Daqin Emperor Mausoleum

At this time, stuttering said the words that made my hair stand on end: "face, my face..." Hearing this, I felt the cold air rising from my heels to my forehead. The ghost of the corpse is possessed!

Stuttering murmured: "Face, where is my face?" As he spoke, he stroked his face with his weak and boneless hands. At the beginning, Stuttering was able to caress his cheek carefully, but after a while, he The movement of the hand became faster and stronger, and the touch gradually changed its taste.

The uncle was afraid of stuttering, so he said to me: "Qin Guan, eldest nephew, can you save him?" I wanted to save him too, but I am not a master like Zou Yang, I am a half-baked at best Taoist priests can't save themselves, how can they save others, but thinking that if stuttering really dies here, this ghost may not let it go, and my uncle and I will not be alone.

I stood forward and said to Stuttering: "I wonder which fairy got on the body of my friend?" The upper body of the ghosts cannot be mentioned as ghosts, otherwise they will be offended. Stuttering heard me asking him , didn't have the slightest reaction, just kept touching his face.

I pretended to be brave, moved forward, and waved the light in front of Stutter's face. I don't know if my light attracted Stutter, and Stutter slowly raised his head drooping in front of his chest, but waited until Stutter was completely After raising my head, I was secretly surprised, stuttering, this seemingly harmless rubbing already made his face red and swollen, but fortunately there was no blood.

But before I finished rejoicing, Stutter raised his hand, and while I was stunned, he grabbed my face. Under the pale light, Stutter rolled his eyes and touched his face frantically. He tilted his neck, his face With a joyful expression on his face, he squeezed out a smile and said: "Face, I have face!" I looked at the stammer and said, "My friend, this face is not yours, it is my stammer's friend's!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I stuttered and shook my body, and then said ferociously: "This is not my face, this is not my face!" As I said this, I frantically scratched my face with my fingernails, and my stuttering face was completely wiped out. The rubbing was congested and swollen. When he scratched like this, he immediately saw blood, and scratches appeared on his face one after another. The stutter couldn't feel pain at all, but with the sound of kechi kechi, the stutter's face was covered with blood. There were bright red bloodstains, and one of the scratches was from the left eyelid through the nose to the bottom of the right ear.

All this happened in a short period of time. I just finished saying that this is my friend’s face, but I stuttered like a cat whose tail was stepped on. Stuttering, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid stuttering will really lose face!

I went forward and wanted to hold Stutter with my hand, but just as my left hand held Stutter's right hand, I felt an indescribable force coming from his right hand, and I was pushed back by him casually. After a few steps, the current stuttering is actually comparable to the faceless corpse outside!

Since I couldn't get close to his body, I immediately pulled out a talisman and muttered something in my mouth, what is the Taishang Laojun who is in a hurry like a law, what is Namo Amitabha, and waved the talisman in my hand, but the talisman was not sacrificed at all. It just fluttered and fell to the ground, so shameless!

Seeing that the stuttering in front of me was about to close my eyeballs, I immediately shouted: "Stop!" Then I bent down and picked up the charm on the ground, taking advantage of the moment when I was stuttering and lost my mind, I grabbed the charm in my hand The spell was pasted on Jieba's body. This spell was carefully drawn for me by the master when he left. Each one is extremely precious.

Stuttered by the spell, immediately let out a miserable cry, trembling all over, trying to take off the spell, but every time the hand touched the spell, it was blocked by the golden light from the spell, and the golden light touched the stuttered hand, stuttered and let out a scream.

Seeing Stutter behave like this, I feel a little more at ease, at least now he won't scratch his face anymore, I said to the wailing Stutter in front of me: "I'll ask you again, who are you? Why did you possess me?" On my friend?"

Stuttering realized at this time that it was impossible for him to take down the talisman, so he stared at me with his pale eyes and said, "Who am I, and I don't know who I am?" I frowned and said: " Who were you before you were alive, and why did you appear here?"

Stuttering repeated my words: "Who was I before I was alive? Why did I appear here? Who was I before I was alive? Why did I appear here?" Stuttering kept repeating these words, and then the speed of speaking became faster and faster, and the expression on his face It's getting more and more ferocious, I'm afraid he's in trouble, so I immediately said: "Calm down first, and tell me why you fucked my friend first."

