All the things presented in front of us seem to be a staircase that continues to extend downward, one after another, tempting us towards the bottomless abyss. The ghost signals coming from the forest at night, the wreckage of the U.S. Air Force C-type transport aircraft above the tree canopy,
Then there was the jade coffin under the plane, the old man's body in the coffin, and the skinned python. The red flesh lines on its body grew to the bottom of the coffin, and the coffin made of that special wormwood
The bottom is like a thick layer of soft gum. Even if the red flesh line passes through it, not a drop of the fluid in the jade coffin will leak out.
Below is a large hole in the body of the old banyan tree, filled with countless human mummies of animals. Without exception, these mummies are all entangled with red flesh-like thin threads growing out of the jade coffin. These red linear flesh holes will eventually disappear.
Plunging into the mouths of animal and human corpses, it seems that through these tentacle-like meat threads, their blood is sucked dry, and then transmitted to the jade coffin, so there is so much fluid accumulation in the jade coffin.
The embalming fluid formed through this conversion uses fresh blood as a supply to maintain the freshness and incorruptibility of the corpse in the coffin.
The topmost skeleton in the tree cave is that of a pilot wearing a fur-collared air force jacket. Although he has long since become a withered skeleton, he still maintains the posture at the moment of death. One hand poked out from under the jade coffin.
We saw the bones of the hand holding the double-head clamp earlier. He seemed to be pulled into the tree hole by those red flesh threads. At the last moment of his life, he continued to struggle, and one hand just grabbed the jade coffin.
The tree trunk below, but he could only stop here. When he reached out his hand from the rotten tree, the blood-sucking red flesh had already penetrated into his mouth, nose and ears.
All this is obvious. This is the accompanying mausoleum of King Xian's tomb, where a high priest of King Xian is buried. He used the magic of evil to skin a python and put it together with his body in a jade coffin.
Since the two old trees are covered with parasitic plants, they are a relatively independent ecosystem in themselves. Many animals nearby have become fertilizer for this jade coffin.
This unintentional discovery is very important. It not only allows us to further confirm the possibility of the existence of Muchen beads in the tomb of King Xian, but also allows us to directly confirm the location of the main tomb built in the water dragon halo through this accompanying tomb.
Although the old couple's tree at the foot of Zhelong Mountain is not in Feng Shui position, it can be inferred that it is a rotten bone from the water dragon that buried King Xian. The so-called rotten bone means that yin does not interact with yang, yang is not as strong as yin, the boundary is unclear, and the form
Fuzzy, the Qi pulses are scattered and not gathered, and the two Qi of Yin and Yang are respectively said that the Qi flowing underground is Yin, and the Qi pulses overflowing on the surface are Yang. The moisture and heat in the jungle are extremely hot, and the difference between the above ground and underground is not obvious, which is called
The yin and yang are unknown. It is said that the earth's energy flow is endless and there is no living water to intercept it. Burying here will not be able to bless future generations. It can only disintegrate the corpse and let the bones rot, so it is called a burial with rotten bones.
However, this method of using trees as tombs has changed the structure of this place. There are also pythons in the coffin that plunder the blood marrow of surrounding creatures, completely maintaining the body from decaying. It can be seen that the high priest was also a person during his lifetime.
An expert who is proficient in the art of yin and yang, this weird and completely unconventional method is not something ordinary people can think of.
If the U.S. Air Force's C-type transport plane hadn't cracked the tree and exposed the jade coffin, who would have thought that the tree was a natural coffin with a coffin inside. This can only be attributed to
As fate would have it, it was time for us to hit him.
But there is only one thing left in the end. It is difficult to understand. If this jade coffin can kill nearby creatures, and there are countless resentful souls gathered in these two old banyan trees, then why have we never been attacked.
The fat man held the deerskin bag containing four or five sacrificial vessels and said with great satisfaction: Old Hu, I think you are frightened by the enemy. No matter what he does with so many things, if you follow me, I will burn this ghost tree with fire.
To be clean, come up with a three-light policy, burn them all, kill them all, and rob them all.
I looked more carefully, trying to find some clues such as text and graphics in the jade coffin, and finally I saw the inside of the lid of the jade coffin that was placed aside. There were also many sun, moon, stars, humans and animals, and various strange markings on it.
After looking at it for a moment, he immediately reacted and asked us: What is the lunar calendar today? Regardless of whether this python is transformed by a resentful spirit or not, it is at least a latent fungus parasitized by acanthus and flesh maggots, similar to man-eating grass.
, is not active all the time. Like most animals in the forest, it sleeps at night and is active during the day to borrow food. It is the most active period around the 15th day of the lunar calendar every month.
The fat man counted with his fingers: It's the first day of the lunar month, fifteen, fifteen or twenty. Today is in the teens. I really can't remember. But I remember that the moon last night was so big, round and red.
At this time, the sky was thick with lead clouds, but the thunder had stopped, and there was silence in the woods. It seemed that only the breathing and heartbeats of the three of us were left. As soon as the fat man finished speaking, we thought at the same time that the moon was so bright last night, and even if it wasn't today
The fifteenth day of the lunar calendar is also the sixteenth day.
Suddenly he pulled out his paratrooper knife, pointed behind me and shouted: Be careful behind you.
Before I could turn around, I slashed the mountaineering pick in my hand backwards. Suddenly, three red lines that had stretched out to my body were cut into six sections on the tree. Black-red liquid immediately flowed out from the cut places, and three sections were cut.
