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Chapter Thirteen Southern Grave Robbers

"What are you laughing at?" The mouse immediately stretched its neck.

"It is indeed true that all living beings worship their mother here, but do you know what kind of Feng Shui saying is that all living beings worship their mother? What is its significance?"

"I... of course I know." The mouse stuttered, obviously unable to answer.

"I'm afraid what you just said was what you heard Mr. Yuan say on the road last time, right?" As soon as Peanut said this, Mouse was even more speechless. "Let me tell you, all living beings worship their mother is a part of Tianluo Feng Shui.

According to Tianluo Fengshui, Tianluo Fengshui is big-headed Fengshui, and tombs and mausoleums are not included in it. It is about the general trend of mountains and rivers, and all living beings worshiping their mother is the smallest type of Tianluo Fengshui. Such a place is most suitable for building temples and worshiping mothers.

His surname is Zongshen, and it has nothing to do with Ksitigarbha at all."

"But the tomb of the king of the Western Han Dynasty is up there, so how do you explain it? It's not like the Feng Shui master at that time didn't have your eyesight." The mouse stared at Peanut unconvinced.

"It's very strange." Peanut looked at the mountain above his head and suddenly asked the mouse: "In your opinion, what are the specifications of that royal tomb?"

"It's an absolute royal tomb. I've walked through no less than twenty royal tombs, but I've never seen one that big. The tomb passage in front alone is several hundred meters long. I calculated it later, plus the links where Liu Ye and I got lost.

The whole mountain is probably hollowed out." Although Mouse's expression was a bit exaggerated, it didn't look like he was bragging.

"Although there is no harm in building a mausoleum in such a place, it does not conform to any kind of terrain in Feng Shui. It is just for ordinary people. If it is a prince from the Western Han Dynasty, it would be very strange."

"I don't know if it's your fault, but damn, when are we going to go up the mountain? I've seen several mountain roads ahead." I stepped forward and asked.

"Those roads are for people, and we can get to where we want to go, but we have to hang a rope from the top of the mountain. If we walk fast, we can get there tomorrow night." The mouse was obviously sarcastic to me.

"Then how long do we have to wander at the foot of the mountain?" Lao Tan also asked.

"Come on, there is a road leading directly to the ridge just a dozen miles ahead." There was a weird smile on the mouse's expression when he spoke. I felt like he seemed to be hiding something from us.

Later I found out that the reason why Peanut was there to talk to Mouse about the Feng Shui of this mountain was that, firstly, he had doubts in his mind at the time, and secondly, he wanted to take the opportunity to give Lao Tan and I some time to breathe.

After a short rest, we walked in the dark for more than three hours, going around from one side of the mountain to the other. The sound of rushing water could be heard in front of us, and several people walked over to get water to wash their faces.

"Okay, get ready to go up the mountain." The mouse stood up and pointed towards the dark forest ahead.

I was about to stand up when Peanut said, "No, let's rest now."

"Ah, are you resting again?" The mouse glanced at Peanut with hostility, and we couldn't figure out why he chose to rest here.

Before I could say anything, Peanut patted me on the shoulder. "I'm so tired that I'm stuck in the mud. I'll die even if I go to the ancient tomb. Now let's rest for four hours, eat and sleep."

I really didn’t want to rest, but fatigue couldn’t fool my body. Lao Tan and I had never experienced such a trek, and we were both too tired. Especially Lao Tan, at this time, he was so tired that he didn’t even want to say anything. So, we

According to Peanut's arrangement, we took out the food, filled our stomachs, and then sprayed mosquito repellent on each other. Lao Tan and I sat on the rocks of [***] to rest, relying on our backpacks.

The mouse was throwing stones by the river. Peanut was not looking at him. Instead, he took out the three metal bricks and seemed to be thinking about something.

After closing my eyes for a while, I realized that I couldn't sleep at all, so I lit a cigarette, walked over to Peanut and sat down.

"Want one?" I handed the cigarette to Peanut. Peanut shook his head first, but then suddenly took the cigarette. Looking at the way he smoked, I knew that this person must have never smoked before.

"Are you really my father's friend?" I wanted to ask him something clearly.

Peanut followed my example, took a breath of cigarette, and then answered me with a smile, "At least we have interacted with each other a few years ago."

"Then why are you sleeping in a coffin in my cellar? Did my father lock you up?"

Peanut's next answer was a little strange.

"Some things can't be closed. Maybe I'm too tired." When he said this, Peanut laughed even harder.

"Can we stop talking about such profound things? Why don't you just tell me?" I found that chatting with this person seemed easy, but just a few words made people feel panicked.

"I am a very troublesome person. You'd better not ask me anything, otherwise, you will be in trouble too."

Oh my God! This guy must have read too many mindless romance novels. After just a few sentences, I almost gave up on continuing the conversation with this guy. But I gritted my teeth and continued.

Asked a question.

"Peanut, what is your name?"

Peanut grinned, "You can call me Mr. Hua."

"Bah, I still call you Andy Lau." After saying that, I stood up and slapped my butt, ready to go find the rat and have a chat.

"My name is Chen Zixiang." When turning around, Peanut suddenly whispered.

