Main Text 1103. Tusi King’s Tomb (51)

"What? Information related to Wuluo Mountain?!"

Wang Pengpai and the others were shocked when they heard this. This is definitely a big gain! Having just been 'marked' by the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain, everyone felt uncertain and felt a sense of anxiety and urgency. Most of the fear and uneasiness came from the unknown. Now that Captain An and the others actually received something, everyone felt much more positive and rushed over.

"Team An, nothing happened when you were trying to get that broken monument related to the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain."

Wang Pengpai, who was squeezing in the front, said worriedly: "We are in trouble this afternoon!"

"Are the statues of the Salt God and the remains of the tablets at the corn shoots?"

Bai Feibai asked about this.

"Well, the Salt God statue and the remaining monument are a bit polluted."

An Xuefeng responded: "It gets dark too fast and there is no time to clean up."

The white tiger's semicircular ears stand on the top of his head, one ear is twisted to the back, and the other ear is tilted towards Yi Ling, keenly capturing all sounds. It gets dark very quickly here, and there is no normal 'sunset' process. When An Xuefeng and his party entered the hospital, the sky was still misty gray, but now it is completely dark.

"Don't worry, I can hear the drums."

Seeing that Miao Fangfei and the others all looked worried, An Xuefeng said calmly, and the tiger ears on his head moved. The sound of the funeral drum heralds the coming danger. The Tujia people who have lived here for generations have their own rich experience and understanding of danger. As a white tiger recognized by all the villagers in Zhimata Village, An Xuefeng can understand this kind of group. cognition.

When he heard the faint sound of drums, he ordered Mao Xiaole and the others to return to the B&B immediately.

"Fortunately, there is Team An, otherwise it would be too dangerous."

Mao Xiaole sighed with emotion, with lingering fear: "In addition to the statue of the Salt God and the stone tablet, we also found a lot of funerary objects, half of which were engraved with words."

They did not bring special tools and containers, so it was difficult to bring back some of the funerary objects. Mao Xiaole originally wanted to outline and imprint these characters and patterns on the blank talisman paper he carried with him on the spot, but the security team gave the order and they had to scramble. Wrap all these things and let the corn shoots swallow them and bring them back. It depends on luck how many of them remain intact.

But no matter how good the thing is, it is not as important as life. Fortunately, he came back in time, otherwise An Xuefeng would have had to dig out the marrow and press oil to make a tiger oil lamp on site that could dispel the darkness.

"An team?"

After a busy day, I was cold, hungry, and not in a good state of mind. Mao Xiaole couldn't wait to go into the main room to warm up by the fire and have a rest. However, An Xuefeng's tall figure kept blocking the door and refused to go in. After waiting for a while and there was no movement, Mao Xiaole couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"Go back to your room and tidy up first."

An Xuefeng said righteously: "Everyone is very tired, don't rush for a while, we will have another meeting in the evening."

He said it seriously. From the moment he stood at the door of the main room until now, he didn't even look at Yi Ling. But even when he stood at the door of the main room, he didn't go in. The main room is where Ling Dao rests at night. There is no bed here, so Ling Dao sleeps directly on the floor with a bedding. Everyone knows that he loves cleanliness and is a germaphobe, so when they gather in the main room to communicate, they always take off their shoes in the corridor or outside by default. At this moment, the floor of the main room was extremely clean. Miao Fangfei, who was full of enthusiasm to repay her 'benefactor', used Golden Silkworm Gu to clean the floor specially for Ling Dao.

Even the dark iron hook directly above the fire pit was cleaned and polished, which was highly praised by Zero Guide. When An Xuefeng opened the door, he took a quick glance and noticed that the main room was extremely clean. They had been digging mud all afternoon. It had rained today, and the mountains were full of mud and water. They were so dirty, how could they just enter the main room like this?

Mao Xiaole, Wang Yushu's room is also on the first floor and can be accessed through the corridor. Although Lu Shucheng's room was on the second floor, she was very good at it, especially after turning into a wolf. She had no problem jumping from the outside to the corridor on the second floor. Although An Xuefeng didn't say it explicitly, everyone consciously thought of Ling Dao's mysophobia, and no one had any objection. Lu Shucheng turned into a big wolf and jumped up to the second floor, while An Xuefeng and Mao Xiaole went back to their respective rooms.

Wang Pengpai was a thoughtful person. He had already boiled water for An Xuefeng, who was out digging the statue of the Salt God. The dirty clothes were piled by the door. When An Xuefeng was taking a bath, he heard from Wang Pengpai what happened to them this afternoon. matter.

"An'an team is safe. Although Director Ling said it's okay, I really don't know what to do."

Wang Pengpeng said with a bitter face: "You didn't see how miserable that old man died. Mao Zhong had a copper head and iron arms, but he died quietly, like an onion." ”

Everyone was in shock in the afternoon, but Bai Feibai had been very stable. He carefully inspected the large pile of dark brown flesh left behind after Lao Linjun's death, but the results of the inspection were even more heartbreaking. He pulled the pile of flesh and skin into five piles. The outermost pile of flesh and skin was covered with black corpse hair, which was tough and dense. According to Wang Pengpai, it was all filled with corpse poison. The inner layer of flesh skin is dark green on top of dark brown, like a layer of rotten moss growing close to the flesh, which becomes charred black when exposed to light.

Further inside, it is similar to this layer of greenish crust, except that it is whitened on a dark brown basis, like a layer of unclean salt grains precipitating on a dried corpse, and then the layer inside is except for the color. Outside it is very similar to human skin, except that it is purple and dark brown.