When Stutter heard my words, he didn't think about who he was or why he appeared here, he whispered: "I want to find face, I want to find face, this person has face, I want to find face." Hearing stammer If there is no brainless word, my heart moved, and I deduced the general idea of ​​this matter. This ghost should be the ghost of the faceless corpse we met just now. It's just that more than 2000 years have passed, and he has been unable to let go of the obsession in his heart. In this tomb, after the three of us came in today, he found that Stutter had a face, so he thought it was his own face, so he put on Stutter.

After thinking about it, this ghost is also a pitiful person. For more than 2000 years, he has been ignorantly relying on the remaining obsessions to survive. After figuring this out, I stammered softly: "You are dead, and your face is also gone. It's gone." Stammered: "I'm already dead, and I can't find my face, why can't I find my face, where is my face?" Seeing that the stammer had a tendency to go crazy again, I hurried He said: "These are not the key points. Since you can't remember it, don't think about it. Now I think you should leave my friend's body as soon as possible. Yin and Yang are separated. If you stay on him for a long time, it is not good for you."

Stuttering obviously didn't listen to what I was thinking, and continued to mutter: "My face, Yan Ji, give me back my face, Yan Ji, who is Yan Ji?" He said that, could it be that Yan Ji is the black mist in the mural above?

I picked up the flashlight and shot it at the top of the tomb, wanting to take another look at the black mist, but what I couldn't believe was that the picture above our heads was gone!Looking at the clean roof of the tomb, I was stunned for a while, the haunting was so fierce, the murals all ran away on their own!

I still wanted to continue persuading the ghost on Jieba, and wanted him to come down, but when I shone the flashlight on Jieba, I saw Jieba hitting straight forward. It looked like he had lost consciousness, so I leaned forward I went forward and hugged him, but before I could stand still, I felt a whirring sound coming from the top of my head, and I intuitively felt that there was a strong attack, and I suddenly realized that this was the tomb door, and now I stuttered , the door behind him also followed, I stuttered and ran to the side, but the sound of the wind above my head disappeared, I looked in a blink of an eye, it turned out that the uncle had arrived at the door at this time, resisting the tomb door, and then No tragedy was caused.

I dragged my stutter aside and shook the flashlight, trying to use my left eye to see what the ghost looked like and where did it go?But after turning around, there was no ghost in the tomb, and the ghost didn't know where it went.

Although the stuttering was scratched by himself, fortunately this ghost is just a ray of obsession in life, and has no intention of harming others. Otherwise, the stuttering may not be as simple as the face being injured.

I walked over, turned off the flashlight, helped the uncle to hold the door of the tomb, and said to the uncle: "Uncle, did you hear the ghost just now?" The uncle said: "Yes, this person should be the one in the tomb. , His face was cut off during his lifetime, and his ghost still lingers after death, he wants to find his own face, but his consciousness should not be complete, and he can’t remember many things before his lifetime.” I nodded in agreement.

After being silent for a while, I said to my uncle: "Uncle, do you know that there is Yan Ji in history?" The uncle thought for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "Aren't you a history student? Why are you still asking me?" "I'm studying archaeology," I corrected, I sighed, and continued: "I thought about it just now, it seems that in the history of the Qin Dynasty, there was no famous woman named Yanji, Yanji Yanji , could it be the daughter of Yan Kingdom, the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period?"

The uncle thought for a while and said, "Maybe it is, who knows." I said to the uncle, "Uncle, ever since I entered the tomb, I have felt that the tomb is a bit strange, have you noticed it?" The uncle hummed, I continued: "The locals call this place Beauty Valley. Since there is a large tomb, it is not difficult to imagine that a woman should be buried here."

Uncle continued. Well, I continued: "The location of this tomb is such a fierce and fierce terrain. Originally, I thought that this should be the landform formed after the construction of this tomb, but now it seems that it is not. This landform should have existed before the tomb was built. The Fengshui skills of the ancients are much better than ours. Especially for such a major event as the construction of the tomb, we must find a very good Fengshui master to build it. Even so, this phenomenon still occurs. The tomb chamber is located on a great terrain, this matter is a bit strange."

The uncle was dizzy and said, "What exactly do you want to say?" I said, "I came up with something, I don't know if it's right or wrong, and I want to tell you."

The uncle said in a muffled voice: "Then hurry up and say it!" I smiled wryly, I must explain my doubts, I sorted out my thoughts, and slowly expressed my assumptions.