The villagers who came to inform the platoon leader of the militia said that the old cadres in the archaeological team were dead. Shirley and Yang Wen and I heard this, and their minds were "buzzing". The old cadres were afraid that they were no one else, and they were probably Professor Sun, who we were looking for. If he died, we would have to go all out. Why don't they die early or late? It was just that when the tight joints were needed.

Listening to the villagers' continued reporting to the militia platoon leader, it turned out that only two people came to the archaeological team. They asked the villagers to hang them into the cave of the coffin shop in a basket to see what was below. After going down for more than an hour, no matter how they greeted, the village chief was worried that they would have an accident, so he wanted to choose a few courageous villagers to go down to find them. However, everyone was frightened. Recalling the legend of the coffin shop, people were panicked for a while, and no one dared to go down to die. They said that the cave was probably slumped through the underworld, and they could not get up if they went down.

Only the strong man, the militia platoon leader, had gone down once, so the village chief had no choice but to send someone to ask him for help.

The militia platoon leader went down to the cave last time and was also a hero. When he recalled the cold cave, his whole body was shaking three times when he stood in the sun. Now he saw that the village chief sent someone to find him, maybe he was planning to let him go down again. When he thought of this, the militia platoon leader had a thigh and his calves were twitching, and he screamed in secret that he wanted to turn around and go back, but he said that he could not move his legs.

Shirley Yang saw that this was an opportunity, so he gave me a wink. I knew it in my heart. Since Professor Sun was in a cave in his life and death, we had to see people and corpses in our lives. We had to take the risk to save him. This place is a remote place. When others come to save him, Professor Sun will definitely be unlucky.

So I held the hand of the militia platoon leader tightly and said to him: "Comrade Commander, it turns out that the first hero to be the one who is authentic is you. Such a thing is not an ordinary person. I am so honored to shake hands with you."

Although the militia platoon leader was a rough man, he was very vain. Otherwise, he would not have created any farce of militia martial law. Seeing me speaking like this, I would have greatly benefited.

I struck while the iron was hot, and then said to the militia platoon leader: "I know that kind of cave, no matter you are a hero who can fight, you can't resist the cold smell of the darkness in the cave over time. Since you have already made an adventure in the cave, Professor Sun from our archaeological team is the stubborn old man who is almost bald and an old acquaintance. Why don't you take us here and I walk you on your way? Of course, my actions are to save my old friend, and to learn in depth your heroic deeds. Not only do I personally want to learn from you, but I also want to call on the people of the whole country to continue to carry out a vigorous learning movement from you, so you can quickly take us to the coffin shop in the village."

The militia platoon leader was a little embarrassed: "Brother, look at this... I wouldn't let you enter the village, but the organization had an explanation to the militia, and no idle people should be allowed to wait in today."

I felt anger in my heart. Wu Neiyuan smoke. It seems that this grandson is still weak and not hard. After giving money and saying good things, he still refused to let him in. Then I would be rude to you. So I grabbed the stick in the hand of the militia platoon leader and said to him with a straight face: "Did you see the lady behind me? She is a US special commissioner. Let me tell you the truth. We are from the Sino-US cooperation institute. If you delay our major affairs, she will report to our Ministry of Foreign Affairs and ask the organization to take the position of your platoon leader. I said that you are a state cadre, how could you not see that she is so impatient? This is because she is for my sake. If I don't admire you as a hero, I wouldn't tell you these reasons. In the end, you told me not to let us go?"

The militia platoon leader was confused and didn't understand what I said, but he heard that he could find a museum and asked the organization to deal with him. He felt relieved and immediately agreed to take us into the village.

I gave it to Old Man Liu's grandson two dollars, asked him to buy candy, and told him not to play around on the way back, so I sent him home.

