It is said that in Miao territory, there is a kind of witchcraft called "forgetting worries", which can make people forget all the things that happened before today. Modern medicine also calls this symptom amnesia, and classifies it as a mental illness. Most patients with amnesia will gradually recover some memories over time, and certain fragments may stimulate the brain to recall lost memories.

  I don't know if there really is a worm that can make people forget their worries, but later on they did find an unknown insect in Ye Qiu's body, which was the same kind as the one found on my deceased uncle-in-law in Shuangyuan Village. This insect looks like a silkworm, but it only eats meat and doesn't eat leaves.

  Ye Qiu said he remembered a lot of things, he said he had been here before, and even told Pangzi and Cha Wenbin that the mummy inside was actually himself.

  "These days I've been having a dream, in the dream I often see my own head being chopped off. The headless person kept telling me to go collect his body, I asked him who he was, and he said he was me. I said who are you, why are you me, he said his name was Zhao Wujie. He said the current me is not the real me, every time I see that person in my dreams I want to escape, but he always appears from all directions, later on I got this knife and put it under my pillow, after that the headless person never appeared again."

  "Are you certain that mummy is you?" asked Cha Wenbin.

  Ye Qiu nodded, he was silent for a moment, then asked Cha Wenbin: "Do you believe in borrowing a corpse to return the soul?"

  "I believe you, but don't think too much about it. If it's really like what you said, it might not be a bad thing after all. At least you're still alive now."

  "Yes, living just to collect one's own corpse, how ironic."

  That coin is the best evidence, it clearly indicates the year, and at that time a 1978 five-cent coin was enough to make people believe that the corpse in the puppet came from our era. At least it confirms that someone has been here in recent years, but who can say how he ended up like that?

  That person is Ye Qiu, his card says his surname is Zhao, so who is this man standing in front of them shouting?

  Even he himself has already forgotten...

  "If all the Terracotta Warriors were made later, then..." Zhang Wenbin put forward this idea, and then he thought of what Ye Qiu said when he came: someone will die here, why did he say that?

  "Never mind who you are for now, just answer me, is the person in that puppet the one who died here last time?"

  Ye Qiu's emotions had also calmed down a bit, and he nodded: "Yes, that was me."

  "Do you still remember what happened?"

  "I don't remember, but my intuition tells me that's who I am. My head hurts, and whenever I try to think about the past, it feels like there are millions of ants gnawing at my brain."

  Zha Wenbin turned around and said to Pangzi: "Shitou, you come with me to open the coffin and let Ye Qiuxi rest for a while."

  This coffin is actually a nested coffin, with the smallest one inside, and then layered on top of each other. To open the coffin quickly, it's best to enter from the innermost layer first. With such a large coffin, trying to pry it open directly won't work. However, ancient coffins were all connected by mortise and tenon joints without nails, and the weakest part is usually at the top. By opening the mortise and tenon joints at the four corners of the top, you can see what's inside like lifting a lid.

  The fat man used his hands and feet, but when he reached the top, he found that someone had already opened a hole in it. There were two parallel wooden bars at the top that had been moved away, leaving an empty hole that both of them could pass through easily.

  Down to the coffin, there was a red dragon-painted coffin inside, about four meters long and two meters wide. No other objects were found. Baozi was about to take action when he was stopped by Cha Wenbin, who shouted: "Slow!"

  Fatso thought he was going to pull out the usual Taoist tricks, like setting up an altar or something, and chuckled: "Although I've never been to a royal tomb, I've still explored over a dozen ordinary tombs. For people in our line of work, if there's really something inside that's going to pounce on you, praying won't do any good - you need to come up with something more ruthless. Nobody wants to be woken up from a good sleep, and even if someone were to burn a whole truckload of paper money for me while I was lying inside, I'd still be unhappy."

  Zha Wenbin shook his head and said, "Have you noticed that this coffin seems to have been untouched by anyone? Don't you think it's strange?"

  "It's also." The fatty looked up at the opening above his head, and then thought of those people outside, "Making such a big commotion just for this little thing, now that the pot has been opened, it doesn't make sense not to scoop out some soup to drink."

  "Wait a minute." After that, Cha Wenbin took out a small handful of lime powder from his bag and spread it on the palm of his hand. He then put it to his mouth and blew gently towards the coffin lid. A layer of white powder immediately fell onto the lid. He circled around and sprayed the entire coffin lid with a layer of white powder, and then shone a strong light on it. At this time, several messy fingerprints on the coffin lid suddenly appeared.

  This move made Fatso stare blankly, shouting repeatedly: "How did I not think of that? It seems this thing has been touched by someone."

  "Touched, but not opened." Zhang Wenbin carefully examined the coffin's seams again and found no signs of prying anywhere. The coffin was still in a sealed state.

  "It's issued!" The fat man was overjoyed, his mind full of burial objects. Out of professional habit, he took out the folding engineer shovel and said, "I'll do it."

