"What did you take out in that tomb?"

When Zhao Yinyang talked about this, I couldn't help asking.

"Have nothing."

"Have nothing?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yinyang nodded, "The tomb is indeed as what the Yang surname said, and there is nothing."

"His grandma, I'm blindly beside the tomb, there's nothing, really nothing? You must have taken something inside, but you just refused to say it!" Yang Shujun said.

"I really didn't take it!" Zhao Yinyang said with a sad face, "I was also very depressed at the time. After working for a long time, it turned out to be an empty tomb. There was nothing but a bone rack in the coffin..."

Zhao Yinyang said that after a disappointment, he crawled out of the tomb and left, and did not restore the tomb. After returning to the cemetery, he pried open the coffin and carried the female corpse into the car, and then drove back. Village Chief Zhao said he wanted to take Zhao Yinyang to "submit himself". Zhao Yinyang was very scared. He also thought that the ancient tomb might be the ancestral tomb of Gaojia Village. After digging someone's ancestral tomb, he would definitely not be able to settle it by paying money. He did not dare to tell Village Chief Zhao, and at the same time he thought that if Village Chief Zhao stood up for him, he could push the main responsibility to Village Chief Zhao...

"You're really not a thing!"

After scolding Zhao Yinyang, I thought to myself that as of this, after Zhao Yinyang left, someone else might have entered the tomb and moved the bones in the coffin.

"You really see something glowing in the tomb?" I asked.

"I did see it!" said Zhao Yinyang.

I was puzzled and felt that there might be something strange about the tomb.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, someone brought us food. It was nothing more than porridge, steamed buns and pickles. The delicious food we brought were "confiscated". Miss Bai, Yang Shujun, and I were originally mainly here to travel and play, but unexpectedly they became "prisoners". The three of them smiled bitterly.

After dinner, Miss Bai and I sat leaning against the corner of the house, listening to the sound of rain outside, and soon fell asleep.

I slept until dawn and was woken up by the sound of the door opening. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and saw the old man walking in with a few villagers.

"How is it?" said the old man, "You still don't want to tell where our ancestors' skulls have been taken?"

I thought to myself, whether this old man believes it or not, I should tell him the truth. I told the old man exactly what Zhao Yinyang told us last night, his grave digging, and his frame-up on Village Chief Zhao and us.

The old man had a calm face and did not comment. Zhao Yinyang lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the old man.

"Uncle, I am actually a Qimen magician. The reason why I came here with Uncle Yang and Yuxin is because I am afraid that you will be too difficult for Village Chief Zhao and Zhao Yinyang to plead for them. We didn't expect that Zhao Yinyang, a bastard, not only stole the body of his tall wife, but also dug up your ancestral grave. He was afraid that you would be beaten to death on the spot, so he pushed the blame to Village Chief Zhao and us. I said everything I should say. Whether you believe it or not, in short, I will find a way to help you find your ancestors' heads, but you have to take me to your ancestral grave to take a look..."

Yang Shujun said that this young man was very powerful. Then he pointed to Village Chief Zhao and said that this man's son was rescued by this young man. Village Chief Zhao nodded repeatedly. Miss Bai said, if you don't believe it, you can open the bag I searched out of our car yesterday and take a look. There are many magic weapons in it. If you still don't believe it, you can ask A Leng to cast a spell for you...

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, as long as we can get the head of our ancestors back, we can take you wherever we go."

Under the leadership of the old man, we left the village and came to the back mountain. The villagers were afraid that we would run away, so they all followed behind. The ancestral tomb and Zhao Yinyang’s description last night was not much different, but there were two trees behind the tomb, which Zhao Yinyang did not mention. Due to the uneven bones, the ancestral tomb has not been restored. The tomb was damaged, with a large piece of the blue bricks exposed inside.

Overall, the feng shui of the ancestral tomb is still good. In order to make the village elder believe in my ability, I praised the feng shui of the ancestral tomb with the old man, what kind of mountain is like, what direction is like, etc. The old man's charcoal face is not as tight as before.

While I said this, I looked around carefully and found nothing unusual. Then I said to the old man, "Master, I want to go to the tomb to take a look." After hearing what I said, the villagers scolded each other, saying that we actually dared to go in and desecrate their ancestors, and shouted that we were going to beat us to death."

"Do you do it, kill us." I spread my hands, "After you beat us, you can't find your ancestors' heads back. Your Gao family has guarded the tombs for generations, and in your generation, your ancestors' heads have been lost. I see what face you will have to meet your ancestors after you die..."