"Purple stiffness, white stiffness, green stiffness, hairy stiffness."

Wang Pengpeng counted on his fingers: "Hey, dear, the four rings of skin that this old man shed correspond to the four stages of corpse transformation!"

And the scary thing is that each pile of skin can be circled to form a complete human figure. Each layer of skin is connected to its own ‘nail’. When it is spread out, it looks like a paper tube cut vertically, and when it is circled, it returns to its original shape.

It is like shedding and degenerating layer by layer until death. The skin at the innermost of the fifth pile is Lao Linjun’s human skin, which is fragile and dry, far from being as tough and strong as the rigid skin. It splits into two halves like a plastic bag that has been scratched when it is poked with a branch.

"Captain An, Director Ling said we were not contaminated, but were marked by the mountain god."

Wang Pengpai kept mumbling: "We won't become like this tomorrow morning, won't we also shed a layer of skin! But we are all human beings, unlike old Zongzi, we only have one layer of skin, and we will die if we shed it!"

"So that was the mountain god's gaze."

An Xuefeng came out wiping his hair. He took a quick shower and changed into a clean black turtleneck cashmere sweater and a pair of spare trousers. His feet became tiger claws, so he could walk barefoot on the floor very conveniently: "We also encountered it when we were digging the salt god statue. It turned out that this was the gaze of the Wuluo Mountain God."

"What?! You also encountered it?!"

Wang Pengpai was shocked and followed An Xuefeng like a duckling chasing its mother.

"Well, the mountain god is a god. When he looks at you, the surroundings will also be affected."

An Xuefeng said, squatting next to Wang Pengpai's suitcase and digging out the pickled mustard tuber he had kept at the bottom of the suitcase. Wang Pengpai was a bit greedy and couldn't eat much compressed biscuits. If he couldn't eat it, he would have to order pickled mustard. But now he didn't care about his precious pickled mustard. He squatted beside An Xuefeng and waited for him to explain in detail.

"We will talk about it at the meeting. Let's talk about it together after we go down."

An Xuefeng ignored Wang Pengpai's little eyes, took the pickled mustard and left, and also made a suggestion: "Bring some chili sauce next time you go out, this is good."

In addition to the pickled mustard, Wang Pengpai also had a small bottle of fermented bean curd to eat with the compressed biscuits. An Xuefeng was not sure whether this thing would suit Yi Ling's appetite, so he took it with him.

"It's not easy to bring chili sauce. If you're not careful, it will leak oil easily."

Wang Pengpai was well prepared and said immediately: "Knowing that we are going to this mountain, although I didn't bring chili sauce, I brought a bag of dried chili and ginger slices!"

The cold in the south is different from the cold in the north. Bringing some dried chili and ginger can not only remove the cold, but also boil water to drink. If necessary, it can also be soaked in the heart blood to increase the yang energy in the blood. It's very useful. Wang Pengpai has prepared everything since he knew he was going to Xiangxi!

"Not bad."

An Xuefeng gave him an appreciative look, turned around and took away half of Wang Pengpai's bag of dried chili.

That night he showed off his cooking skills and made a dry pot chili chicken nuggets, which was particularly tasty. An Xuefeng also sliced ​​potatoes and fried them with chili until they were dry, just like spicy baked potato slices. Yi Ling was indeed not interested in fermented bean curd, but An Xuefeng's two spicy dishes were highly praised by Ling Dao. He ate with his eyes shining, and his eyes changed when he looked at An Xuefeng. The others didn't have such a good appetite, so they all gathered together to cook porridge and put some potatoes in the porridge, which was even a staple food.

Halfway through the meal, seeing Yi Ling looking over from time to time as if hinting, wanting to hear a story as a side dish, An Xuefeng told them about their afternoon experience at the right time.

"The statue of the salt god was hidden by Li Jun in a tree behind their village."

"It should be a catalpa tree, the wood is particularly good, used to make coffins."

Mao Xiaole has some research in this area: "It is not easy to corrode for coffins. Li Jun should have specially selected the tree. Other things can't withstand the corrosion of salt."

An Xuefeng said: "The old tree is old, about the thickness of five people hugging, and there is a bulge at the root of the tree, and there is a hole in the ground."

At first glance, the hole looked like it was made by wild animals, but as you dig down, you can see more and more traces of human excavation. The hole connected to most of the trunk was hollowed out, enough to accommodate two people. The most conspicuous thing inside was a statue enshrined on several blue bricks.

Mao Xiaole was small, and he went into the tree hole with An Xuefeng. It was just like a salt well, covered with a thick layer of salt, and there was even more corrosive brine underfoot.

"It was covered with a thick layer of coarse salt crystals, the size of a palm, and the top was sunken, with a pool of green water."

"It's like the green color in the salt lake."

Mao Xiaole added: "The salt crust is too thick, and it can't be seen from the appearance, but Captain An sensed that this is it."

"Yeah."

An Xuefeng responded: "In addition to the statue of the God of Salt, there are some burial objects in the tree hole, all of which are severely corroded by salt. There is a stone tablet that is relatively well preserved."

Mao Xiaole recognized some words on the stone tablet.

"These things, including the statue of the God of Salt, seem to be burial objects of the Tusi King's Tomb in Wuluo Mountain."

"After being 'disliked' by the God of Wuluo Mountain, they drifted outside after an earthquake!"