Daily life of the imperial mausoleum

The little boss was pushed out inadvertently, and was instantly torn to pieces by the ghosts who were waiting at the side.Ghosts have no physical body, but they can manipulate natural elements with the power of their souls, and with the help of huge wind power, they can cut a living person into pieces!The man didn't even have time to call for help, he was sucked into the whirlwind, the wind stopped, and what fell were countless pieces of flesh and bones that still remained hot.

In the air, the blood and temperature of human beings made these grieving ghosts more restless.

There is no way out for these unjust souls who have been wronged, there is no place for them in the world, and in the Hall of Yama, what awaits them is only endless torture. Their hands have been stained with the blood of living people, and there is no way out.

Still, there's nothing scary about that, is there?

They didn't even want to reincarnate.

The incarnation of a resentful ghost waiting here is just because he is unwilling to let these beasts who have insulted them and trampled them have a taste of death.

Among the crowd, the timid ones had already fainted from fright, while the brave ones pushed each other, trying to push other people around to their deaths, while they ran out desperately.But where can I run out?These innocent souls outside the imperial mausoleum have gathered ghost power long ago, and set up a net in the Wild Wolf Valley, but none of the soldiers whose hands have been stained with the blood of exiled slaves should even think about running away!

Even if your soul is gone, you have to wash away your grievances and unwillingness!Even if they dissipate in the world from then on, let these beasts die badly!

"Okay, if you have revenge for your injustice, and revenge for your revenge, leave these people to me." Cui Shijing looked at the few people who were desperately fleeing in the mist with a smile, and waved his hands to set up a few small barriers at will. Touching the non-existent chin, he walked slowly to one of the bosses.

His judgment day begins now.

"You, the exile who took over my Cui clan, insulted my sister-in-law, and sold my younger sister to the barbarians of Fanbang, how do you die?" Cui Shijing raised the leader's hand with one hand. , "These dirty hands are stained with a lot of filth, right? Why don't I wash them for you?"

"Ah!!" The leader screamed, the skin of his hands had been ripped open, exposing the flesh and blood wrapped inside.

"And this heart, I'm afraid it's too dark, right? Take it out and wash it." Five fingers were clawed, sharp nails penetrated into the chest cavity, and a hot heart was dug out...

In the Wolf Valley, there were screams one after another all night long. However, due to the existence of a powerful barrier, no sound was heard outside until the sky turned white and the thick fog gradually dispersed. The tomb guards were horrified to discover that the Wild Wolf Valley had turned into a purgatory.

As if deliberately protesting, those evil spirits did not clean up the corpses, but left them in place in such a big way, with the internal organs that were dug out and thrown all over the place, and the corpses that had been ripped off from the living people The human skin and the severed organs were discarded on the ground at random. The whole valley looked like a Shura field. The nearby beasts smelled the smell of blood, and there was no barrier, and they came to feast on it one after another.

The grazing man was so frightened that he ran back to report the news. This time, the left-behind staff who had been lucky were even more panicked. You must know that the old people who have experienced the change of dynasty are basically very experienced in such things as rebellion. For the superstitious ancient people, this kind of spooky and terrifying phenomenon is no less than expressing them directly to the Palace of the King of Hades, and they are almost scared to death every minute.

No one said anything like "wait a minute, maybe there will be a royalist party to take over the imperial mausoleum". Everyone hurriedly packed their bags, invited friends, took all the money they had accumulated over the years, and Some valuable antiques stolen from the imperial mausoleum swarmed away before it was dark.

And Xia Xiaoqiao, who was digging a trap in the field to catch a hare for a tooth sacrifice, knew nothing about it.

Of course, no one came to inform him. Firstly, everyone didn’t know each other well. Secondly, Xia Xiaoqiao looked delicate and weak. Carrying him would only become a burden and waste food. Who would be kind enough to take him with him?

Therefore, when Xia Xiaoqiao dug the trap and returned to the imperial mausoleum, what greeted him was an empty house like a haunted house.

