This is a corpse! It seems nonsense, it must be a corpse. However, this is not a corpse of ordinary people, and it does not look as hard as a stone, which makes it look different. What really surprised us is that its appearance has great similarities to that of a mermaid!

We were surprised and felt a sense of joy, convinced that the altar of the Witch Ancestor is in the Shiling Mountain. This is the characteristic of the Witch Ancestor statue, and the believers inherited this point. At the bottom of Changbai Mountain, we found this remains in the river. This is a curse and the inheritance of the Witch Cult bloodline.

The dead girl seemed very excited and said to me: "If we don't come here in vain, Shiling Mountain must be the hiding place of the Witch Ancestor's altar. However, the hidden ones will be more secret. The Ghost King seems to have not found it yet, but this also gives us a chance!"

The whole body of the corpse is indeed very hard, like a stone. The small hob was chiseled with an iron pickaxe, but it only made a little mark, but it was not inserted into the flesh. Dazuirong used a variety of corpse-control techniques, but could not make the corpse soft. It seems that this is a special way for the altar monks to protect the corpse after death. We can't find the trick, and it will be useless if we continue to do it. Besides, there is no need to solve the mystery of the hardness of the corpse, and it has no great value for us to explore the secrets of the altar.

Xiao Ying and I squatted on the ground and carefully checked the appearance of the corpse. This was a male believer. He only had clothes made of animal skins, covering one-third of the limbs, and looked very similar to those from primitive races. However, his body was still very different from mermaids. Only the cheeks were fish gill characteristics, and under the neck, it was basically no different from human limbs. However, the soles of the feet were relatively large, and they may have evolved from mermaids. The feet like primitive palms continued their original huge characteristics.

Qianqi told us again that this corpse has been buried here for at least 150 years. Since its burial, Grandma Huang and the others have never dared to dig it out again. Not only are they afraid that it will be resurrected, but their tribe members will also find revenge if they smell it and find revenge in Liangchong Village.

We think it is unlikely to be resurrected, but it is necessary to guard against the smell of its body being transmitted back to Shiling Mountain. We know only one-third of the mysterious magic in witchcraft, such as this evil magic that is as stiff as a stone after death, which was simply unthinkable before. And it is not impossible to pass on the breath after death. Now I dare not continue to study the corpse and throw it into a pit to bury it.

While filling the pit, I saw a wooden sign as big as a baby's hand in the animal skin on the waist of the corpse. I jumped into the pit and pulled it off and took it up. The sign was black and the handwriting on it was not clear. Xiao Ying took out a tissue and wiped it for a long time, and finally could vaguely see a word carved on both sides of the front and back.

On one side, the word "英" is carved with oracle bone inscriptions, and on the other side, it seems to be "英", which is very similar to the word "官", but it is reversed, and we can't recognize what to pronounce.

Xiao Ying said: "This is probably a token of the deceased's waist card, proving that he is a witch god cult. It may be useful after taking it."

The little hob came over and said, "Big Mouth, you see, this thing has a history of at least three to five hundred years, right? How much is it worth when you get it on the antique black market?"

Damn, this kid can't see things from hundreds of years ago, and always thinks about selling them for money. Just now, when I saw him looking at the corpse, there was money all over his eyes. If he weren't afraid of something, he might have to transport the corpse back as an antique to sell it.

Dazui Rong leaned over and said, "You can't just look at the age, but also its own cultural value. If you can be sure that it is a token of the Witch God Cult, it can be worth 100,000,800, right?"

"Then don't lose it. Go back and find a buyer to make the trip back."

After burying the corpse again, Dazuirong sprinkled glutinous rice in the soil to bury the corpse-suppressing talisman. Then I asked Qian Qi that he had heard from Grandma Huang about Shiling Mountain. This dead old woman was an old ghost. No matter how she had experienced many strange stories and strange things she had experienced before and after her death. If she could get something from it, she would definitely benefit greatly.

Qianqi said that that night, Grandma Huang also mentioned that Cao Po Gui lived in seclusion in the Paoma Rock area. That was because he was close to Shiling Mountain, so few people dared to come here, which became a good place to hide. And they also took Paoma Rock as the boundary and never dared to cross this mountain to go southwest. The closer they approached Shiling Mountain, the more likely they were to encounter danger. This dead person was what they had encountered in the south of the mountain, and was killed by it all the way back to the Paoma Rock.

Grandma Huang thought of the old things that night and seemed quite frightened, saying that at that time, the Caopo family had lost a lot of people to kill this weird person. If she could not escape, she would definitely die.

Qianqi only knows so much, but this information is very valuable to us. First, it is determined that there is a witch ancestor altar hidden in Shiling Mountain, and second, it also allows us to know that there may be a group of primitive humans living there. However, over a hundred years have passed, it is unknown whether those primitive people are still alive. Even if they still exist, they are just primitive people who have not yet been civilized. They only know some black witchcraft, and they can do it as long as they are guarding against them to perform their magic.

Early the next morning, we bid farewell to Liangzhong Village and headed towards Paomayan. In order to save time, we passed by the shortcut route of Guwu Mountain. On this mountain range, I couldn't help but realize that Guwu Mountain would be homophonic, which was previously called "Guwu Mountain"? It was so close to Shiling Mountain that the residences of the Witch God Cultists in ancient times may have been very wide, and they had been active here.

Xiao Ying disagreed: "Many things have coincidences. So according to you, Wushan should be the true birthplace of the Wuzu."

I said: "The saying that Wushan is the birthplace of the Witch Cult is rampant, and it cannot be ruled out. If there is no Witch Ancestor Altar here, it seems that we need to go to Wushan."

Xiao Ying smiled and said, "It is said that the goddess of Wushan is very honest. Do you really want to meet this goddess?"

The little hoist quickly said, "You kid want to play Wushan** again?"

Damn, you bastard will be suffocating to death if you don’t speak? My buddy coughed twice and quickly changed his sight, singing the folk song that Xiao Ying sang at that time: "My sister is white and white, and her lover is black and black; black ink is written on white paper, do you see if the color is in harmony..."

After nightfall, we did not stop and came to the Paomahe River to camp overnight. Ye Xiaohun died, and Xiao Lu ran to the north. It should be very safe here. But we dared not go there on the south bank of the river. There may be a large number of Cao Po poisonous Gu that Ye Xiaohun once raised. She died, but Cao Po is still alive.

After spending a safe night here, I set off in the morning to climb over the Paoma Rock and advance southwest. The mountains ahead are more steep and complex, with many cliffs that are difficult to climb. I think the horrible rumors in this area do not only come from Shiling Mountain, but also bring rich space for association.

We brought our mountain climbing equipment and had a lot of experience in climbing mountains. Even so, we crossed two hills, but after walking seven or eight miles, the sky became dark. Here, we strangely discovered traces of humans, with very large footprints, similar to the soles of the mermaid corpse. We couldn't help but feel alert. It seemed that there were still believers in Shiling Mountain, and they had a large range of activities, and they could encounter them at any time.

At this moment, we dare not rush to the road at night, and wanted to find a remote place to rest. Standing on the top of the mountain, we found a dense forest under the hillside covering the sky and the sun, which should be a good place to hide. When we walked down and approached the dense forest, we found strangely that a ball of light flashed faintly in the forest!
Chapter completed!