Chapter 1492 Burial Mountain

The island was calm and the boat was easy to reach, but how to deal with Zhang Qizheng's body became a problem.

The body was very quiet along the way, so quiet that it even made everyone suspicious. The fat man who had landed at this moment even had a somewhat absurd idea. He hoped that the body would move a little, so that everyone would not have to be tense all the time.

"The body can't be left. I suggest pushing the boat back to the lake with the body." Yao Shunyu was the first to speak, with some urgency in his tone.

Hearing that the boat was no longer needed, the fat man began to hesitate, "This is not appropriate, how can we go back without the boat?"

"This is a dream, not reality. Believe me, the threat brought to us by the body is much greater than without the boat." Yao Shunyu wanted to convince everyone to agree with his point of view.

"Brother Yao has a point, but Brother Fugui also has a point. Let's choose between the two. The body must be thrown away, but the boat must be left. Don't quarrel, haha. There's no need to hurt the harmony over such a small matter." Shao Tong stepped forward to be a peacemaker.

Yao Shunyu was very wary of him. Hearing this, he sneered, "It's no big deal for us brothers to discuss things and say a few words. Why do you need an outsider to say more? If you have time, please explain the incident of me falling down the hillside yesterday.

Shao Tong looked at Yao Shunyu with an exaggerated expression, "Brother Yao, I don't understand what you said. It was you who fell down the hillside and disappeared inexplicably, not me. Do you want me to excuse you?"

Seeing that the dispute was getting more and more intense, Jiang Cheng spoke up, "Say less, the boat can be left, but what are you going to do with the body? "

Tang Qisheng looked around, and the mist that had dispersed on the lake surface gathered again. The mist floated on the lake surface. If it weren't for the gloomy background color, it could be called a paradise on earth.

Yao Shunyu looked at Shao Tong, "Since you proposed it, you can go on the boat and carry the body away."

Shao Tong nodded naturally, "Okay, I have nothing to hide, so what am I afraid of?"

After saying that, Shao Tong took a deep breath, then jumped on the boat alone, lowered his body and got into the cabin. Not long after, he actually brought the body out, but he didn't carry it on his back, but held it in front of him with his hands.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the neck of Zhang Qizheng's body just leaned towards the shore, and a pair of slightly turbid eyes were slightly open, as if he was saying hello to his friends.

Seeing the body approaching him, Zhu Jie felt that there were ants crawling all over his body, and said in panic: "Are you crazy? Why did you bring the body to the shore? Just throw it into the lake! "

Tang Qisheng seemed to understand and signaled Zhu Jie to shut up, "Don't talk nonsense. Throwing the body into the lake might cause some evil things. Don't forget, we might have to take this boat back.

After Tang Qisheng's reminder, Zhu Jie suddenly remembered something. Jiang Cheng had retold the story of the antique shop owner not long ago. At the end of the story, the fishermen who were forced to board the boat encountered an extremely terrifying scene. There was a knocking sound under the water.

If Zhang Qizhen found them on their way back by boat, they would still die.

Shao Tong dragged the body to a farther place and started digging a pit. Fatty also went to help because Mr. Zhang was good to him. Fortunately, there was mud and sand here. After a while, the two dug a pit that was just big enough to put the body in. Perhaps feeling that he had taken the wrong path before and boarded the pirate ship of the night watchman, Shao Tong rarely bowed three times to Zhang Qizhen's burial site and said some sorry words.

The fat man could not help but change his opinion of Shao Tong. It seemed that this man was very sincere. Maybe he had misunderstood him. He really surrendered this time.

Influenced by Shao Tong, the fat man touched his whole body, but he did not find anything decent to leave. In the end, he could only tear a piece of cloth, tie it to a piece of wood, and stick it here, which was regarded as the tombstone of Mr. Zhang.

But he was stopped by Shao Tong who stood up, "Don't leave a mark. There may be some ghosts on this island. Don't let them destroy Mr. Zhang's body."

The fat man nodded repeatedly after hearing this. He didn't expect Shao Tong to be quite meticulous. The body was buried here. As long as the tide rose, the traces left by the excavation would soon be wiped out by the waves, and no one would know that there was a body buried underneath.

After fixing the boat, Jiang Cheng silently observed the surroundings. The island was very humid, and some unnamed vegetation could be seen everywhere. These vegetation were relatively low, but they were all wet without exception, and even dripping water. The whole island gave people the feeling that it had just emerged from the bottom of the water not long ago.

The island was not very big, and the group arrived at the center of the island soon. It was not until they got closer that they realized how magnificent this ancestral temple-style building was.

Although it looked extremely old, the towering stone walls, the vermilion gate, and the stone statues of strange beasts under the eaves all showed the former prominence of this place.

Tang Qisheng obviously understood, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's right, the stone statues here are all rare and precious beasts that are fierce and good at fighting. This is the general temple! The ancestral temple of General Guo!"

Shao Tong looked up at the magnificent building and couldn't help sighing: "A general temple is built more magnificently than the imperial palace. I really don't know what these villagers think. Even if General Guo didn't die in the war, when the world was peaceful, I'm afraid the emperor would not tolerate him. The civil servants in the history books would even write in black and white to stab his spine."

Several people pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the ancestral temple. A sense of heaviness that was unique to history spread out, and the oppressed people could not breathe.

After turning around a screen wall, they came to the main hall, but the scene in front of them was somewhat unexpected. The building here had collapsed. A rockery stood among the broken walls, and the rockery was densely covered with heavy rice.

Before everyone could react, a cold wind blew, and the rice plants were bent. Then countless tombstones hidden under the rice were exposed. The tombstones were made of blue slate, and they were all mottled with traces of time. The fat man couldn't help but shudder. He seemed to have made a mistake just now. He actually mistook these tombstones for wet and bluish-white faces.

"Is this... a ancestral temple or a burial?" A huge sense of crisis came over him. The scene here was far beyond Zhu Jie's imagination.

"Those who were buried alive do not deserve so many tombstones." Tang Qisheng's breathing also became rapid.

Jiang Cheng looked up little by little and saw a pavilion on the top of the mountain. A black figure stood in it, with a long sword at his waist, full of murderous intent.