A group of living dead surrounded us. Their faces were very white, and even their pupils were white. This meant that I couldn't see their expressions clearly. This was their talent - they were born with intangible emotions and emotions.
So I couldn't see them surrounding me and looking at me with their expressions.
This is important.
I have to know what kind of mentality and expression they have when looking at me. For example, when they knelt down just now, they could be worshiping me or teasing me.
And now what is before me is, what should I do? Obviously, these people regard me as the person who looks exactly like me. What should I do? Explain it clearly to them, or should I pretend to be real?
Are you going to keep pretending? Although I admit that it feels good to be worshiped by others, but this group of people are carrying bronze swords, and they look like people with good martial arts. What if they are exposed? They won't be instantly
Chop people into pieces?
I couldn't explain it, so I turned to my elder brother for help. He seemed to be the one who knew what was going on. At this time, he had to make the decision. In fact, the damn thing was that he had to make the decision, because I didn't know how to do it at all.
I can't understand the words of these living dead, and my eldest brother is the only translator here.
The eldest brother said something to the crowd of living dead who were staring at me closely. The living dead bowed to me again and then retreated like a tide.
I lowered my face and yelled at my elder brother: Tell me everything now! What is going on! Don't tell me to find my second brother! I want to know everything, everything, everything now!! If you don't tell me, I will
I'll die for you!
The eldest brother lit a cigarette and handed me one, but I threw it away. Suddenly, the eldest brother slapped me in the face and cursed: You're a loser! Do you want to die for me? Do you think I'm a pain in the ass for being idle? Want to hide it from you? If you miss, go now and see if I can stop you.
After that, he said to Bai Jin: Sister-in-law, please ignore him. He is not a toy. He doesn't know anyone who treats him well.
Bai Jin pulled my arm, looked at me pitifully, and said softly: Sanliang, calm down. You have to know that anyone can harm you, and none of us can harm you, right? Speak to your elder brother, wait.
When I met the second brother, I also advised him not to hide anything from you. Now you know that every step the second brother takes, he has his plan. There can be no mistakes. You must listen to him in everything.
arrange.
When Bai Jin was talking to me, my eldest brother had already climbed up the stairs to the second floor of this ancient building. Bai Jin pulled me and followed me. While pulling me, he persuaded me: Okay, three liang, don't
Frustrated.
I followed reluctantly up to the second floor. Bai Jin turned on the light and scanned it, which almost scared me so much that I rolled down the stairs. What the hell is this?
I saw that the entire second floor looked like a slaughterhouse, densely packed with corpses. The corpses were black and had dried. They were hanging like wind chimes one by one. As we walked around, these corpses were still hanging.
It will sway slightly.
I gasped and cursed: What kind of place is this? Is this their morgue?
The eldest brother rolled his eyes at me, stared at the forest of corpses in front of him solemnly, spit out his eyes, and said: This is a sacrifice. When you came, everything outside this mountain was deserted, right? In fact, at the beginning, here,
There are still tribes one by one, but the people in these caves will go out to hunt regularly, and the aboriginal people outside have moved away.
Sacrifice? Hunting?
Are these corpses the prey hunted by the living dead? Human hunters? This made me shudder, but when I thought of the sacrifices, I thought of the altar on the first floor and the statue of the woman in red in front of the altar. So I asked:
Are these corpses sacrificed to that woman? Oh my god, right? That woman is a cannibal?
The eldest brother shook his head and said: No, it is to worship the thing in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. Do you know that ancient people used boys and girls to sacrifice to the river gods and mountain gods? The ancients had no way to eliminate them, so they had to take the initiative to steal food. In this case, they would be killed.
At least those who offer sacrifices will not come out to harm others.
After saying that, he said: Okay, let's go up to the third floor. Be careful. There is a big guy on the third floor, followed by the little ones. Brothers and sisters, donkey hooves are ready, ready to greet you at any time.
He picked up the knife and led the way up the stairs to the third floor. I felt nervous and uneasy. There is a big rice dumpling on the third floor?! I held the gun and thought to myself: I don’t know this time, how will modern technology compare to rice dumplings?
What will happen?
The third floor looked like an empty storage room. Here, I saw something familiar, which was a coffin. It was a very ordinary black lacquered coffin, not a stone coffin or an iron coffin.
But what should I say? When everything is abnormal and something normal suddenly appears, you will suddenly find that this normal thing has become abnormal.
Originally, the coffin was supposed to be a black lacquered wooden coffin, but after seeing many stone coffins and iron coffins, I actually had the idea of "Why is this a wooden coffin? There must be a monster when something goes wrong."
Of course, there is something abnormal about this black wooden coffin, that is, this coffin is covered with iron chains. The elder brother's face is solemn and nervous.
There are iron chains wrapped around the coffin. Even a novice tomb robber will understand what is going on. Why is your dog tied with an iron chain for fear of biting? The coffin is wrapped with iron chains, obviously to prevent it.
The things inside came out, but something didn't seem right?
It stands to reason that this ancient building should have been built by these living dead, and these living dead settled here since the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, or at about the same time.
So how long has this coffin been here? It's been a thousand years, but everyone knows that during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, including the pre-Qin Dynasty, the coffins at that time should have a layer of coffin, and it was made of bronze. The coffin inside was sealed in a
environment to be preserved.
But not only does this coffin have no coffin, but the coffin has not rotted after thousands of years? You know, the iron chains on it are already rotten to the point of being broken, and they can be easily broken by hand.
But the coffin is very new.
Could it be that this coffin can be restored to factory settings regularly? That's why it is so complete? I told my elder brother my concerns, and he nodded and said: It's very strange, but I don't feel strange about anything appearing in this place. Pay attention, I want it.
The coffin is opened.
Opening a coffin is a technical job, which is my strength. Because I am retelling this story, and in order to prevent you from imitating it, I will not describe this detail deliberately. In short, because it is obvious that there is a very difficult character in it.
The elder brother opened the coffin very carefully. After a while, he was sweating profusely.
After opening the coffin, I could clearly see through the light of the flashlight that a burst of black mist suddenly filled the coffin. I subconsciously shouted: "Poisonous!" After saying that, I pulled the corners of my clothes and covered my mouth and nose.
The eldest brother breathed a long sigh of relief and said: This is corpse powder. It seems that we are lucky this time. The thing inside has turned into ashes.
I didn't care whether it was ashes or not, so I fired two shots into the coffin first. After waiting for a while and finding no movement, we turned on the flashlight and stretched our heads to see what was in the coffin.
Inside is a skeleton, and the skeleton has turned black. It seems that even the rice dumplings have been reduced to ashes after thousands of years of experience.
The eldest brother picked up the knife and started groping inside. This was a typical technique for touching the underworld. After a while, he took out something black. The eldest brother breathed on it and wiped it carefully with his clothes.
, then handed it to me and said: Third child, do you know this thing?
I took it and saw the origin of this thing at a glance, it was a German Nazi medal!
Holy shit! This one here is still a rice dumpling?!
The elder brother continued to dig out, and came out with a rusty old-fashioned pistol, a broken pocket watch, and finally, he took out a black iron knife coin.
It's not a bronze sword coin, it's made of iron.
I’m so sleepy. Come here first and sleep?? (To be continued)