Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 583: Sinking Needle

Could this Layao belong to Xiaolongnu?

Even though the weather in Lingnan is hot, it is not hot at all in this cave deep in the mountains, especially at night, it is cool and eerie.

Sleeping on it is not only hard and uncomfortable, but it is definitely cold.

The more Jiang Shangxian looked at it, the more he felt puzzled, because the surface of the stone bed was slightly inclined, one end was higher and the other was lower, and there were many grooves on it like the branches of a large tree.

She looked at the ground at both ends and found a thick layer of black dirt on the lower side.

He didn't dare to touch it directly, so he just pulled off a piece of wall and rubbed it back and forth. Then he put it to his nose and sniffed it, and Jiang Shangxian's face changed slightly.

This looks like blood.

Although the fishy smell has faded due to being there for too long, it can still be smelled.

She took a few steps back, lowered the torch and took a quick look. The ground under the stone bed was slightly concave, which must have been made intentionally by humans.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that the wall paint in her hand also felt strange.

Could it be... processed human skin?!

The guess almost made her scream.

Using all his strength to restrain himself, Jiang Shangxian blocked his throat and quickly threw away the wall paint in his hand. Without bothering to study the murals anymore, he ran back to the fire and sat down. He hurriedly found a handkerchief, dipped it in hot water and wiped his hands.

It was so hot that he refused to stop even though he was grimacing, and his heartbeat was as fast as a rocket launch.

She felt extremely regretful and wanted to give herself two big slaps in the face.

People should not be too curious. Now, because of nausea and fear, she can't sleep even if she is asked to!

When Jiang Shangxian thought that the inner walls here might all be made of human skin, and that the raw material collection point for human skin might be right here, he felt a little restless.

I don’t know where that damn Cui Yi ran off to. This place is so terrible!

Across two mountains, Xiao Cui, whom Jiang Shangxian was talking about, was also in a cave.

Compared with the cave where Jiang Shangxian is, this cave seems a little ordinary. The only special thing is that there is a pool of water in the deepest part of the cave.

"Jiulang, these people seem to have been dead for a long time, and I don't know how they died. Anyway, it wasn't poisoning." Jianming used a piece of firewood to casually poke the bones by the pond. He was almost annoyed to death by the insects in the mountains recently. They would bite him out of the blue.

Sorry!

Compared with Jiang Shangxian and his group, they are in very good spirits.

After all, Cui Bianxu brought the best people with him on this mission.

Li Sheng, who was sitting opposite him, carefully picked up the remaining half of the skull with a rag and held it up to the light for a while. He looked at it carefully and said unhappily, "Although it's obviously corroded, you can still vaguely see some marks. It must have been killed by a wild beast in the mountains."

What kind of wild creature could eat a living person into this state?

Cui Bianxu held the bronze compass in his hand, staring at it with a frown, and ignored them.

Jian Ming whispered, "Look at our Jiulang. He's gone crazy. He keeps staring at that compass. I get dizzy just looking at it."

Li Sheng was really impressed by this fool!

"Jiulang, what's wrong here?"

Cui Bianxu still didn't answer. Instead, he walked around the cave in a big stride, and finally stopped at the edge of the pond. "When we were at the entrance of the cave, the needle was half floating and half sinking. It didn't float up to the top, and it didn't sink to the bottom..."

"The tomb is here?" Li Sheng immediately understood. Have they found the place?

But there is nothing in this cave?

“But once it reached the edge of the pond, the needle switched back and forth between sinking needle and moving needle…” Cui Bianxu’s knowledge of Feng Shui was naturally much better than Jiang Shangxian’s.

Xiao Cui is also a serious scholar, and he has learned a lot of different things.

But it is impossible to expect his achievements in Feng Shui to be comparable to those of a master.

The problem facing Cui Bianxu now is that there is a tomb in this place, but he is not sure whether it is Zhao Tuo's, and he doesn't know how to get in.

So Xiao Cui could only continue to think in silence and share the problem, hoping that more brains would bring more ideas.

When Jian Ming heard about this idea, he ran to the fire at the cave entrance. "We haven't had a proper meal all day. Even if we have to dig graves, we have to eat a full stomach before we can work, right? Come on, let me show you..."

He has always been talkative, and it feels like there are shoe-sole needles poking his butt all the time. He doesn't want to do anything that requires his brain, and just likes to keep busy with his hands.

Li Sheng didn't even raise his head, still studying the bones on the ground: "If you burn the Hu pancake again, you will be on guard all night tonight!"

He had eaten burnt-smelling Hu Bing for several meals, and now he almost didn't know what normal Hu Bing tasted like.

There were eleven people in the group. Except for four who went out to hunt wild game to change their taste, the rest of the guards were all standing by the pond with their butts sticking out, stirring it with the handles of their knives, wondering if there were any fish in it. When they heard Jian Ming was about to take over the cooking again, they were all ready to grab the unburned Hu pancakes.

There must be living water here, and it should be connected to an underground river. Otherwise, it would just be a stagnant pool and the water would have turned smelly and black long ago.

Where can it be so clear?

Jian Ming, who usually would refute three times for every word they said, remained silent today for some reason. People thought he had a change of heart.

One of them looked up at him, taking the opportunity to take revenge: "Jian Ming, did you learn this cooking skill from Lin San?"

Unexpectedly, Jian Ming still did not reply. Instead, he turned his back to them and sat in front of the fire in a weird posture, as if he wanted to sit down but did not sit down completely, or as if he was halfway through sitting and suddenly stuck his butt out to fart.

The man stood up and walked over to him while insulting him: "Hey, are you trying to kill us with your fart or something? Why don't you bake the Hu pancakes? Are you trying to starve Jiulang to death?"

Their movements finally attracted Cui Bianxu's attention.

"Don't move!" Cui Bianxu realized something was wrong after just one look at Jian Ming, and without thinking, he shouted to the man to stop.

He first glanced in the direction Jian Ming was facing, but didn't see anything special. However, he knew the character of his own guard. Jian Ming was a talkative and crybaby.

It's not normal at all for him not to fight back when they bully him like that.

Li Sheng stood up, sword in hand, ready to face the enemy. He said to Jian Ming in a calm tone, "Jian Ming, can you make a hand signal?"

This was obviously a problem, and it was quite dangerous.

Otherwise, with that guy's temper, he would have yelled for them to help.

And Jian Ming also moved at this time.

He slowly put his right hand behind his back, and then changed the gestures to type each word.

"Left."

"Have."

"Danger?!"