These beasts even pried up the iron pot in the kitchen and took them away!

In fact, Xia Xiaoqiao has already made mental preparations, thinking that these people will not take him with them when they run away, but when this day really comes, I still can't help but feel a little sad in my heart, these bastards, let's go , Didn't even say hello? !He also stole the only cauldron, which is simply superb!

What Xia Xiaoqiao didn't know was that there were very few iron mines in North Vietnam, and the iron-making technology was not well developed. Even if it was in the home of a small landlord, the iron pot was a very precious family property, not to mention the homes of ordinary people. Clay pots are still used, and the cooking methods are very simple stewing and grilling.In the eyes of everyone, the huge iron pots in the Imperial Mausoleum are comparable to a pure gold necklace as thick as a thumb in modern society. They are about to run away, so how could they not take them away?

Looking at the empty imperial tomb as if it had been swept away by devils, Xia Xiaoqiao was stunned.

I have long heard that the people of North Vietnam are relatively poor, but I didn’t expect that they are all iron roosters who have plucked their feathers. They even poured out half-lighted lamp oil and took them away. It disappeared, clean as if no one had ever lived here.

"Fortunately, I am smart, I hid something early in the morning, otherwise I would starve to death before the rebels came." Waking up from the shock, Xia Xiaoqiao walked slowly to the stonemason's workshop, took out his I hid a bag of black noodles, some seasonings such as oil and salt, and a piece of flint and some bowls and chopsticks. There was no iron pot. Xia Xiaoqiao found a small stone pot that was probably carved out as an ornamental in the workshop. , picked a few flat stones, built a small stove in the workshop, and went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables that looked like modern vegetables, washed them and chopped them, and cooked a pot of green vegetables with black noodles. Some sesame oil, coarse salt and chopped bacon are added in it, which also has a special taste.

However, thinking that these sesame oils were used to light lamps for the late emperor, Xia Xiaoqiao felt a little uncomfortable. Using dead people's things, even if it was a tribute, was really awkward.

"Wait a little longer, wait until the soybeans are ripe, and see if you can squeeze out some soybean oil." There are many fields outside the imperial mausoleum, which are reserved for the tomb guards to grow food. Now a lot of soybeans and wheat are planted. And red beans and the like, there is still some cotton. I don’t know what era it is, but there is cotton. Xia Xiaoqiao’s history is not very good, so I didn’t care about this, but, can there be He is very happy to use cotton. The cotton seeds are removed from the picked cotton, and it is very warm to make bedding and cotton clothes.And it is said that cottonseed can also be extracted for oil. Although it can't be eaten, it can still be used for lighting, right?

After eating a large pot of black noodles, he only managed to eat one-third of it. Xia Xiaoqiao covered the rest with a clean wooden board, and decided to keep it for dinner.Bury the open fire under the stove with charcoal ashes, it will be much more convenient to light the fire at night, after finishing these, Xia Xiaoqiao decided to go back again to see if he can find some usable things that he can't take away in time, They all moved to the stonemason's workshop, and they needed to move some adobe to build a bed. Although the stone bed was clean, the adobe bed was still comfortable because of the pain in the bones after sleeping for a long time.

Xia Xiaoqiao, who left happily, didn't notice that after he left, the lid of the stone pot containing the black vegetable lumps suddenly floated up, and the lumps inside disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmm! The widow's new cook, Shan!" Jiang Yuanzhen, the rice thief and former Beiyue emperor, nodded in satisfaction, signaling to an official ghost following him to clean the stone pot, and finally threw another piece at the stove. Silver, probably a reward from His Majesty?

So, Xia Xiaoqiao, who brought a lot of miscellaneous things home to prepare for dinner, first "picked up" a piece of silver on the stove in surprise, and then, he was horrified to find that his dinner had disappeared for no reason. !Even the stone pot seemed to have been cleaned aside.

"Is there a thief?!" Xia Xiaoqiao quickly picked up the machete hidden under the stove.