Recommend some mysterious mystery novel of supernatural archaeology.

In the first sentence, dogs meet.

It is said that there was a golden coffin village in those days. Why is it called this name? Only since ancient times, the emperor's coffin is called "Zigong" and the imperial concubine's coffin is called "Golden Coffin". Legend has it that a high-ranking imperial concubine was favored before her death, but she offended the queen mother and was given a silver bell and gold pendant, which was strangled alive with a rope. Because the imperial concubine died unjustly, the queen mother and the emperor closed their eyes at night and saw her wearing a red dress to kill her. In order to appease her dead, they built a grave in the distance and buried her bones. Before burial, the golden coffin of the imperial concubine was kept in an ancient temple in this village. Later, even the village and temple were renamed. This village is called Golden Coffin Village, and this temple is called Golden Coffin Temple. But whether there is such a thing or not, even the oldest old man in the village can't say clearly. The dead imperial concubine buried incense underground for thousands of years, and the hills were flat early. No one knows where this ancient tomb is. Only the name of this golden coffin village and the ruined temple in the village that may collapse at any time seem to be silently telling such a past event in the past years. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Taiping Rebellion broke out, sweeping the world. Because Hong Xiuquan, the leader of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, was from Guangdong, and this peasant uprising started in the west of Guangdong and Guangxi, that is, the land of Guangdong and Guangxi, it was also called the "Guangdong-Guangxi Rebellion" at that time. The war lasted for nearly twenty years, and the people in Jinguan Village suffered greatly. The loyalists and rebels have their own offensives and defenses, and the situation is very heavy. After the war, there were often bodies everywhere, and most of them were left unattended. People nearby can't bury it even if they want to. Too many people died, and countless flesh and blood were just thrown in the wild for crows and wild dogs to chew and peck casually. It is not only wild dogs and crows that eat the dead, but also domestic dogs and pigs raised by villagers. Pigs that often eat dead people are definitely different from ordinary pigs, which can be seen at a glance. Pigs that have eaten dead people are horribly fat and shiny, and even look at people with fierce eyes. Although these pigs are fat, people who know what's going on can't eat pork for a lifetime, and they can't help but feel sick when they see others eating pork. There is an orphan named Zhang in Jinguan Village, ranking third. Both sisters died young. He calls himself Zhang San. I don't know what his tuba is called, because his hair is naturally thin and yellow. When I was fifteen or sixteen, I still couldn't keep this braid, so I had to tie it with straw rope casually. Anyone who knows him is called "braid". Zhang is so poor that he doesn't even have half a house. I usually live in Jinguan Temple, a ruined temple. He knocked down the clay sculpture in the temple, spread some messy grass and slept on the mud platform. During the day, he went to various households to help pick buckets of water and do some chores. When he finished his work, he begged for food. He is also an apprentice of the coffin shop master, and he also worships the old fortune teller as his teacher. However, due to the bad years, the master was unhappy and couldn't support his apprentice, so he didn't learn any of this. Sometimes life is hard, and there is nothing to eat for several days, so we have to steal chickens and touch dogs to satisfy our hunger at night. He knew that before his family came down, his ancestors used to be a big official in Beijing. Deep down, he still regarded himself as his grandfather and was deeply ashamed of stealing chickens and dogs. However, in the era of war, it is not easy to make a living, and I am hungry, and I can't take care of anything and my family. In recent years, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued, and the food in the village is not as rich as in previous years. Even stumbling begging is not easy. That night, Zhang was too hungry to sleep. He lay cross-legged on the altar, looking at the moonlight leaking from the broken roof, thinking that he had to get something to eat, or he really couldn't get through. Over the years, he is best at stealing chickens. There are many chickens in the village, and he steals one or two from time to time. He has never lost his hand so many times. It's not luck that he never misses, because