Chapter 165: A Thousand Corpses: I wish Tangtang's baby healthy
After hearing this, I immediately felt uncomfortable and had an unspeakable fear. A person dies, but the way of death is different, and the feeling is different. Being hit by a car is different from being eaten by something.
, are not the same thing at all. I don’t want to observe that half of the body carefully, but when I look at it from a distance, I really feel that there are still teeth marks on the broken part.
"Don't do it again." Mustache dropped the man's half-remaining body and said, "Let's move forward."
I don’t know why, I gradually developed a little disgust and disgust towards these people. A living person died like this, but to them, it didn’t seem to be a very important thing. Even this dead guy
I couldn't get these people to show a trace of pity and sympathy.
If a person can be extremely calm about life's survival, how cold should his blood be?
"It's really hard to describe." Bloomberg stood up, looked around us for a while, and said, "I always feel that these semi-mechanical groups driven by water will not start for no reason."
Bloomberg's words were roughly the same as what Ma Dad said before. I didn't want to see the tragic death of the man again, so I tried my best to force myself to think about this problem. Soon, an idea appeared, and I had a vague feeling that all this
It all seems to be related to the gate. In other words, such a huge gear set was activated because we used abnormal means to force open the gate.
If you think like this, then it's very bad. This is an interlocking device, just like when a thief breaks the door, some alarms will sound. But we are not so lucky. If something goes wrong halfway, there is only one way.
Dead end.
"Let's go." No matter what we thought, Mustache quickly turned around and took steps, and the rest of the people followed. Only I stood there blankly. Mustache looked back at me and asked me to come to him.
Go around.
"Is the road ahead safe or not?" Ma Dad chased after him and asked, "If it's not safe, let Master Wei stay!"
Mustache and Ma Dad had already broken up with each other and would not talk to each other directly. Mustache ignored him, just because he was afraid that I would hesitate. He stopped for a moment, turned around and asked me: "Are you afraid?"
"What else are you afraid of, and what are you not afraid of?" I replied to him calmly: "It's not easy to live, and it's not easy to want to die, isn't it? Just find a place to jump, and then pull it up again, only half of it is left."
"You have to go this way." Mustache pulled me and walked forward without looking back. I originally wanted to refute, but before I could say anything, I immediately thought of the six-fingered figure that appeared several times in this big event.
Corpses. They all appeared on this road, and they all died on this road. It seemed that there was a vicious circle that could not be jumped out, and it seemed that it was an inescapable fate.
We walked down the steep slope in front and gradually reached the bottom of the slope. When this place was originally built, countless people must have worked together. Most of the things had been cleared away, leaving only buildings about ten meters apart.
The wooden tower still remains in place. At the top of the tower is a huge pine lamp. From time to time, you can see some abandoned tools, all of which are rusty. Hundreds of years have passed, things have changed, and people have changed. The original owner of this imperial mausoleum
It has long been turned into ashes in the long river of time. Time is really invincible and no one can resist it. How big a difference is there between the emperors, generals and ministers of the past, or the traffickers and pawns in time?
Reincarnation of eternal life... At this moment, I suddenly seemed to completely understand why so many people are pursuing this secret at all costs.
There must be an underground water system in this place, and the air is getting more and more humid. We paused here for a while, but except for the tools and a few traces left behind, there is nothing of value. This is just the entrance to the entire unfinished mountain mausoleum. Even if there is
Very core information cannot be stored here.
The terrain has been changing. Although it has undergone large-scale man-made transformation, many natural things have still been preserved. Not far ahead, you can faintly hear the sound of running water, and face clouds of water vapor. It is like being thrown into a big
In the steam oven, my clothes and hair got wet in a moment.
The ground is always sloping, but now there is an upward slope, as if we are going out of this basin-like area. Stepping on this slope, we feel that the sound of water becomes clearer, as if it is very close to us. The slope
It wasn't long, and before I could even walk up it, I saw an abyss in front of me, engulfed in darkness and the sound of water.
This place is very similar to the abyss in Hongshi'ao. Standing at the top of the slope, you can see a canyon-like abyss in front of you, with surging water at the bottom. But unlike Hongshi'ao, there is no naturally formed passage here.
, there is only one suspension bridge. The decking on the bridge has long been removed, leaving only four thick iron cables connecting the two ends of the abyss, which is the only place that can pass.
"Damn it." Ma Dad took one look and took a few steps back. He must have been wary of the sound of running water below: "Flying to seize the Luding Bridge?"
I looked at the four thick iron ropes and felt that it was very difficult to build such a thing under the circumstances at that time.