The short one fell on the crown of the tree and then withered and shrank. The other three sections that came out of the tree hole healed immediately and rolled over separately.
I took advantage of the situation and looked down, and saw countless red flesh lines moving slowly on the entire tree, which had cut off our retreat. I didn't expect that there were actually red flesh infestations parasitic from the jade coffin to the old tree.
There were so many, like thin red water veins, suddenly popping up from the tree hole, and the fat man was using the instruments in his hands to cut off countless squirming red flesh.
However, no matter how hard I hit them, there seemed to be more and more of those earthworm-like fleshy cysts. After cutting off one of them, three of them came out. The ones that came out from the depths of the tree hole were much thicker than the previous ones, like bloody roundworms, and they kept coming.
It was twisting and squirming closer, making it so disgusting that it made you want to vomit.
The space on the tree canopy is limited and there is no room for maneuver. If you miss the mark, you don't have to worry about falling to death even though there is a safety rope, but once you are suspended from the tree, you will immediately be taken advantage of by these red pythons.
Entering through the void and burrowing into the seven orifices of the human body, the extremely painful way of death is probably comparable to the feeling of being pupated alive.
At this moment, she was forced to the end of a section of treetops. Because the treetops were thin, they could break at any time, so I could only hold them up with a paratrooper knife. Seeing that she was alone and about to be in danger, I wanted to rush over to meet her, but I couldn't.
It was hard to get away. The fat man on the other side was too busy to take care of himself. I was so anxious that I wanted to use my Chicago typewriter to shoot over to help her out, but I was afraid of breaking the branch and causing her to fall too. I was helpless and had to shout to the fat man to go and save her.
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Hearing us yelling on the other side, he glanced over to our side in his busy schedule and shouted: I'll jump down and get the propane squirt bottle and burn the tree.
Climb down the tree.
I was shocked. How could a tree over 20 meters high be jumped at will? The safety rope was only halfway from the crown of the tree, and if I jumped to the other half, I would be lame and lose my arms and legs even if I didn't fall to death. I hurriedly said to him: "You are so scared."
Oh, are you looking for death if you jump so high? Don't do stupid things. Don't just show your individual heroism as Americans. The collective strength is the greatest. Just hold on, we will come over to help you.
But the fat man fanned the flames and shouted: Jump down and you will melt into the blue sky.
Without saying any more words, I cut the safety rope around my waist with my paratrooper knife and jumped out of the tree. My eyes widened when I saw it, and my heart seemed to follow me from a height of more than 20 meters.
fell down.
The fat man also opened his mouth wide: Damn, you really dare to jump, the Americans are so playful. He was in the air, already holding the gold steel umbrella in his hand, like a parachute, slowly falling in the air.
If it weren't for the strength of the gold steel umbrella, it would have been turned into a morning glory by the airflow hitting from below if it had been replaced by an ordinary umbrella. Unexpectedly, the soldier's dangerous move was successful.
However, we were a little too happy. Just after we landed at a height of seven or eight meters, a thick vine suddenly stretched out from the body of the old banyan tree. I could see clearly from the top of the tree that there were several red vines attached to it.
On the cane.
The vine directly wrapped around her and entangled her in mid-air. Faced with this sudden attack, she had no choice but to use the penetrating awl on the top of the gold steel umbrella to poke the vine.
The great thing about these red fleshy scabs growing out of python corpses is that there are so many of them, and like giant earthworms, they can continue to survive even if they are cut into several pieces. There is no place to start. I have already been dotted with scabies.
A lot of juice was splashed on it, and it smelled bitter and smelly, but it didn't seem to be poisonous. Otherwise, if it was stained all over, it would have been poisoned to death.
All I smelled in my nose was a bitter smell, and I suddenly thought that such dark red sap might be from those people and animals who died in the old banyan tree. Those red flesh lines, like blood vessels, were used to kill snakes.
Seven inches, capture the thief first, capture the king first, why not try to smash the jade coffin directly, continuing to fight on the tree is not an option after all, otherwise after a long time, if your hands are a little slack, you will be entangled and you will be finished.
, today I have been risking my life for a long time.
I asked the fat man to cover me for a while, then I raised the Thompson submachine gun in my hand and fired at the jade coffin in the tree. The powerful American submachine gun immediately smashed the jade coffin into a sieve, and all the blood in the coffin leaked out.
A clean one.
As the last blood in the jade coffin flowed cleanly, the squirming red threads of the python, as if their souls had been suddenly sucked out, fell one after another, and soon became dry and shrunken.
She also fell to the ground from mid-air. Because she grabbed the old vine, she was not injured. She was just frightened and her face was slightly pale. Fatty and I hurriedly got down from the tree. The three of us calmed down after a while.
This encounter, which happened so easily, lasted only a few minutes, but from our perspective, it seemed intense and long.
I was about to speak to the fat man when suddenly the whole ground shook violently. Two old banyan trees kept vibrating, and the roots under the trees were pulled out. The sound of breaking roots was heard constantly, as if there was some huge animal under the tree.
To break out of the ground, the entire 2,000-year-old tree, including its roots, was lifted up. The thunder in the sky became more violent, and wisps of black smoke came out of the cracked holes in the ground. Black smoke.
The ground cracked, forming a vortex with the old tree as the center, surrounding us. Book Alliance
Chapter completed!