SUBTITLES BY Babel Fansub
Alina, Katherine
Candle in the Tomb: The Weasel Grave All characters in this publication are fictitious, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Episode 16
Hu.
Why so many corpses here?
I don't know.
Be careful.
Hu.
Why they're all like the Soviet?
They all grew mouldy like feathers.
I think that might have something to do with the environment here.
This might have become the place where turtle sleeps.
What do you mean by that?
Turtle has a long life, but eventually dies.
Literal meaning,
is that even turtle which has a long life,
will die someday.
In Geomancy way,
it's called spiritual beings' favorite.
Since it's the turtle's choice,
it must be a blessing place.
Hu.
Do you realize it?
They all fell to the same direction.
What does that mean?
It means they were trying to escape before they died.
There's more.
Look, they're all well equipped.
That means they died in a second.
That's pretty weird.
What kind of thing can do that?
Can kill people in a second?
Is it possible that was some kind of bacteria leaking accident?
That odds are quite small.
The water supply unit were working on bacteria.
I think their death might have something to do with the copper box.
When the copper box was opened,
something terrible happened in a sudden,
which killed all the living persons here.
The blind aunt once told me,
the weasel fairy used to use the box to save people.
I never heard that can kill people.
Must be those Japanese opened it in a wrong way.
How do you know that?
Your dad didn't tell you?
No matter what,
the thing caused by the copper box must be off now.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be talking in here.
That's the least we need to worry.
There's nothing we need to worry about.
What comes around goes around.
It might already have begun.
We just didn't realize it.
Sis, are you okay?
Ding, you okay?
Ding, are you alright?
I'm so sleepy.
You can't sleep right now.
Or the poison will go around your system.
Fatty, we need to find it quick.
Uncle Yang, please keep talking with Ding.
Talk about what?
It doesn't matter, just don't let her fall asleep.
Fatty, let's go.
Take me as well.
Go.
Oh, my! That stinks!
And I can tell they have used disinfectant fluid.
Let's search the room one by one.
Don't miss any of them.
Fine.
Whoever finds the antidote sends a signal.
No matter we can find it or not, we'll meet at here later.
Okay.
Let's go.
Thank you, uncle Yang.
Sitian.
When I was in your age,
me and my brother Yang Erdan came from the North to the Northeast.
We joined the biggest gang in the mountains, called Clay Society.
My brother was lucky.
He married the leader's daughter.
He was made the successor by his father-in-law the leader.
The leader has a nephew.
He was a know-it-all in the gang.
He got envy of my brother.
And tried to trick him for many times.
Later,
my brother was taken to this Cave of Eyes by the Japs.
My poor sister-in-law
she were carrying a baby in her belly.
Is that a boy or a girl?
Where is she now?
I asked a fortune teller.
Said that is a girl.
She has a unique fate, like one in ten thousand.
Oh my!
They kept the dead in here?
Huamei.
You said that thing in the box can save lives.
Is that what your dad told you?
Your dad...
why has he been staying in the northeast for these years.
And why took you to Inner Mongolia all of the sudden?
He didn't tell me.
I think he is after the benefits.
Drooling over the thing in the copper box.
Then why don't you tell us,
what's in the box.
So we can gain some knowledge.
I have never seen it in person.
But I have heard something from the others.
The weasel fairy has three kinds of treasures.
Gold, blood orb and the dragon seal.
That's bull!
It's a formula which can bring back the dead.
Seems.
Your dad didn't tell you the truth.
Which year were you born?
Did your dad tell you that?
Don't try to fool me.
Tell me.
Have you ever seen your mother?
Let me...
Sis.
How do you feel now?
I'm okay.
Did you find anything?
We have checked every room.
We only found they have numbers on every room.
Just that.
Can you smell it stinks here?
Like some rotten meat.
Must be from those corpses.
No, it's getting stronger.
See, it's more stinky now.
You take a break in here.
I'll go in and check it out.
You're injured.
Still want be a hero?
I'll go with you.
Okay.
Kid.
Take this with you.
I'll take this.
Take care of Ding.
One. Two.
Gosh.
Hu.
It's the Japs' vegetable cellar?
Seems like a pigsty to me.
That stinks.
And humid.
That Japs really know how to use the place.
