"I don't know you. I just think you look like my third uncle. His hair... is also quite white." I don't know why I said that. I just felt that the cold eyes of the white-haired man made me feel scared. I couldn't help it.
Getting involved with him, I thought to myself.
Without waiting for the answer he wanted, the white-haired man lost interest in me. He stood in front of the mummy and said coldly: "I'll give you a chance, where is the hole?" The mummy didn't seem to hear it, lowering its head and continuing to tremble.
The white-haired man snorted coldly: "I will only give you one chance." After a pause, his tone dropped to freezing point when he spoke again: "People can be reincarnated after death. You are a living corpse. If you die again, you will be wiped out. The real person will never be reincarnated.
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Hearing these words, the mummy trembled all over. He raised his head to look at the white-haired man and then lowered his head weakly. He raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the human head tower. The white-haired man glanced in the direction the mummy pointed:
"Thank you." Then he raised his leg and kicked the mummy's head hard. With a "Bang!" sound, the mummy's head was kicked to pieces by the white-haired man. We spent a lot of effort in the darkroom to solve it.
The mummy was unable to fight back at the feet of the white-haired man. Although this guy's character is still open to question...
"Didn't you say give it a chance?" Song Er was stunned again. For a moment, there was silence all around. Everyone (except the white-haired man) looked at Song Er with helpless eyes, especially Lao Wang.
, looking at his posture, I wish I could sew his mouth shut with a needle. Will I die if I try to speak again depending on the occasion?
The white-haired man did not have a fit, but looked at Song Chunlei coldly. The second idiot was still unconvinced and wanted to speak, but Lao Wang stopped him: "Song Chunlei, shut your mouth! Who are you speaking for? That monster is your relative.
?" After saying that, he said to the white-haired man: "Don't be offended. This kid has taken too many cold medicines. Don't be the same as him." After saying this, Lao Wang paused and looked at the white-haired man's hair and hesitated.
After a while, she asked what to call him: "...Friend, I still don't know what to call you."
The white-haired man acted as if he hadn't heard Lao Wang's words and left him alone. He walked directly to the front of the human-headed tower, and after turning around, the white-haired man suddenly reached out and piled the human-headed tower onto it. There was no warning for this.
His behavior startled me, and I thought something had possessed him in the Tower of Human Heads.
Hundreds of dried human heads were rolling around on the ground. The scene shocked even the nonchalant Song Er. He took a few steps back to avoid the heads that rolled to his feet.
There is something in the Tower of Human Heads! The white-haired man pulled out a golden skull from the collapsed Tower of Human Heads. I could see clearly that there was a series of symbols painted with similar red paint on the top of the skull, but I didn’t recognize the specific symbols.
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The white-haired man's expression looked very solemn. He did not shy away from us. He knelt on the ground with one leg in front of us, bit his index finger, and drew a pattern on the ground with his own blood. Lao Wang and the others did not recognize it.
It didn't look strange to me. He was drawing a talisman! The old bald man who taught me how to wash my hair with black dog blood often drew such talismans on yellow paper. Although the talismans they drew were not exactly alike, they were different.
The artistic conception is still the same.
After finishing the last stroke, the white-haired man placed the golden skull in the middle of the spell. He dropped a few drops of blood from his fingertips on the skull and muttered something. Although he couldn't understand what he said, he was sweating profusely.
From the look on his face, he knew that this matter was no small matter.
After reciting the last syllable, the white-haired man had a dagger in his hand, aiming it at the center of the skull's skull and stabbing it. I thought there would be no suspense, the dagger must have smashed the skull. Unexpectedly
With a "clang" sound, the white-haired man's arm was bounced up, and the dagger in his hand was still hanging in the air.
After missing a hit, the expression on the white-haired man's face turned tragic. He gritted his teeth and smeared the blood on the blade of his index finger, then bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the skull. He shouted: "Open!"
Hold the dagger with both hands and insert it directly into the top of the skull.
This time there was no sound, the dagger plunged straight into the end, and the skull was torn apart. Before I could understand, a shrill cry suddenly sounded in the hall. This sound seemed to be cried by thousands of people, miserable and tragic.
strong.
I was so frightened that Lao Wang and the others were still staring at the white-haired man as if nothing had happened. Only the fat man looked frightened, and the fat at the corners of his eyes trembled from time to time. He looked at everyone and said with a trembling voice:
"Didn't you hear?"
Lao Wang looked away from the white-haired man: "What did you hear? Is there anything wrong?"
The fat man started to go crazy: "There are thousands of 'things' howling! Can't you hear it?" Lao Wang and Liu Jingsheng listened carefully for a while and tilted their heads: "No, is it your hallucination?"
"It's not his hallucination." I finally couldn't help it anymore: "I heard it too, it was crying...many people were crying."
