piecing together the soul

Chapter 97 Chapter 57
To be honest, if I were a living person, I would definitely feel scared now, but Xiao Han is really too bold, he just walked forward with his bag on his back, and told me to follow him closely.

How could you not follow him closely?I thought to myself, looking around, I recognized him alone, and the most important thing was that he took my bones with me, so I couldn't go far at all.

As the saying goes, "Looking at the mountains and running to death", we walked for a long time looking at the lights before we came to the front.

Xiao Han knocked on the door and said in Mandarin, "Is anyone there?"

There is a sentence in it, it is a middle-aged woman, and it should be a dialect, I can't understand it.

Xiao Han replied: "Ma'am, I'm alone. I don't intend to stay here, I just asked if anyone else has been here."

There was another sentence in it.

Xiao Han smiled twice: "Understood, you should go to bed early, I will leave first."

After all, Xiao Han didn't turn around, but continued to walk forward.

I hurriedly asked: "Aren't you going back? There is no one in front, where are you going?"

"Go in."

"Where are you going?"

"Is your memory so bad?" Xiao Han gave me a sideways glance, "I should have mentioned to you, Xueling Mountain."

what!I remembered that when we arrived, he mentioned something. He was supposed to talk about it on the way, but he didn't mention it again when we got in the car, and I didn't ask again.

"You, you told Mr. Song to send the corpse here?" I said, and couldn't help smiling, "This place is gloomy, and you can't drive in any further, right? If you want to bring the corpse , he has to carry it on his back, can he dare to carry a dead body into this place?"

"If he doesn't dare to come in, he won't be able to get what he wants, it depends on how much he wants heart powder." Xiao Han said with a sneer.

Looking up and looking forward, there are bushes, and it is bleak and withered in autumn. There should be wind and sand here, giving people a feeling of fog.

The feeling of not being able to see things clearly is really depressing.

"When we get to a place like this, I guess I don't need to take action, right?" I said, "That Mr. Song doesn't look like a bold person."

"He is quite courageous." Xiao Han said, "Would he dare to kill if he is timid?"

"He didn't stab you with a knife, he just pushed you. Even if he was sentenced, he might be sentenced to manslaughter."

"How can you say such things as a person from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China?"

"I've been staying in the bookstore for the past few years. What knowledge can't I learn? It depends on whether I want to learn or not."

As we continued to walk forward, Xiao Han suddenly stopped and stayed where he was. He didn't continue walking or turn around, but just listened intently with his ears up.

"what happened?"

He laughed "heh" and said, "It's nothing."

I looked back very curiously, but it was still pitch black and there was nothing.What is he laughing at?After a while, he had already walked a few steps forward, and I quickly followed up and said, "What did you say just now, what is the name of this place?"

"Blood Tomb Mountain." He repeated, "Blood, Mausoleum, Mountain."

"Why is it called such a name?"

Xiao Han said: "It wasn't called that name before, but I don't remember what it was called. The origin of this name is because a tomb was dug out in this mountain. It seems to be buried in some king of the Han Dynasty. There are many things buried in the tomb. There were a lot of people buried with him. But the strangest thing is that there was blood everywhere inside. The coffin must have been filled with blood, and the funeral objects were also covered with dried blood. Even the seal was soaked in blood. At that time, the smell of blood was very strong. Many surrounding villages could smell it."

"Princes and kings?" I guessed, "Is it buried in such a crappy place?"

"Do you understand?" Xiao Han said, "Choosing a yin house is not about choosing a store, it has to be in a good location. A yin house pays attention to Feng Shui, one of which is that the closer to nature and farther away from the city, the better. And if you go to If you have been to the top of this mountain, you will know that this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with wind and water above, and open halls. It belongs to yin... Although it is a yin house, but this house is too yin, I really don't know what the owner of the tomb thinks."

"Do you still know Feng Shui?"

Xiaohan said as she walked, "We are Yin and Yang, connected with Fengshui, we understand a little bit, but not very well. It's like this mausoleum, I don't know his intentions."

After walking forward for a while, Xiao Han stopped in front of a small slope, and took out a flashlight from her bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He didn't answer, but started to clean up the pile of weeds in front of him. After watching him clean up for 3 minutes, I asked him, "Are you going to rest tonight?"

"I'm planning." Xiao Han said, "But I'll rest when I get a place."

"To where?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Xiao Han kicked at the cleared area in front of me, followed by a "dang" sound, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Xiao Han covered her mouth and nose and took two steps back. I subconsciously wanted to cover my mouth and nose, but I raised my hand and realized that I didn't need it.

"What are you doing?"

"Here we are."

(End of this chapter)