he has found the unique skill of stealing chickens. Determined, Zhang touched the mother and daughter of Wang in the widow village outside the yard in the dark wind. There are no people or dogs in this family, and the door wall is low. Zhang knows the location of each chicken nest like the back of his hand. Without much effort, he climbed over the wall and found the old hen in the henhouse fast asleep. Zhang saw it clearly, but he didn't reach out and grab it directly. Instead, he quietly reached into the henhouse and gently scratched the old hen's abdomen with his unique skills. Whether someone steals a chicken or a weasel crawls into the nest, the chicken in the nest will definitely flap its wings and sing to alert its owner. But Zhang has his own way, only scratched a few times. The old hen in the henhouse not only doesn't bark, but shows a happy expression, as if enjoying being scratched. Zhang secretly rejoiced. As long as he didn't miss the first time, the chicken was stolen. Looking at the hen, he felt cruel: "I can't wait on you for nothing." You won't be so comfortable pulling chicken feathers in the ruined temple in the future. " His heart is happy and his hands are not idle. One hand kept tickling the old hen, and the other hand peeled off the roof of the henhouse, intending to take the old hen out from above. But it's probably because I haven't stolen chickens for a while, I'm not familiar with the craft, or I've been hungry several times. Anyway, my hands were weak. When I carried the old hen to the top of the henhouse, one of them didn't hold it well and fell to the ground. The old hen was half asleep, and in a comfortable room, she suddenly fell down and woke up from a beautiful dream. It probably knows that there are thieves stealing chickens, so it won't give up. It flapped its wings with chicken wings and made a loud noise, which really alarmed the owner of the house. Only heard widow Wang at the window scold: "Which little thief stole the old lady's chicken again? It must be the pig's tail that lived in the coffin temple and got 1000 yuan." I only have this old hen that laid eggs, and you won't let it go ... "As the voice increased, a urinal flew out of the room. Zhang saw a black mass thrown out of the room and ducked his head at once. The urinal missed its aim and slammed on the courtyard wall, splashing with smelly liquid. He has a bad heart. He doesn't think Third Master is famous. As soon as widow Wang heard the sound of the hen flopping, she knew that the third master was coming. She knocked down a stinking urinal, grabbed it and gave it a good beating. Heroes don't suffer immediate losses. If he doesn't leave now, when will he stay? Thinking of this, Zhang did not dare to neglect, turned over and jumped out of the courtyard wall. I can still hear the bawling of widow Wang in the yard, as if calling her daughter Xiaofeng to borrow a dog from a neighbor's house to chase thieves. Zhang secretly scolded 1: "You are the widow of Wang. Everyone says there are many things in front of the widow's door. This statement is correct. Stealing your chicken didn't work. Is it worth killing it all? When the third master makes a mark in the future, he will pay you a Zijin urinal ... "Although he is mainly vocal, he has a guilty conscience after all. Neighbors have dogs. At this time, they were all stunned by the action of the widow Wang's urinal hitting the wall. Suddenly, chickens crowed and dogs barked everywhere, and the whole village was in chaos. People thought it was a mountain thief who came in to rob the village. This time, Zhang knew that he had to go out for two days, otherwise everyone knew that he had spent the night in the Golden Coffin Temple. Once he was trapped in the ruined temple and could not escape, so running all the way escaped from the village overnight. Finally, I ran out of breath before I stopped. The voices and dog barks in the village are far from being heard. A stone in Zhang's heart fell to the ground, and he even gasped around to see where he had gone. I saw that the moon was cold and the stars were sparse, the trees were barren, the graves in the grass were undulating, and the stone tablets were uneven. Just now, I was desperate, but I fled into the graveyard behind the village. This cemetery is said to be a treasure trove of geomantic omen, and there is no owner here. All the people who died in Shili Baxiang are buried here, and countless graves are next to each other. The new graves that have been sealed have been fresh and bright in recent years, and there are countless old graves full of weeds. Some time ago, several Yuekou wandered around this area and fought fiercely with officers and men several times before retreating. Thousands of bodies were piled up on the battlefield. The