"Just crawl along the iron rope like this?" Bloomberg was asking Mustache for his opinion, but the light shone forward for a long time, and many things that were originally invisible appeared in the field of vision. Several of us discovered almost at the same time that under the
There are a lot of things hanging densely on four very thick iron ropes. One by one, they are like the strips of bacon hung under the eaves of a farmer's house during the Chinese New Year.
As I continued to look at it, I felt very sick. Because the distance was still relatively far, the things hanging on the iron ropes could not be clearly seen. But it made me feel that they were corpses hanging on top one after another. If it was true.
In this way, the scene in front of me is too surprising. I dare not say there are thousands of things hanging, but there are always hundreds.
We stood there for a while, but the monk couldn't help it anymore, and went over with another guy with equipment to take a look. They put a buckle on the iron rope, then slowly climbed five or six meters over, and used a flashlight to take a look.
After a while, they came back. The monk stretched out his hand to wipe off the water droplets on his bald head, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Dead people, they are all dead people."
As soon as the monk's words came out, I wanted to vomit. It's not that I have never seen dead people, but there were so many of them piled together, which gave me a very disgusting fear. How should I put this thing? If you don't believe it, it's really nothing. It's like a lot of courage.
For older people, there will be no surprises when walking past a mass grave in the middle of the night, as if they are walking on a very ordinary road. But if you believe it in your heart, you will think that with so many dead people piled together, the yin energy will cultivate something, and it will
Involuntarily afraid.
"Where did so many dead people come from?"
It is said that the fate of the craftsmen who built mausoleums, especially those who built imperial mausoleums, was basically very tragic. When the project was about to be completed, they would be silenced in batches, and some would become living martyrs in the mausoleum. Therefore, in the legends of this industry
, there are many rumors about the secret escape tunnel, which is said to be the secret tunnel dug by the craftsmen who built the mausoleum themselves. It is also a secret passage that can avoid the main entrance of the mausoleum and enter it. Many people believe this in the past and even now.
, it has happened before that some newcomers want to find a secret escape route. But only people who often listen to storytelling in teahouses will believe these things.
Because such rumors are really not credible. For example, in the Northern Song Dynasty, the Seven Emperors and Eight Tombs were located in Gongyi. This is a matter that everyone in the world knows. Everyone in the world knows it. Why do they need to kill the craftsmen to silence them? And the ancestors
Hundreds of thousands of people are building Long's Lishan Mausoleum. Can they all be killed?
If Targou really has to be called a mausoleum, it is still an unfinished mausoleum. The construction workers left halfway, so it is impossible to kill the craftsmen. So there are so many corpses hanging on the iron ropes.
Being able to blame Lu Xiuhuang, he actually had his own purpose in convincing Yuan Hao to build the mausoleum. To put it bluntly, he wanted to borrow someone else's help to build a house and then live in it himself. Lu Xiuhuang must have come secretly again after the mausoleum was abandoned halfway.
At this point, with his character and the way he handles things, it is not surprising that he would kill all the craftsmen who work for him.
It is impossible for people in this profession not to come into contact with dead people, so the monk and the others felt a little scared, but they would not stop their actions because of this. After staying here for a while, the monk and the guy went over to clear the way again. They followed the original method,
Fix your body on the buckle, and the buckle is equipped with a safety rope. If you really miss it in the middle, you will not fall completely.
The two of them crawled slowly, which was still a bit dangerous, because the locks hanging the corpses would block the buckles, and they had to be untied from time to time. I felt worried for them when I saw them, it was like they were in a forest of corpses.
Traveling cannot be played by people without mental quality.
The distance between the two ends of the abyss is about thirty meters, which is not very long. The monks and the others spent a lot of effort to climb over. They looked at the other side. Except for the frightening corpses hanging on the iron ropes, the rest of the abyss was terrifying.
It was pretty normal. Then, Xiaozhu and I crawled towards the opposite side together. He seemed to be worried about me, so he asked me to be in front and him to be in the back so that he could take care of me more easily.
There is a safety rope in my waist, which is buckled on the iron rope. The iron rope is so thick that I can't hold it with one hand. If I move a little, large pieces of rusty slag will fall down. After crawling forward for seven or eight meters, we have arrived.
I was a bit confused in the area where the corpses were the densest. I was obviously afraid of these things, but I couldn't help but look down.
Some corpses have completely rotted away, and some seem to have been affected by some special reason. The bodies are shriveled and dehydrated. There is a layer of wax on the outside to isolate them from the erosion of external factors, and they have not rotted in a place with such high humidity.
I slowly climbed to the middle of the iron rope, clinging tightly to the iron rope with my legs and one hand. I loosened the buckle with the other hand and buckled it to the front, taking a breather. This time, after a brief pause, I looked towards the iron rope again.
I took a quick look. But after taking this look, I couldn’t take my eyes away.