Shirley Yang and I didn't dare to delay. We hurriedly followed the militia platoon leader into Shibeidian Village behind the hillside. When we turned the hillside, we suddenly realized that this Shibeidian was located in a small basin surrounded by hills. It was unique and had a very superior geographical environment. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. During the dry season, due to the air pressure, small basins like this would not lack rain. When the Yellow River flooded, dense hills around us blocked it, forming a natural barrier. Moreover, the population of this Shibeidian was quite large, with at least five or six hundred households. Looking down from the hillside, the village was rectified in a neat and orderly manner.

Not far away, I saw a huge stone tablet standing on a hillside. I had seen the wordless stele on Mount Tai that year, and it was already very huge. The stone tablet at the entrance of the stone tablet at the entrance of the stone tablet is not much smaller than the wordless stele on Mount Tai. The handwriting on the stone tablet has long disappeared. From a distance, it looks like a large bald stone slab. There is a headless strong stone beast under the stele. It looks a bit like a croaker on the stele, but it is also slightest.

Shirley Yang and I rushed into the village to save Professor Sun. On the way, we saw that the stone tablet was strange, so we couldn't help but take a few more glances, but we couldn't see the origin of the stone tablet.

Shirley Yang asked me, "This doesn't look like a tombstone. Do you think there is an ancient tomb nearby?"

I looked around as I walked. The environment here is nice, the climate is pleasant, and it is suitable for living. However, the surroundings are full of scattered hills, which are not in a pattern, and the situation cannot be regulated. It does not look like an ancient tomb. Even if there are, it will not be the tombs of princes and nobles. I heard from the militia leader that the cave found under the coffin paving in the village was filled with yin energy. The first floor was paved with blue bricks, a stone bed in the middle, and a cave underneath. Where would that place be?

No matter what, our only hope now is to Professor Sun. His life and death are unknown in the cave. No matter what kind of dragon and tiger den is there, I must find a way to save him. Now we will speed up our pace with Shirley Yang.

The militia captain led the way in front and stopped in front of a coffin shop at the east end of the village. It not only sells longevity materials, but also incense and paper horses. There are plaques hanging in front of the door. There are many villagers watching the fun. There are three or five large and round militiamen in front of the hall to prevent everyone from entering. In fact, even if you let them in, no one dares to enter now. Everyone is suspicious and talks. Some say that this cave probably leads to the Dragon Palace under the Yellow River. This alarm is amazing. The Dragon King of the Yellow River will be in a few days.

When you are angry, you will drown the radius of thousands of miles. Some people say that the hole is connected to the underworld. If it is dragged until the evening, the hungry ghosts in the underworld will run out of the hole and harm people. There is also a village primary school teacher who said even more evilly: "You donkeys know how much you know, and you will know that you are superstitious about the **** ball. The coldness below must be connected to Antarctica. After a while, the ice water at the other end of the earth will flow backwards and drown you, the group of superstitious donkeys."

The few big and small minds in the village were in a hurry. The two archaeological personnel sent by the province did not move after getting out of the hole. The big basket he pulled up was empty, and no one dared to go down to explore. When the superiors blamed him, it was really hard to excuse him.

The village chief and others were just ignoring the matter. Seeing the militia platoon leader turning around, the platoon leader was a famous bold person in the whole village. Since the villagers did not dare to get into the hole, they had to let the militia platoon leader take the lead for everyone.

Before the village chief could issue an order, the militia platoon leader introduced Shirley Yang and me, saying that these two were from the Sino-US cooperation institute and also from the archaeological team, and knew the two archaeologists who were unknown to the death below.

The village chief hugged me tightly: "My comrade, we are looking forward to the stars and moons, and finally we are looking forward to the people in the organization." Then he told a lot of difficulties. It was not that the village committee did not want to save people, but the villagers were scared by the legend of the coffin shop. There was originally a platoon of militias, but since 1979, the organization has not been fully organized. There were only seven or eight mobs, and they had not received any formal training. When encountering such emergencies, I don't know how to deal with them. Since there are comrades sent by superiors, the militias will be under your command.