unburied bodies rotted and stinked, causing a big epidemic. So recently, more people have died here than before, and many graves have been added to this cemetery. Slightly wealthy families have monuments and coffins, while those poor families are not so lucky. It's good to mix a thin coffin when you die, or just dig a hole with a roll of hemp mat and bury it. The grave bag is also pitifully small. As for the stone tablet, it can be preserved or replaced by a wooden fork. Those unmarked new graves will soon become orphan graves without owners. In the evening, dark clouds cover the moon, and the ghost fire flashes in the graveyard. Occasionally, one or two wild cats jump out of the grass. Some people don't know whether it is a ghost crying or a wolf howling. From time to time, it comes from the depths of the cemetery, which makes people shudder. Zhang has always been bold. It's a bitch anyway. Living is also a kind of hardship. Wherever you throw it, you just don't throw it, so he has always been very clear and never avoids ghosts and gods. Without such courage, how dare he live alone in the ruined temple of Buddha in the dead of night? However, when he saw himself running to this cemetery, he was really a little shocked. He quickly bowed to the tombstones and mounds around him: "You big brothers and big sisters, Zhang San, a little man, dare not expect anything, don't be surprised, don't offend ..." He turned to leave, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a mound behind him make a bang, bang, bang sound. But there is no door in this messy grave. The sound must have hit the coffin lid. It was midnight, and the air was surprisingly quiet, which made the sound of hitting the coffin lid particularly thrilling. Zhang felt that the braid he was dragging behind his head stood up, but he didn't run away at once. Just now he ran out of breath, his stomach didn't eat, and he couldn't walk. Now he wiped his nose with his sleeve, looked around at the tombs, and thought, which one did you fool play with Third Master? Didn't Third Master kowtow to you? Why are you still opinionated? Do you want to scare the third master into kowtowing for mercy? But the sound of smashing coffins in that grave is getting louder and louder. Zhang suspects that there can be no grave robbers to pry open the coffin, right? Be sure to see what is at work. If there is a grave digger, Third Master will scare him, tell him to catch a thief and rob him of his stolen goods, so that the thief will get fatter and fatter. After three or two steps, he turned to the grave and saw that it was a new grave with no owner. A big hole was dug under the mound, and there was a strange sound of bang, bang and bang from the depths of the hole. As soon as he approached, he heard a loud noise in the hole next to the grave, and a big face with blood and red hair emerged from the hole. That face has an oval sarcoma on his forehead, bright red tongue, blood on his mouth and teeth, fierce eyes and bad eyes staring at a pigtail. Zhang complained in his heart that he didn't remember it was this thing! It's too late to think about it now, so I have to turn around and run. It turns out that wild dogs in the early years are very different from modern wild dogs, and some wild dog breeds gradually disappeared after social liberation. In troubled times, human life is like dirt. Because too many people died, there were many cases of sudden death in the wilderness, so there were too many things to eat the dead. There is a wild dog that eats dead people in the countryside of Shan Ye. It can smell the dead and dig a hole in the grave. When it reaches the coffin, it breaks the coffin baffle with its head and then drags the body out of the coffin to eat. This wild dog is huge and fierce. It eats too many dead people's intestines and doesn't want to eat anything else. Sometimes, when it meets a person who lives alone, it often pounces on him and kills him. Hematoma wild dogs eat dead human flesh all year round. Their bodies are heavy and their teeth are covered with ptomaine. If they bite you, you won't live. It is characterized by a big red tumor on its head, which is harder than a hammer. The best cheap thin coffin for the poor is a "three-inch coffin board", which can be knocked through by the dog's head in a few times. This simple coffin has a common name called "Dog Club", which is obvious. The family of the deceased bought a pair of "dog clubs" and buried the body of the deceased. The whole family did their best, and then you can feed the wild dogs in the coffin. But at that time, even this three-inch board "dog club" was in short supply. This is exactly: "people don't hurt the dog's heart, and the dog has the intention of killing." Listen to the next decomposition.