it!"

The fat man simply divided the work and gave Wang Xiaodao instructions.

The root of everything started when Wang Gang went to the military mansion to ask for help. His grave was of great importance.

Rubbing his chin, the fat man was even thinking seriously. After dark, he could try to summon Wang Gang's soul and ask what was going on.

After all, there is no easier way than to get the truth from the person involved.

Wang Xiaodao had no objection to Fatty's arrangement. He led Kong Jie towards the graves.

The fat man stood there and did not act immediately. He seemed to be thinking about something seriously. After a long time, the fat man took out a folded paper crane from the treasure box on his body.

Unlike ordinary paper cranes, the paper crane in Fatty's hand can pursue its target based on the smell floating in the air.

Fatty also spent a lot of effort on this thing before he could barely make one. Normally, he would be reluctant to use it.

The paper crane flickered its wings and circled in front of Fatty's eyes. After a while, it seemed to determine its direction and flew unsteadily in one direction.

The fat man quickly followed.

It was not very convenient to walk among the grass that was taller than him. The fat man didn't notice that he had already stepped on a grave.

The paper crane stopped here and spun around. Could it be that the smell came from here?
However, here is a grave mound, with weeds underneath it, but unlike other crowded grave mounds, there are no other grave mounds near this grave mound, only this one stands alone here.

Could it be that this is Wang Gang's grave?

Should not be!

Wang Xiaodao and Kong Jie had information about Wang Gang, and it was written on it that although there was no monument on Wang Gang's grave, there was a cypress tree specially sent by his parents to be planted there.

Looking left and right at the tomb in front of me, I can't see any trace of cypress trees!
Before the fat man could look at other places nearby, his feet suddenly gave way and his whole body sank downwards.

There was almost no defense at all, and with a dull "bang" sound, the fat man fell to the ground with his buttocks down.

Fortunately, his buttocks were thick, so the fat man didn't suffer any injuries, but his buttocks were a little sore.

After patting his butt, the fat man stood up and began to look at the place where he was now.

There is a small hole above the head, and the fat man just fell through this hole.

After looking around, the fat man said that the tomb was not big when viewed from above. Who would have thought that there was such a spacious place below?
What puzzled the fat man was how the hole on the top of his head was made?
This cave entrance doesn’t look like a robber’s cave!
Taking out a powerful flashlight, Fatty walked forward along the passage.

The further you walked in, the narrower the passage became. For a fat man of this stature, he had to squeeze through several sections of the road with a heavy breath.

After all, he knew too much about the tomb. As he continued to walk inside, the doubts in Fatty's heart continued to increase.

From his perspective, he couldn't tell when the tomb was built. What made him feel even more strange was that the path extending out of the tomb was like a passage dug by gophers below. In most places, There was no way the fat man could continue walking.

Along the way, Fatty was extremely careful, fearing that he would inadvertently touch any mechanism.

He wasn't afraid, but he thought it would be a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, along the way, the fat man was not in any danger except for his suppressed breath.

The fat man's feeling now was like that of a two-foot-long monk who was completely confused and couldn't figure out what was going on here.

"call--"

After walking for who knows how long, the fat man suddenly stopped. Just now, something seemed to be fleeting behind him.

Holding three copper coins in his hand, the fat man looked solemn.

Turning around suddenly, there was nothing in the empty passage.No, the stench filling the air seems to be much stronger.

"What the hell, what the hell is this smell!"

Stretching out his hand and fanning it continuously, the fat man frowned and complained, then turned around and walked much faster.

This time, he didn't go too far and came to a spacious tomb.

What surprised Fatty even more was that there were all kinds of gold and silver jewelry scattered on the floor of the tomb.

"Get rich, get rich—"

With his mouth wide open, the fat man stared at these treasures on the ground carefully. Although they looked a little different in age, these were real treasures!
With a greedy look on his face, the fat man belatedly thought of his current status. After letting out a long sigh in his heart, the fat man continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, he thought of the unreasonable appearance inside this tomb.

In such a large tomb, he had walked for such a long time, but he didn't see a coffin.

This is unreasonable!

They say that people are buried with people, but if there is no coffin, where will they come from?

His mind suddenly came to his senses, and Fatty began to carefully recall the situation when he entered the tomb.