"Impossible, Lazi, why can't I hear anything?" Lao Wang pricked up his ears, but still found nothing.
The white-haired man moved his eyes away from the fragments of the golden skull, glanced at me and the fat man, and said coldly: "You two have tinnitus, take a breath and hold it for a minute and it will be fine."
Is it true? The fat man and I looked at each other, and the thousands of cries sounded really real. Could such a big scene have tinnitus? Let’s treat a dead horse as a live doctor. We both took a deep breath at the same time and held it back.
One minute.
As soon as the hands on the watch passed one minute, the fat man blew out a breath, opened his mouth wide and tried to pour air back and forth into his mouth. His chubby face was already purple with suffocation: "It's suffocating me to death! I almost lost my breath."
Come up here, how are you? Are you okay?" the fat man said to me.
"Don't compare our special forces with you, it's only for one minute. It's no big deal. You can hold it in for another three, five, or seven minutes." Although my physical performance in the team is always at the bottom, compared with the fat man, my lung capacity exceeds
He is not an idiot. For a moment, I felt a vague sense of accomplishment...
"Just blow it." The fat man curled his lips and suddenly changed his expression: "Huh? You really can't hear anything. Was your tinnitus just now?" The surprise on his face could not be expressed in words.
Although it was unbelievable, the heart-wrenching cry just now was really no longer audible. At first, I could still hear a few cries faintly. When I blew out the breath that I had held in my lungs, I took a few fresh breaths repeatedly.
After the air was released, the miserable sound could no longer be heard at all.
I couldn't hear the crying anymore, but I didn't believe it was tinnitus just now. Looking at the white-haired man who was picking up the skull fragments, I guess it was probably his hands and feet.
Lao Wang was standing nearby and had been observing the white-haired man. At this time, he finally couldn't help but walked to him and said: "Friend, I am a soldier. I am used to being outspoken. If I say something wrong, don't worry about it. Some
Don't say it quickly, just tell me what's going on here if it's convenient. I don't dare to tell you and I'll report it, at least let us know."
The white-haired man had already packed up the last piece of debris and looked at Lao Wang for a while: "Do you really want to know? You might regret it if you know too much." "I will regret it more if you don't tell me," Lao Wang said firmly.
"Haha" the white-haired man gave a rare laugh and said in a different tone: "This is the altar of the ancient Dian Kingdom two thousand years ago. After every war in the ancient Dian Kingdom, the prisoners of war would be gathered here. After Autumn,
When offering sacrifices to heaven, kill all the prisoners of war together to offer sacrifices to heaven. Right there." The white-haired man pointed to the direction of the pool at the entrance of the hall: "First drain the blood in the blood pool, then chop off the heads and make a human head tower.
Place them around the altar.”
"You said the dark thing in the pool is blood? It has not solidified and evaporated after two thousand years?" I interjected.
The white-haired man glanced at me: "There is a lot of mercury in the pool, and when mixed with human blood, it will naturally not volatilize."
The fat man shook his head after hearing this: "Do you need to explain it in such detail? It's like you saw it with your own eyes."
The white-haired man ignored the fat man and continued: "The living corpses you met before were the sacrifices here. They all committed suicide and died for the country when the ancient Dian Kingdom was destroyed. These priests cared about life and death before they were alive, and indulged in happiness. They were worried about their souls after death.
They will fall into hell and never be reincarnated. So before they die, they use the witchcraft of the ancient Dian Kingdom on themselves so that their souls will not leave their bodies after death, that is, they will become living dead."
This kind of witchcraft can be regarded as going against heaven, but it has two fatal flaws. Every once in a while, they need to absorb the vitality of living people to maintain the operation of their bodies. Otherwise, even if their souls are immortal, their bodies will decay.
Turned into dust. So for so many years, this group of priests have continued to instruct their descendants living outside to trick living people in so that they can absorb life."
"What about the second fatal flaw?" Fatty asked with emphasis.
"The second shortcoming is that these living corpses can only die once. If they die again, their souls will really disappear and turn into nothingness."
After Lao Wang stared at the white-haired man, he asked: "Isn't this your first time here? It seems that those living corpses have seen you before."
The white-haired man had no intention of answering his question: "This has nothing to do with you, it is my private matter."
Lao Wang looked at the white-haired man without saying anything for a long time. I coughed a few times to signal that he didn't respond. With no choice but to ask the white-haired man himself: "Since you can come in, you can also take us out. At least you can take us out.
We have to open that wall and go back by ourselves."
The white-haired man shook his head: "The ghost door is the entrance door. Once it is closed, it can only be opened from the outside. Now if you want to go out, you can only use the living door in front." His words were the same as what the dead ghost Mott said. But the inside is the least.
There are still three living zombies. Just now, due to luck and the small space in the darkroom, one of them was killed. If three or more living zombies rush out, the best result is that they all die together.
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