Tomb Raiders Discovery: The Ghost Spell of Pangu

More than 40 years have passed, looking back at our family, it seems that the situation has not been peaceful because of the grandfather's departure, but even more disasters!In just 40 years, three uncles passed away one after another, all suffering from strange illnesses!The bones of the whole body were distorted and deformed, the muscles were calcified and ossified, and a strange protrusion grew on the top of the head, which was half the size of a fist, and the scale-like hard skin continued to fall off the protrusion!My father also seemed to realize something, and when he started to feel a little unwell, he ran away from home and traveled around!Of course, this was five years ago.

My name is Qian Long, and I have inherited my ancestral business. I set up a shop near the Old Town God’s Temple in Shanghai. I mainly deal in antique restoration, and also sell some small goods that are shoveled and packaged.The craftsmanship that my grandfather learned from Gong Maolin back then covered porcelain, calligraphy and painting, seals, and cloisonné. When it was passed down to my generation, only porcelain was left to understand.

Not long after lunch, the sun is scorching the concrete road outside the door like a fireball. Summer in Shanghai is so sultry!As long as you stand under the sun for half an hour, the places that can be exposed to the sun will turn red!I was sitting under the fan, cleaning a drum nail can with acetone water, sweating like rain.

"Ah Wen, what are you up to? I'm here to buy some goods!" The person who spoke was a colleague of mine. The shop is not far from here. He is a Cantonese man with a bitter face and the back of his head sticking out. Everyone calls him Bazitou. .Huohuo is a jargon in the antique industry, which means that merchants in antique shops can take away each other's goods and sell them on their behalf.Regardless of the value of the antiques, if anyone who knows them in the same trade takes them away, they only need to make a letter.In the past hundred years, there has been no such thing as "huohuo" in the industry who did not admit their accounts or keep their promises, and this has formed a traditional rule of the industry.

"Yeah." I snorted without raising my head, Ba Zitou often comes to my place to collect goods, anyway, the business is not very good, so I let him go.

As soon as Ba Zitou put up a written document and left, he heard a burst of high-heeled shoes: "Excuse me, is the boss there?"

I raised my eyes and looked out. I have opened the store for several years, and I often meet such two-faced people.Normally, I usually cough twice or straighten my waist to indicate that Lao Tzu is sitting here and is alive.But today the girl's accent aroused my interest. Although I don't speak the native dialect, I can still understand it.Her accent should be near Ling county.

"I'm the boss here, what's the matter, girl?" I put down the clay pot in my hand, and took two steps towards the outside.There is only such a room on the left and right of my shop, and all the things are placed here, so under normal circumstances, it is lazy to even stand up.

Seeing that I could understand the Hunan dialect, the girl immediately became confident. She straightened up the two towering hills covered by the light green floral short sleeves, and went straight into the room: "Excuse me, is your surname Qian?"

"Yes, how does the girl know?" We rarely inquire about each other's names in this line of work, which made me more vigilant.

The girl picked up a newly imitated five-legged incense burner, and said while playing with it: "Is your grandfather Qian Yi?"

"Who the hell are you?" My family background has been found out so clearly, which makes me feel very insecure.

"My name is Wu Jiayi. Our grandfather is an old acquaintance." Wu Jiayi put down the incense burner, turned around and said to me.

This reminded me of Wu Yue who used to accompany my grandfather to Yanling, and I felt a little relieved: "Oh, hello, your grandfather is Mr. Wu Yue, right?"

Wu Jiayi nodded but did not answer.I then asked, "What can Ms. Wu want from me?"

"My father passed away." Wu Jiayi said so abruptly, which made me confused for a moment.I thought to myself, what does your father's death have to do with me? Could it be that your father's father knew my father's father, and if your father is dead, I still have to go to mourn?

But I still said comforting words: "Oh... people can't be resurrected after death, Ms. Wu's condolences."

Wu Jiayi didn't seem to hear me, so she gasped and said, "It's the same illness as your three uncles." Seeing that I couldn't speak Hunan dialect, she also changed to Mandarin.

Speaking of this, I have already understood a little bit. I don't know how many times I have thought about the illness of the three uncles.I always feel a little weird, it seems that since the destruction of Yanling decades ago, there has been a nightmare-like curse haunting the whole family.Seeing Wu Jiayi staring at me, I didn't speak.

"Let's not play around, I'm here to save our lives." Wu Jiayi paused and continued, "You should have guessed that the ten teachers who took the lead in destroying the Yanling Mausoleum angered the gods. More than 40 years have passed, This bad luck still hangs over these few surviving families, and it will never stop from generation to generation, until the family disappears from the world."

I lit a cigarette and found a stool for Wu Jiayi: "Do you have a solution?"

Wu Jiayi nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "You will know when you dig your grandfather's grave."