Chapter 166: Transmission of Consciousness Information, for Nuoxi Junsheng
Among the densely packed corpses under the iron rope, one immediately caught my attention. It was hung on the iron rope, but it looked different. The black robe on its body was not rotten, and it raised its head and made no sound.
hanging below, as if looking into my eyes.
My hands immediately trembled. The face of this mummy had almost no moisture and was glowing with a layer of oily light, but I seemed to see a glimmer of gaze from its slightly closed eyelids.
A very evil look, like a vital energy, exudes some mysterious power on this body that has been dead for countless years. I hold the buckle in my hand, and I can no longer calm myself down.
, Really, that kind of gaze makes people feel that it is still alive. I just looked up and down with this corpse, and everything in my mind seemed to disappear at this moment. I felt extremely panic, and I felt a kind of
Inexplicable throbbing.
Whoosh!
There was something really wrong with that corpse. After I looked at it for a while, its dry eyes suddenly opened, and its two gray pupils stared at me. This scene was completely beyond common sense and me.
The bottom line of endurance, as its eyes opened, I screamed involuntarily, but I was still looking at it. Like a very hungry wolf, looking at the food in the trap, knowing that there is a lot of food there.
Dangerous, but unwilling to leave.
My brain was completely confused, the world was spinning, everything and sounds around me seemed to have gone away from me in an instant, leaving only a pair of gray eyes. This was a very long stare, until the fear completely overwhelmed my nerves,
I was trembling and wanted to touch the weapon, but before I could hold the gun in my waist, the corpse below suddenly made a very hoarse and dull sound.
**!
Although I was panicking, I could still tell that the sound made by the corpse was a complete sentence. My hands suddenly froze at my waist, and I was at a loss.
"Come on... come on... I've been here for a long time... waiting for you..." The dry face of the corpse suddenly became distorted, like
A large piece of plasticine, its mouth opened, and every word it spat out seemed to be beating my heart and filling my eardrums.
I couldn't help but want to close my eyes. This is the most primitive and instinctive reaction of human beings to fear. If something is scary, then don't look at it. But my eyes were closed, and the sound was still lingering in my ears.
With that very hoarse and dull voice.
"Come down... I will grant you eternal life..."
"Reincarnation of Immortality!" My tightly closed eyes opened instantly, and I shouted without thinking, "What is Reincarnation of Immortality!"
"Like me, hanging here will lead to eternal life..."
Immediately afterwards, every part and every joint of the corpse began to move slowly like a twisted machine. It opened its gray pupils and a thin hand began to grab upwards from below.
, it is impossible for it to catch me from such a long distance, but such a scene is really unbearable. As soon as my hand loosened, my whole body seemed to fall from the iron rope, and I had to pass through this pile of corpses and fall below.
of water.
I don’t know if I was confused or not, but when I felt like I was about to fall, my body was shaken heavily. Immediately, a heartbreaking pain was transmitted from my arm to the brain nerves. It was very painful, but this pain was like a
After taking a sedative, my confused consciousness became much clearer in an instant.
This kind of awakening came very quickly, so my head was still a little blurry, and my arms only felt very painful. The things and sounds that had disappeared before my eyes just now appeared like running water. I couldn't believe the current situation. I had already recovered from the iron rope.
It fell off and my body was hanging in the air, but Mustache stretched out a hand and pulled my arm tightly. Because of this, I didn't fall completely. Otherwise, even if there was a safety rope, I would still suffer a lot.
"Come up!" Mustache's hands were very strong, and he lifted me up hard, trying to pull me up. With such force, my arm almost broke. I gritted my teeth quickly, hooked the iron rope with my other hand, and turned with all my strength.
Go up.
I fixed the loose buckle on the iron rope and let out a long breath. My head was all wet. I didn't know whether it was water vapor or cold sweat. I touched it casually and subconsciously wanted to look at the body below.
A very strange corpse.
"Don't look at it!" Mustache immediately stopped him, and then involuntarily asked me to crawl forward. I also realized that something was wrong, so I obeyed his instructions and crawled forward along the iron rope with all my strength. I didn't
I dared to look down again. Even though I knew there were still corpses below, I still braved the bullet and crawled to the other side. The monk reached out to catch me and waited until my feet were on the ground. Only then did I feel truly at ease.
Come down.
