Gong Fugui picked up the cigarette and took two strong puffs before continuing:

At that time, I issued a hush-hush order to those who knew about it, telling them that no one was allowed to tell anyone about this matter, especially the governor.

The military governor has never believed in ghosts and gods. In his eyes, as long as someone has a gun, even if the Lord of Hell comes, he has to stand aside. Moreover, he is very curious.

With the warlord's temperament, if he knew there was such a tomb on the mountain, he would dig it up and take a look even if he knew there was nothing inside.

But I didn't expect that not even half a month later, the governor heard about Qiulong's grave and insisted on asking me to go up the mountain to dig the grave. I refused to agree, so the governor dismissed me from my post in anger and put me to death.

They incorporated me into the engineer camp and asked me to follow others up the mountain. They also said that if I didn't go, I would be shot.

I was really forced to do nothing, so I found the most famous Feng Shui master at that time, "Yi Tong", and begged him to go up the mountain with us.

At that time, the military governor dismissed me from my post and I could not lead the troops, so he asked his master to take us to the Qiulong Tomb.

His master was also a person of some distinction. Although his reputation was not as great as that of others at first glance, it was not much different.

At that time, I just mingled with the engineering company and followed them up the mountain. When they saw the Qiulong grave, they were both stunned. No one dared to open the grave!

However, without opening the grave, we had no way to explain to the governor. In those days, human lives were like grass! If the governor was unhappy, he would drag us out and kill us.

As for running away, it is even more impossible. There are old and young children in our family. Who can leave the young ones behind and run for their lives?

We haven't thought about getting a fake coffin back to fool the Overseer, but who can guarantee that among the more than 100 people who went up the mountain, there was no spy for the Overseer?

Even if the Overseer doesn't arrange any spies, there are still people who want to climb up. As long as one person goes back and says a few words to the Overseer, we're all doomed.

Yi Tong was so angry that he stamped his feet and kept scolding me for being a liar. The master thought for a long time before dragging Yi Tong aside and earnestly persuading him to open the grave.

There is no way to know at a glance, so in the end I have to bite the bullet and open the grave.

He first asked people to saw the bottom of the horned dragon tree open, intending to expose a hole, and then slowly explore into the tomb.

Who would have known that when we hit the ax here, blood spurted out from the tree trunk. The person wielding the ax couldn't avoid it and was sprayed with blood on his face. He wiped it down smoothly, and his face was covered with blood.

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The man was rolling on the ground with his face covered. He was rolling all the way on the ground, with pieces of blood and flesh falling off his face. After a while, he died. I waited for me to take his hand.

When he came down, all the flesh on the man's head was gone, leaving only a bloody skull shell.

Our group was so scared that no one dared to touch the tomb, nor did we dare to just go back, so we simply set up camp on the top of the mountain.

The next day, as soon as it got light, the master asked people to get up, but there was a tent where the people couldn't get up. I went over and looked inside, and there was no one in that tent.

Each one of them looked like they had been bitten to death by a snake, and died in the tent with their faces covered in darkness. However, there was not a single bite mark on their bodies, and they were lying straight on the ground, just like that.

It's like sleeping side by side.

I took a closer look and saw that they were not out of breath in their sleep. Their hands were all clawed into the ground, and their heels pushed the ground open several inches. It was like being bitten by a snake and having their mouths covered and pressed.

They fell to the ground and formed a row of dead bodies.

I originally planned to burn the bodies, but I wouldn't let him do it. He said he would keep these dead people for use.

Yan Tong left the dead man alone for a day, and when the sun was about to set, he had the body lifted up and placed under the tree with his head facing the trunk. He then drew something on the head of the dead man.

The general told us all to go back to our tents and not come out no matter what we heard at night. No lights or fires were allowed in the camp. In short, no light could be seen at all. If anyone shines a light and is dragged away by the dead, don’t complain.

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We did as he said, and at night, I heard a clicking sound from the Qiulong Tomb, which sounded like someone gnawing at wood.

I didn't dare to look outside, but I could imagine a few dead people holding on to the wood and chewing on it!

After a while, I heard someone in the tent next to me desperately shouting for help. Later, the person moved as if he was being dragged away, going down the hillside, and then there was no movement at all.

I was so frightened that I sat in the tent all night with my gun in my arms. I finally waited until the next morning before crawling out of the tent.

Last night, people really died in the camp. A hole was dug out of the tent next to me, and there was one less soldier inside.

When I asked, I found out that the man was so frightened when he heard the sound of wood at the Qiulong Tomb, that he wanted to light a cigarette to calm down. As a result, as soon as he lit the fire, someone tore a hole in the tent, and the man was still smoking.

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Chapter completed!