"Is this a dragon chaser?" Fatty muttered to himself.
"Eighty percent yes, but I feel like he is like a gang leader, a bit like a cult leader, leading people to hold illegal gatherings here, spreading superstitions and so on."
"Mud monkey, you know something. Superstition is a very important part of ancient history. Without superstition, there would be no such things as life and death, no worship and belief, and most importantly, there would be no such gold and silver.
Manzuka, what's wrong with us? Aren't those old men with glasses in the museum studying these superstitious things? Do you know what this is called? This is no longer superstition, but culture and civilization.
"
"Hehe, what I see is that Mr. Gua's mind is swaying. Look at this person's aura and demeanor. Whether he is the leader of the underworld or the leader of a cult, he can be regarded as unparalleled if he can get to this level. Just rush.
This is worthy of my respect from the bottom of my heart, Mr. Gua."
Is he really a dragon chaser? I looked at the figure on the altar with wild eyes, and my feeling told me that it was him. This was the first image of him that I saw. Although I could only see his back, that kind of
The spirit has penetrated the picture and penetrated into people's hearts. This is the man who has created all kinds of miracles, turning his hands to make clouds and his hands to make rain!
"There is no way, how should we get there?"
This is a problem. We dare not take the road over there, and it is blocked here. There is no way to go.
"How about we use explosives?" the fat man said, and immediately brought the package over and rummaged through it. I quickly stopped him. This kind of thing must be done by professionals. If the weight of the explosives is not well grasped, it will be very difficult.
It might be useless, or it might blow up the entire stone path, and then we would all have to be buried alive.
"Let's look for it again. Have you forgotten what happened before? There must be a door here."
We began to explore the surrounding stone walls, and soon A-Xue discovered that on the wall made of noodle in front, there was a place that made a hollow sound of "dong-dong" as long as we knocked on it. It was obvious that
It's hollow inside.
This clue was so important that we quickly took out the tools and quickly pried out a thin stone slab. We immediately discovered that the entire wall was hollow, but this stone slab was relatively thin.
I leaned forward and took a look inside, only to find that the wall was not empty, but that the two walls were relatively close to each other, with a distance of about one meter in between.
The four people got in one after another. The wall behind was completely solid, but there was a dark portal on both sides of this narrow passage. It was built on the rock walls on both sides. Each portal had a straight downward staircase.
Bottomless.
We have just solved a problem, and a new one has emerged. There are two roads, which one should we take? If it were not so dangerous here, if we had not experienced what happened to Zhang Ah Si, we might have gone separately, but now
Absolutely cannot be separated.
"Okay, there's no need to be so troubled, just choose one. People have to walk the road. How can you know which is wrong and which is right if you don't walk!" The fat man seemed a little indifferent to this kind of thing. We can't tell the difference anyway.
Clear the direction. You don’t know what’s underneath. No matter how much you hesitate, you still have to make a choice. Instead of wasting time here, it’s better to make a choice earlier.
I nodded and agreed to what he said. Just as I was about to walk towards one of the passages, Ashue suddenly pulled me back.
"Wang Fo, in the picture just now, what do you think the stone slab in the hands of the dragon driver is?"
I looked at her doubtfully, not understanding why she asked such a mindless question, but I still answered: "It should be something like a book! There was no paper at that time, and you had to keep what you wanted to record.
In the longer term, the best way is to carve it on a hard object that does not deteriorate easily, such as slate, metal, bone, etc."
Axue nodded, suddenly smiled at me, and said, "In that case, the dragon driver should be left-handed."
I was stunned, and it took me a while to finally understand what she meant, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in my heart. Just like ordinary people, our habitual action is to hold a book in the left hand and a pen in the right hand. Even when reading,
Normally, you hold a book with your left hand and turn the pages with your right hand. But if you are left-handed, the situation is reversed.
Since the dragon driver is left-handed, his habitual movements are to the left, so the passage here is also divided into left and right, shouldn't we go to the left?
I felt relieved immediately. No matter whether this guess was correct or not, at least I had a comfort in my heart. We walked down the stairs on the left with peace of mind.
The stairs were not very long. It didn't take long for us to reach the bottom. After walking through a narrow passage, a wide stone courtyard appeared in front of us. The layout of this stone courtyard is very strange. It is octagonal, with a stone gate and eight stone gates in each corner.
The stone doors are tightly closed.