"Chen Zixiang..." I thought about the name in my mind, "Okay, you should call me Peanut."

Both of them laughed. I threw the pack of cigarettes and lighter to him, then went to find the mouse and chatted with him. The teacher taught us since childhood that "language is the key to the soul", but that damn mouse's first sentence

That made my teacher deny it.

"You came to chat with me, tsk tsk, forget it, Master Yuan, we are not from the same place, I have told you everything you know, don't try to get anything from me."

I snorted, "I want to know what kind of person my father is in your tomb robbing business?"

"Your father, that's quite telling." Mouse sat down and asked me for cigarettes, so I stuffed another box of cigarettes in my pocket directly to him, "Young Master Yuan is so heroic. You are so proud of your father Yuan Liuye."

Same... Speaking of your dad, he is one of the top figures in our industry. Do you know what your dad's nickname is?"

I motioned for him to continue.

"Star-catching hands." The mouse kept shaking his head as he spoke, "Your father's hands are really amazing. He can grab any object in the coffin in the blink of an eye, quickly and easily.

stable."

After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused, "It doesn't matter whether you pick up the things in the coffin quickly or slowly."

"You don't understand the following things. No matter how big an ancient tomb is, no matter how many burial objects there are, the things in the coffin are the most valuable. However, those things are the true love of the tomb owner, how can they be easily taken away by others.

Those who are inexperienced think that it is enough to pry open the coffin lid, but most of them die in this last step. Opening the coffin is the most difficult thing in tomb robbing. Sometimes, life or death only depends on those few seconds.

It’s about the bell. And your father can be said to be the most powerful coffin-opener. There are top coffins like me everywhere in the south. There is no way to compare with your father."

After listening to this, I thought to myself, is that old guy in rags so awesome? But more or less, I also felt a bit of admiration for my father. When Mouse mentioned some of my father's proud works, he couldn't help but take a picture.

All kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred flew out of his thighs following his saliva.

I heard what he said about south and north, so I asked him how these things were divided.

"That's all an explanation. In the final analysis, he is not just a thief. But there are indeed many differences. The Yangtze River is the boundary. Tomb robbers in the north are good at Feng Shui and Zhouyi. They can find the location of ancient tombs with their eyes. There is really no

It has to be said, but those people are not good at things underground. They pretend to follow the rules, but in fact they are not capable enough to take out many ghost weapons from the ancient tombs. We southerners are different. As long as we find the ancient tombs,

Most of the tombs can be turned upside down in one go, and they can be sure to be clean inside after leaving."

Looking at Mouse's proud face, I thought to myself, aren't you calling yourself a bastard?

The expense is still unfinished, "The reason why we are so powerful is because we have a lot of talents in the south. My rats rely on their throats to get food, and those who rely on their hands, eyes, noses and ears. In short, there are as many types of people in our south as there are parts in the body."

Talent. As for Bashu, your father and the others are different from us. They have a little bit of influence from both the north and the south, but the rules of the north and the south cannot control them. In fact, they are already their own sect. Although there are few people, they are

There are many clan connections, that is to say, all the tomb robbers in your place belong to the family name. If you catch one, the whole family will be done with it."

Everything was fine up front, but when I heard the last sentence, I almost got up and beat the guy.

The two of us chatted a lot, and I also learned a lot about the strange and strange things in the tomb robbing industry. When I raised my head, I found that the morning light was already showing on the horizon.

Peanut patted Lao Tan's forehead with his hand to wake him up, and then everyone had a hearty meal, and then followed the mouse up the mountain.

The road that the mice took us was no longer a road. On the slope with an angle of more than 50 degrees, we had to hold on to the weeds on the mountain with one hand, and then step on the rocks protruding from the mountain with our feet.

There is no difference when climbing with bare hands, and there is no safety rope.

The dead rat at the front was like a wild monkey, crawling up and down. From time to time, it would dig up a few gravels and hit my head. I don’t know if the dog said it on purpose. But the peanut in front of me was like a wild monkey.

I deliberately slowed down, and occasionally stopped to give Lao Tan and I a hand. I had done rock climbing in Yanjing before, but now I was carrying more than ten kilograms of equipment on my back, and the insects and ants along the way were trying their best to bite me.

my arms, making me feel tired and upset.

"Mouse, are you fucking right? We, phew, are we going to keep climbing up like this?" Lao Tan stopped and shouted.

I was thinking about this in my mind, and I couldn't help but curse: "Are you trying to get rid of us?"

The mouse was leaning on a rock and laughed at us, "Look at you, don't follow if you don't have the strength, just let me and Mr. Hua go."

I cursed in my heart, you really want to get rid of us.

When we climbed onto the big rock where the mouse was, Peanut squinted his eyes and looked at the mouse, "This is about sixty or seventy meters away from the foot of the mountain. What do you think the chances are for a person to survive if he falls from here?"

After hearing this, the mouse giggled and said, "Master Hua, don't joke with me. I don't mean to trouble you, but this is the only way to go." As he said that, the mouse walked straight to the tall grass in front of him. "

Look there, there are steps behind the grass."

I looked carefully and felt that there was a rock wall behind the pile of weeds. How could there be steps?

"Stairs?" Peanut also looked at the mouse in confusion.
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