Fifty years ago, Biaoziling, Changsha.
Fourteen-year-old Wu Laogou squatted at the entrance of the cave to respond, holding a rope in his hand. His father, his grandfather and his second brother were tied to the other end of the rope.
The rope suddenly shook violently. When he crawled into the tomb passage, he found a severed hand, a corpse with a collapsed chest, and an unrecognizable second brother crawling out of the sarcophagus.
He fired six shots. Five bullets hit his second brother, and the last bullet went into his temple.
From that day on, his nose could no longer smell anything - it was corpse poison. From that day on, he had a scroll of Warring States silk books on his body, and he lived with this secret in his heart for the rest of his life.
Later, a young man appeared in Changsha City who relied on raising dogs to identify soil and find tombs. People called him Gou Wuye. The youngest head of the Laojiu Sect holds the location of ancient tombs in half of the city. Even Lord Zhang Buddha came to him to ask for information.
Later, he fell in love with a woman wearing a cheongsam, proposed to her in public, and proposed to marry Huo's family.
She said: Wait until I am settled in the Huo family, and then we can talk about the love between our children. He waited.
Later, an American defrauded him of his silk rubbings, and a letter reported all the local masters in Changsha. The sky fell overnight, and he dispersed all his wealth and fled to Hangzhou. From then on, he changed his name and surname, married into his wife's wife, and gave birth to three sons - one poor, two white, and three provincial.
When he died, he left only one sentence: Don't go to the grave.
But fifty years later, his grandson Wu Xie still went down.
Fate knows the way better than a dog.