"Damn it!" I reached out and touched my forehead again, and found that it was really full of cold sweat: "There's something wrong with those corpses, let everyone behind you be careful!"
"You shouldn't stare at those corpses." Mustache handed me a dry towel to wipe off the moisture on his head and neck. He continued: "That is probably a transfer of consciousness."
"Consciousness transfer?" This word is really unfamiliar to me.
As for the principle of consciousness transmission, there is no reasonable explanation so far, but it does exist. If this phenomenon is described in popular terms, for example, a monk three hundred years ago left a
Wooden fish, wooden fish are dead and cannot have any consciousness. However, if all kinds of very subtle opportunities coincide closely at the same time, then people three hundred years later can get some of the original owner through this wooden fish.
consciousness information.
The consciousness information obtained through the wooden fish is very complicated. It may be some scenes from the original owner's life, it may be a paragraph of his words, or it may be some perceptions of his thinking.
However, the transmission of this kind of consciousness information is very difficult. In terms of the probability of occurrence, it is even more difficult than winning the lottery. Just like after the Big Bang, it takes ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or even more to create a living planet.
Millions of opportunities can only happen if they condense in a subtle way within a period of time. None of them can be missing.
I started to smile bitterly. Can this be said that I have bad luck? God really takes good care of me, so that things that are difficult to appear fall on my head.
However, I really can’t tell whether what I just experienced was the rare transmission of conscious information or a hallucination caused by some reason. If it was the transmission of conscious information, then the corpse hanging on the iron rope
, maybe he had some identity at that time, otherwise the ideology of reincarnation and immortality would not have appeared.
But it doesn’t make much sense to find out who this person is. He may be Lu Xiuhuang’s helper, or he may be another collaborator of Lu Xiuhuang. In order to protect his secrets and interests, Lu Xiuhuang secretly
Shi Pan, a close comrade in arms, can kill him, let alone others.
The people behind me were all more experienced than me, and they came over safely. Only Ma Dad lingered on it for a long time. It was very damp in this place, and our clothes got wet as soon as we came here. We burned two piles of fire to dry the clothes, and the monk took them with him.
The waiter walked forward a little to check the situation.
"Is there a gate at the back?"
"The root information left no clues about the gate." Mustache toasted his sleeves and said to me: "This information was left by Shi Pan. He only knew that Lu Xiuhuang secretly left these places.
But it’s hard to tell the more specific situation.”
When I was free, I once analyzed on my own that Tagou might be more sinister than the places where bronze medals are hidden. Because what is preserved here is probably the first-hand information left by Lu Xiuhuang himself, which is incomparable.
Except for the Lu Xiuhuang Notes that have been circulated outside, it is estimated that this is the place with the most insider information about the bronze medal incident, otherwise Lei Yingxiong would not bet all his treasures in Targou.
The monk and the guy came back after a while. They didn't dare to go too far. In front of us was a very short aisle dug by the craftsmen along the natural terrain. It was mainly widened to make it easier to transport things inside.
This place is probably still far away from the core area, and we don’t expect to make any important discoveries. After a few people baked their clothes, they packed up their equipment and started walking.
The very short corridor was relatively rough, which gave people the impression that the overall structural framework of this place might have been framed on a large scale during construction, and then secondary construction began area by area. The channel was only a few meters long. In the past,
After that, the space suddenly became much smaller. After scanning with a flashlight, there were some unfinished stone statues and discolored murals on both sides.
In a corner of this space, we found a hole that had been punched through. An iron chain passed through the hole, exposing a meter-long section on the ground, and then buried it underground. This thing aroused our interest.
of attention.
"Where does this chain come from and where does it go?"
The monk looked at it for a long time and then tried to pull it, but the iron chain seemed to be grown in the stone and was very heavy. He used all his strength to suck the milk, but the iron chain only moved slightly. According to this weight, we
Even if several people worked together, it was impossible to pull the chain out. It must be connected to something underneath, so the monk gave up.
We had just taken a few steps away from the chain when Mustache seemed to notice something. He shook the flashlight and looked at his hands. At this time, I also felt that within the range of the flashlight beam, there were
A very, very blurry thing.
"What is it?" the monk raised his head and asked.
"Hold your breath!" Mustache shouted briefly, then pushed me back.
We don't know when patches of white dust began to float above our heads. There was no pungent smell, but after hearing Mustache's low voice, I immediately held my breath.