The villagers gritted their teeth and glared at me, but they didn't dare to scold me anymore. The old man ordered the two villagers to take down a few bricks, a hole appeared, and they got into the tomb with me one by one.

With the dim light coming in from the hole, I saw that the tomb chamber was quite large and very wet, with a thick layer of soil at the bottom of my feet, which was soft when I stepped on. Except for a mottled coffin in the middle, there was nothing in the tomb chamber. The lid of the coffin stood beside the coffin, and a headless corpse lying in the coffin.

I walked around the tomb and found nothing unusual. The tomb was cold and I couldn't help but wrap my coat and pointed to the coffin and asked the old man, "Master, are you the corpse of Gao back in the coffin?" The old man hummed and said, of course."

"Tell me the time you first found the corpse missing." I said.

The old man thought about it and told me that I calculated that the time stem fell into the palace, and the time stem represents the skull, and the land of the outside plate is empty. Generally speaking, if this kind of situation is like finding lost objects, it means that it cannot be found. However, what we are looking for is not ordinary lost objects, but a human head, which is originally a whole with the body. Using the ordinary Qimen Bureau, it cannot tell where the skull is, but the use of Qimen may be possible.

"Uncle, as long as you can retrieve Master Gao's head, is it okay no matter what method I use?" I asked.

The old man was stunned at first, then nodded silently.

"Very good, I'm going to cast a spell here. You arrange someone to go back and get the bag I installed with my magic weapon..."

When the bag was taken, I had already figured out how to perform the magic. I pulled out a four-way divine talisman from it, pierced my fingers with a silver needle, squeezed out a drop of finger blood in the middle of the talisman paper, and tore it into the shape of a paper man. Then, I tore offended the paper man's head and limbs, and said to the corpse in the coffin, "Great Lord, offended me."

"Hey, what are you going to do, kid?" the old man asked anxiously.

I ignored him and spitted on the body that I tore off the paper man, and stuck it to the sternum of the corpse in the coffin.

"You fucking..."

I gave the old man a blank look, "Do you still want to find the head of your ancestors? If you want it, don't whine around, it will affect my spell casting..."

After I put the limbs of the paper man on the arm and leg bones of the corpse with saliva, I carefully placed the paper man's head above the collarbone of the corpse, where the original head was.

After doing all this, I calmed down and walked around the coffin, silently recited the magic spells of the four directions, and prayed to the gods of the four directions. After chanting them three times in a row, a 'hu' sound was heard, and a sensation of wind blew up from the flat ground in the tomb chamber.

After the cold wind, I looked into the coffin and saw that the paper man's head was gone.

"Success!" I was happy and said to the old man, "Where did the paper man's head blow by the gust of wind just now, the ancestor's head was there."

The old man was completely stunned and looked at me stupidly.

I took the paper man's body and limbs from the corpse and put it on the center and four corners of the compass. I held the center of the bottom of the compass with both hands and hands, silently recited the magical mantras in the four directions. The pointer of the compass turned around in circles, and the turning became slower and slower. Finally, I stopped and pointed to a direction.

"Walk, walk in the direction pointed by the compass and you will find the skull..."

After the old man and I got out of the tomb, the villagers saw me holding a compass like a bowl of water, and they were all stunned and stared at me.

The old man waved his hand and all the people followed me. Under the guidance of the compass, I led everyone through the village and walked into the reed marsh. When I arrived at a position in the middle of the reed marsh, the compass pointer swung and returned to normal pointing. I squatted down to look, and saw the head of the paper man I had made of talisman paper, lying quietly on a nest of grass.

Pulling away the weeds, a black hole appeared. The hole was about the same size as a child's waist. It looked quite deep and dark inside.

The old man squatted down and looked at it and said that it was a fox hole. Then, the old man ordered people to cut off the reeds around the hole, lit the sycamore, and placed it in the hole to burn it. One after another, a round thing flew out of the hole. After about five or six minutes, a round thing flew out of the hole, and it just hit the nose of the strong man holding the sycamore, and the nose was bleeding. The strong man was furious and grabbed the thing and was about to throw it away. The old man hurriedly shouted, "Don't throw it away!" When the man saw that the one hit his nose, it turned out that it was a skull. There was no doubt that this head was the head of their ancestors, and it turned out that it was pulled into the hole by the fox!

When my master was a child, he told me a story about a fox. Some old foxes who became spirits crawled into the ancient tomb and stole the skull of the tomb owner. Every night on the full moon, they put the skull on their heads and kowtowed to the moon. Over time, they would turn into human form...
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