I understood what the village chief meant. He pushed the blame on me. Now I didn't care about quarreling with him. I went into the house and looked at the crypt. The floor tiles in the coffin shop were pried open a lot, and a huge gap was revealed below. It was black inside and I couldn't see how deep it was. I didn't bring anything. It was very difficult for Shirley Yang and I to go down to save people. Someone had to help me.

So I first asked the village chief to send a fast-legged villager to the county town to bring rescue soldiers, whether it is the public security, the armed police, or medical staff, to let them arrive as soon as possible. However, once the functional parts of the countryside county town are operated, they need to ask for instructions and approval at all levels. The efficiency is extremely low, and they cannot be completely expected to arrive in time.

I know that Professor Sun and others have been going on for a long time. If there is danger, they will probably die long ago. I can only pray for the blessing of the ancestor. They are just trapped below. In this way, we have a chance to rescue, but haste will not be able to achieve it. This time, we can't act rashly. Moreover, these militiamen are all mobs and must be prepared in advance. If there is another accident, it will be a big trouble.

Then the militia platoon leader gathered all the militia. Including the militia platoon leader, there were eight people, all of whom were standing horizontally with fire sticks and red cherry guns. I stood in front and said to them, "Comrades, we have two comrades who were killed below. I will take you to save them now. Everyone will obey my command. Don't have too many concerns. It's definitely not a shy underneath. It may be a kind of ruin in ancient times. I ask you to save people, and it won't be a voluntary labor. Each of you has a labor fee of 100 yuan. Rescue people and give them one hundred more. How about it? Are you determined, do you dare to go?"

The militia were listless at first and didn't want to take risks, but the village chief said that he had to listen. Several people even planned to pretend that their stomachache was not going to get rid of. However, after hearing this, they said that each person was giving two hundred yuan to work. They immediately became more energetic, and they all raised their heads and their chests, and their mental outlook changed and agreed in unison.

Seeing that the money offensive worked, I asked everyone to bring several rifles from the village armed forces and asked the village chief to prepare candles and flashlights. There were bells and whistles made of tree bark in the countryside, and each person sent one.

Shirley Yang reminded me: "There are at least two layers of this crypt. Professor Sun and others may want to see the degree of damage caused by air erosion in the lower layer. What happened there. And below the two layers, I don't know how deep it is. The chemical and biological effects of salts, moisture, gases, bacteria and other chemicals in the underground environment. When encountering air, there will be a sharp change, which will cause great harm to the human body. Each of us should cover our mouths and noses with wet towels, light a torch, and then retreat immediately after the torch is extinguished."

I nodded and asked everyone to prepare according to Shirley Yang's words, leaving three militiamen to be responsible for lifting and lowering the baskets, and also asked the village chief to lead the village committee members to keep the gate and not let irrelevant people come in.

It was almost ready, and I was about to go down first, when I suddenly saw a noise outside the door. A blind man squeezed in while the chaos was in. The man wore a pair of double-electron blind mirrors, a goatee, holding a thread-packed old book in one hand, and holding a bamboo stick in the other. He anxiously asked the crowd in the coffin shop, "Who is in charge? Please come out and speak."

I shouted to the village chief impatiently: "Don't you let the idle people wait for it? Why did you put this blind man in? Hurry up and drive him out, don't delay our important matters."

The blind man heard the direction of my speech and used a stick to me: "You are rude, you don't know who I am, otherwise how dare you speak wildly? I am here to save your life..."

The village chief also rushed over and said to me, "Comrade Hu, this is a famous fortune teller in the county. Last year, my wife stepped on the fox fairy and got caught in the evil spirit. Thanks to this gentleman's advice, she saved her life. You must be right to listen to his words."

I was extremely anxious and anxious to know the whereabouts of Professor Sun's life and death, so I cursed at the blind man: "Go to your uncle. When we swept through all the monsters and monsters, why didn't you do it? Where did you hide at that time? Now you are pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. I tell you to get up quickly and don't get in the way of this."
Chapter completed!