They gave all the light to the pigs.
Cut the crap.
It's not some nice place.
We should leave.
Okay.
Let's go.
Hu.
Be careful.
It's still soft.
Hu.
It's a pigsty.
Why plant trees as well?
Cut all the crap.
Why not.
This pigsty,
why does it smell like dead corpses?
Cut it out!
What?
Hu...Hu!
Fatty!
Hu! Hu!
Hu!
Save me!
Fatty!
Hu!
Shit!
Get up!
Hu.
Get up!
Go!
Fatty!
Hu! Hu!
Uncle Yang!
What're you doing? Get out!
Go!
Run!
Hurry, close the door!
Hu, didn't you say no such thing as ghosts?
What the hell are these?!
How would I know?
Maybe they have all become zombies. Push!
Uncle Yang, help us! Uncle Yang.
Hold the door!
Come on!
Gosh! Ghosts! What're you doing here? Go back!
Leave!
What shall we do?
He...he...help!
Ding, what're you doing here? To get yourself killed?
Better die together.
Ding.
Step away!
Close it!
What...what is that?
Close it!
Shit!
Hold the door!
Come on!
Hold it!
Hu.
What did you see?
I saw...
I saw those corpses are connected to a ginseng.
The corpses are not moving.
But the ginseng is!
Fatty, where's the wine?
Let's burn them down! It's long gone!
What did you do?!
Fatty!
Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go!
Gosh.
Hurry! Run! Run!
Hurry, run!
Ding, let's go!
Run!
Ding!
Go away! Go away!
Go!
Let's go!
Hurry, go!
Let's go. Fatty!
This way!
Hurry, hurry!
Close the door!
Close it!
Hurry!
Pull!
Pull! Pull!
Step aside.
Close the door!
Hurry!
Hu.
This door. Can we count on it?
This basement was built by the Japs in military standards.
Even a bomb won't crack it.
I think.
Hu.
Do you think
this corpse
dressed differently with those corpses outside?
The Soviet's journal wrote it,
many captures here were treated as their lab mice.
But his clothes..
does it look familiar to you?
It's like
the northeast bandit's dressing style in the stories.
I agree.
That's it.
The bandits in the Clay Society
stole some treasures from the weasel temple.
Then they got killed by the Japs
and fed to the monster.
They found the weasel treasure.
Could be.
Those corpses outside,
lots of them were in Japs' uniform.
Maybe they got involved in that disaster
and eaten by the ginseng.
I thought you educated youths are all educated.
What did you call that?
Ginseng?
If not that,
then what?
It's a kind of plant from Night-west country.
Uncle Yang.
Explain it.
What the hell is that?
That kind of plant
were transferred from the ancient Yuansha City, Night-west country.
It's highly toxic.
The shape of it looks a little like human.
In Night-west, they called it Yabulu.
The Hans call it Corpse-ginseng.
It's kind like the corpse flower.
Grows in the rancid dirt in the dark.
Its root can reach more than ten meters deep. It feeds on the living animals and humans.
That kind of plant has been corroded by the Japs' liquids,
and caused variation. So now it has become more gigantic and fierce,
even could attack the living
with corpses linked to its body.
Now, I see it.
That room was built by the Japs on purpose.
They were planting corpse-ginseng
and develop medicine.
I have read it on the book.
According to the legend, corpses buried in the corpses farm
are called Menxiang.
That's a kind of medicine.
So I was right.
Those aren't zombies.
Uncle Yang.
You said,
the corpse-ginseng...
it's...
it's toxic?
That's right.
Hu.
One bomb makes a hole.
Two bombs make a bigger hole.
Too many louses won't bite.
Too many debts won't fret.
It's okay!
You're right!
Nothing in the world can stop a revolutionary soldier!
I like what Yanzi said.
Yanzi, do you still remember it?
Come what may!
What's wrong?
Ding.
What's wrong?
Ding!
How do you feel?
I miss the days when we were in the link-up campaign together.
We went to the hometown of Chairman Mao.
Everyone of us held a handful of clay of that place.
We held it in hand.
Tightly, for a whole night.
None of us loosened our grip.
The next day, our hands were all swollen.
Remember.
Death
Doesn't belong to the workers!
You must
go out alive!