In the summer of 1995, a group of labor reform personnel worked hard on the construction site, digging soil, pulling bricks, and preparing to lay the foundation.

  This generation was a flat house and was the largest steelmaking plant in the area, with a large number of workers living here.

  With the economic development in recent years, the living conditions of workers in the factory have also been improved.

  The old house was demolished and a new building was rebuilt. This is already the second batch of residential buildings that have started construction.

  These reformed personnel were sent from the local labor camp to cleanse their minds, while the guard police next to them were smoking and chatting.

  At this time, a person rushed out from inside and said directly to these two people: "Report, we found something"

  The older policeman immediately ran over and saw many skull racks on the ground, as well as some knife handles, coins, and copper mirrors.

  It seems like I've struck gold

  He immediately reported the situation to his superiors, and soon a car came, with several people in white clothes getting out of the car, each holding a brush, notebook, and small shovel. They arrived at the place where something had just been discovered, bowed their heads to study something, and the project was suspended from then on.

  I also ran back home to eat after seeing this

  What happened afterwards was told by my mother. It seemed that an ancient battlefield had been dug up. We were in the land of Yan and Zhao, located in the Central Plains, which has always been a place where military strategists must contend.

  Yan Zhao has been a land of heroes since ancient times, and their figures are also buried here.

  From then on, every night around that ancient battlefield would emit some inexplicable shrill whistles, night after night.

  The mother said that these vengeful spirits who have reappeared in the world have not yet become Buddha, and let out heart-wrenching wails, hoping that the Buddha would deliver them.

  It seems to me that they are still living in those battle years, fighting forever

  My mother believes in Buddhism, so I've been wearing all sorts of big and small trinkets on me since I was a kid, and my friends are all envious.

  It wasn't until later that I found out I'm a yin person and those monsters and ghosts would automatically come to me, so I invited all the gods in heaven to protect me.

  After going to college, my mother always told me not to go to places with heavy yin energy, especially cemeteries.

  I thought to myself, who would go to such a place for no reason?

  But things are hard to predict, and under a coincidence, I ended up doing a job that wasn't supposed to be mine - tomb raiding.

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