From the very beginning, something was wrong with this tomb.

Normally, that tomb would have no mechanism or coffin?
What's even more incredible is that there are so many small roads in the tomb passages, which can almost be said to be connected in all directions. The key is that those tomb passages don't look like they were prepared for people at all.

After all, there was no room for one person to pass through the narrow passage.

His thoughts were spinning rapidly, and the fat man turned his head to look at the jewelry scattered on the ground.

With a bright light flashing in his eyes, the fat man took out a bag, squatted down, and began to shovel the jewelry on the ground into the bag.

The atmosphere in the tomb was obviously very heavy, but the fat man seemed to be completely undisturbed, as if he had entered a huge paradise. He kept making sighing sounds from his mouth, and the movements of his hands kept moving.

"Hu-hu-"

The dark wind howled by.

The hair beside his ears was blown by the cold wind, and the movements of the fat man's hands stopped.

He was in the tomb, how could there be a dark wind blowing through him?
Standing up, my nose was suddenly filled with a strong stench.

Almost immediately, he covered his nose and held his breath. The fat man frowned. Sure enough, the stench appeared.

There seemed to be something behind him.

After taking two slow steps forward, the fat man suddenly turned around, and then he met ten pairs of penetrating eyes.

"Damn, what the hell!"

With a loud shout, the fat man stepped back.

He looked for it with a powerful flashlight, but found nothing.

In the passage, only the lights flickered, and the penetrating eyes he saw just now seemed to be just an illusion of his own.

Although the smell was much lighter, it confirmed that he was not hallucinating just now.

The fat man thought that the person who robbed Wang Gang's things could be the eyes he saw just now, right?
Halfway through the jewelry on the floor, the frowning fat man squatted down again and continued to put on the treasure.

This time, he seemed to touch something different, something furry and cold.

I looked down and saw, just like before, there was still nothing.

"Why did you steal my baby!"

A gloomy voice rang in his ears, and the fat man suddenly stood up and looked around.

He could feel that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, and the sound just now was made by the owner of that eye.

Vaguely, Fatty seemed to see a vague figure standing there in the darkness.

"Who is there!"

He held up the flashlight and shined it in that direction, but the light of the flashlight was absorbed by the darkness, leaving only darkness.

Staring at the darkness, Fatty tried hard to recall every detail, but he still didn't find the coffin.

How could there be no coffin in the tomb?
Everything seems to be completely foggy.

The bag in his hand seemed to be worth a thousand pieces of gold at this moment, and the fat man threw the bag on the ground without saying a word.

"I didn't steal anything, at most I just helped keep it safe! You can't just frame people!"

Originally, he picked up these things to lure out the people behind the scenes, but now that the other parties have appeared, Fatty naturally doesn't need these burial objects.

"You're a ghost, what's the use of having so many people buried with you? Isn't it a good thing for me to keep it for you?"

Fatty doesn't care what that figure thinks, his main focus is to provoke the other person. Only in this way will this guy hiding in the dark appear.

Sure enough, no matter what it is, it cannot be stimulated. No, after hearing the fat man's words, a black shadow rushed out of the darkness, and the fat man was enveloped in the black mist.

The suffocating stench overwhelmed the fat man. The fat man really decided that he was going to be smoked to death.

"I asked you, guy, can you keep some distance from me? You stink so much, it's even worse than the smell of corpses!

It's terrible! "

He couldn't help but bend over and vomit. The fat man really couldn't hold on any longer, and his face turned red from holding it in.

After a while, the fat man finally got used to the smell. The three copper coins in his hand flew out and broke through the black mist. Then, he saw a face hidden in the black mist.

It was a rather disgusting and ugly face. Fatty had never seen such an ugly person in his life.

"You're so damn ugly and you still come out to scare people. Damn it!"

"You shameless fat man, first you stole my things, and now you scold me, I want you to die here!"

That face was extremely angry, roaring at the fat man, and those dark yellow teeth were really disgusting!

A pair of hands stretched out from the black mist, with long sharp nails, and the target was Fatty.

Seeing this, the fat man squeezed the three copper coins tightly and looked at that face coldly, "You damn monster, I want to break up your black mist first and see what you are!"

"I am a human being, I am a human being-"

(End of this chapter)