There is a altar in the center of the stone courtyard. It is a square with a height and width of nearly two meters. There is a statue on it, about one meter high, placed in the center of the altar. At the foot of the statue is a copper kettle, the size of a basketball.
It's like an incense burner, but to me it feels like a wine jar.
The statue above is also very strange. It looks like it was put together by several people. It has three legs and six arms. Although it has only one head, there is a face with no expression or facial features in the four directions. The whole statue is...
It is black, covered with a wide robe, and wears a black hat on its head, giving people a very mysterious and weird feeling.
This is the first time we have seen this kind of statue. For some reason, this kind of statue with three legs, six arms and four sides always gives me a very evil feeling. Its whole body is shrouded in robes, covering something like a layer of mist.
It also filled my heart with a sense of uncertainty.
The fat man and the monkey were completely attracted by the copper pot on the altar, and their eyes revealed a light called "greed". The copper pot looked very delicate, and if it was taken out, it would definitely be worth a lot of money. In their hearts
I know exactly what the calculation was.
The two walked slowly to the altar. You looked at me and I looked at you. The fat man couldn't help but said: "Ni Monkey, I know you are single and weak. This thing looks heavy, or else it will be like a melon."
I'll take it with you so that I can reduce your burden."
The monkey shook his head like a rattle, and the decadence on his face was wiped away. "Nagua, don't think that I don't know what your idea is, and I don't have any way. Tell you, I'm very good, with this
There are more than enough things, but for you, I see that you are seriously injured, so for the sake of your health, it is better for me to carry these things!"
I felt a little helpless. These two guys were greedy and didn't care about anything. I was about to say something, but Ashue spoke first. "If you two don't want to die, you'd better not touch that thing."
Seeing that her face was very serious, I guessed that there must be some secret to it. So I asked her, but her explanation shocked us all.
She said that the statue above was not a good thing, but a kind of god, an evil god. There is a legend about it. Its four faces symbolize evil, disaster, disease and death. Its six faces symbolize evil, disaster, disease and death.
What is held in this hand is human emotions, fear, despair, resentment, sadness, pain and anger. Wherever it passes, there is an unknown atmosphere.
This is the most feared god. In the hearts of ancient wizards, it is also the god of curses. He is often mentioned in black witchcraft. Wizards all believe that through evil gods they can obtain powerful and evil power, and through curses
, can make their enemies fall into disaster and pain until death. Therefore, this is the most vicious form of black witchcraft. Even in an era when witchcraft was popular, it was a taboo existence.
There is actually an evil god enshrined here. Unexpectedly, it must be used to curse outsiders. But whether it is witchcraft or curse, it requires a medium, just like medicine needs a medicine lead. There must be something in this copper pot to enshrine the evil god.
Through it, something establishes a connection with the evil god, thereby achieving the purpose of curse.
Listening to what she said, I also felt that things here are probably not so easy to provoke. It is better to believe that this kind of thing exists than to believe that it does not exist. After coming here, we have seen too many weird and incomprehensible things. If we say
If there is any curse or the like here, it can also be classified into the normal category.
But I still ignored the "perseverance" spirit of the two fat men. As soon as Ashue said the seriousness of the consequences, the two of them secretly opened the lid, and their two heads were squeezed together.
He concentrated on looking inside the copper pot.
My scalp felt numb and I cursed secretly. Sure enough, the two of them screamed at the same time and took two steps back.
"Fuck~ his grandma, what the hell is this thing, how come there is a dead child in it?"
"Ghost baby, it must be a ghost baby. I saw it open its eyes just now."
"Go, go away, you must be dazzled, how come I didn't see it, Mr. Gua. But this damn child is really ugly, and it scared Mr. Gua's little heart."
Seeing them yelling incoherently, I felt a little nervous. Now that they had opened the lid, I simply stretched my head and took a look.
At that moment, my eyelids twitched, and I felt a little horrified. The copper pot was filled with a light red liquid, similar to what I saw in the stone plate before. And at the bottom of the pot, there was a baby, only the size of a palm, curled up.
The body was soaked and turned red, the hands and feet were complete, the facial features were clear and changeable, and even the blood vessels and internal organs in the baby's body were vaguely visible.
Although it is just a dead child, the pressure on people is much greater than that of half of the dead people. Isn't there a saying that people are as big as little devils? This comes from a kind of conceptual disapproval. A child should be strong and healthy.
When I was growing up, being put here always made me feel a little depressed.