  Zha Wenbin held down the fat man, he always felt that something was wrong, and a voice in his heart kept telling him not to touch.

  "Let's go, Shi Tou."

  "Leave? Are you crazy? We've finally made it down here with great difficulty. Isn't it stupid to withdraw now?"

  "Let's go, something doesn't feel right here. At least two groups of people have been here before, they're just like us, able to find this place but ultimately didn't open the coffin. Don't you think it's strange?"

  "They're stupid, Fat Brother does this line as long as he enters the nest, he never leaves empty-handed."

  "Remember, we're not here to rob a tomb!" Zhang Wenbin bellowed at him.

  "What are you doing?" The fat man also got angry and said: "You tell me, lifting up someone's roof while they're sleeping, going into their room for a stroll, and then leaving. You're not a thief, who would believe you? If you're not a thief, what are you doing here? Are you bored out of your mind?"

  Cha Wenbin didn't want to argue with him, waved his hand and said: "I want to pause, can I?"

  "No way!" Fatso picked up the entrenching tool and was about to pry it open, he roared: "We're cursed, curse knows! No one can save us except ourselves!"

  As soon as he saw the fat man, Cha Wenbin started to exert his strength and hugged the fat man tightly, pulling him backwards. The two men became entangled together. The fat man's strength was much greater than Cha Wenbin's, and with just one swing of his arm, Cha Wenbin crashed heavily into the wooden coffin. The fat man continued to move forward to open the coffin, but Cha Wenbin quickly got up and grabbed onto the fat man's legs again. The fat man tripped and fell to the ground, and at this moment, he either panicked or became disoriented. In any case, he picked up the nearby shovel and swung it backwards, aiming for Cha Wenbin. If Cha Wenbin hadn't quickly grabbed his Seven-Star Sword to block the attack, half of his face would have been sliced off by the fat man.

  "Clang", a spark flew out, and with this move, Cha Wenbin felt the sky spinning around him, and a surge of nameless fire rose to his head. You little scoundrel, not listening to me is one thing, but you even tried to kill me! Watching Fatso walk step by step towards his coffin, Cha Wenbin pulled out the Seven Star Sword from his hand and slowly got up from the ground...

  "Halt!" A loud shout came from above, and a figure leaped down from the rooftop, pouncing on the two men and sending Fatso and Cha Wenbin tumbling to the ground in a daze. The man raised his arm and slapped them with two resounding slaps, leaving Fatso and Cha Wenbin seeing stars, their cheeks instantly swelling up like balloons.

  Ye Qiu arrived just in time, and outside he faintly heard quarreling coming from inside the coffin. He climbed up to take a look, and good grief, Cha Wenbin was preparing to launch a sneak attack on Fatso from behind. Luckily Ye Qiu intervened just in time, or else disaster would have struck.

  Zha Wenbin was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat, that slap was like a wake-up call for him. The fat guy was also stunned, the two of them looked at each other and suddenly couldn't understand what had just happened, how did they end up fighting?

  "What a close call!" Cha Wenbin came to his senses and realized that he and Pangzi were probably both deceived, as the saying goes, "the devil has possessed their minds" and obscured their judgment. Looking at the sharp engineer's shovel on the ground and the unsheathed treasure sword, it was clear that these two brothers were determined to fight to the death. And looking at the stone ash on top of the coffin, there was clearly an extra set of footprints, which didn't belong to either of them or Ye Qiu. He understood in his heart that there must be some hidden truth behind this.

  "Take a sip." Zhang Wenbin wiped the water stain from his mouth and handed a small bottle to Fatso.

  Fatty swung that bottle and brought it to his mouth for a sniff. A pungent smell assaulted his nostrils, and he quickly pinched his nose shut, asking: "What's this stuff?"

  "Old ash water, I had someone fetch the thousand-year-old bottom ash from the large incense burner in front of Chongyang Hall. Be frugal with it, don't pour me a whole mouthful at once. This is enough to confuse even ghosts. It's really a case of a Taoist being deceived by ghosts, and if word gets out, we'll be the laughing stock."

  Pangzi took a sip and quickly returned it to Zha Wenbin, but after the water went down, he suddenly felt a refreshing air rising from his stomach, rushing up through the esophagus and straight to his forehead, shaking his head, as if he had just washed his face with cold water, extremely comfortable.

  "Let me take another sip, I'm still a bit dizzy."

  Zha Wenbin quickly covered the bottle: "Forget it, this stuff is one sip less, you can't think about it." The two people completely lost their tense and nervous appearance from earlier and returned to their original state.

  "Thanks a lot, Ye brother," Fatso thought for a moment and felt something was off, so he quickly changed his words to: "Oh no, Zhao brother."

  "Just call me Ye Qiu, Zhao is already dead."

  Cha Wenbin smiled and said, "I see you've figured it out, that's good," as he rummaged through his bag for some items to perform a ritual.

  "What's this?" Ye Qiu asked.

  "Let's catch a ghost." "Want me to help?" "You can too?" "I won't..."