I carefully walked along the ground step by step, hoping not to step into a pile of corpses. At the same time, I was convinced that this cave was definitely not a serious place. Considering that this place is located in southern Xinjiang, I am afraid it is probably a place in ancient times.
Some evil witch cults and places of collective killing and sacrifice.
Although the cave is huge, it doesn't take too long to walk along the edge. Along the way, I encountered many everyday furniture or craft decorations that looked sparse and ordinary, with nothing noteworthy about them.
The strange thing is that although they all look ordinary, the fishy smell and the weird premonition lingering in my heart are always lingering, especially when I hold them up and look at them carefully, I feel even more like this.
The feeling is getting worse.
Could it be that these furniture were contaminated by the resentment of the living sacrifices before their death, which gave it such an aura? I shook my head, feeling that this reason alone could not convince me.
Only then did I realize that I had gone around in a circle and was back in front of the table. I casually swiped the flashlight over it, but this time, I saw bright red blood on the ground.
"What's going on?" I couldn't help but take three steps back, pointed the flash of my phone at the ground, looked at it carefully for a while, and smelled the smell, and confirmed that the black-red liquid was not only blood, but also very...
It's fresh, obviously it just came out.
Whose blood is this? I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling. Could there be other people or animals here? But the cave was very quiet, and any sound of biological activity could not escape my ears.
I turned the flashlight on the table again to see if I had knocked over any blood container, but then I thought about it. Blood will solidify after being exposed to the air for about five to ten minutes, unless there are some preventive measures.
Otherwise, the blood would have clotted long ago.
Seemingly confirming my conjecture, the blood stains on the ground that were still fresh and flowing quickly became thicker and dried up as I thought about it for a moment, turning into patches of black and red blood residue, proving that not only had it not been protected in any way,
Coagulation treatment is required, and the physical condition of the person bleeding is very poor, and the blood lacks sufficient water.
Could it be blood dripping from the ceiling of the cave? Because of the limited brightness of the flash, I couldn't confirm this conjecture, but at least I didn't hear any dripping sound.
The strange uneasiness surged in my heart became more and more intense. I walked cautiously and step by step towards the center of the cave, wanting to see if there was anything special worth noting.
Facts have proved that I thought too much. All the furnishings in the cave look very normal, even so ordinary that it makes people feel very abnormal. Tables, chairs, benches, bed cabinets, bottles and bowls are all items needed for daily life. Some are relatively simple, but some are not.
The carvings are extremely exquisite, as if someone actually lived in this dark place.
I can’t figure out how someone with a twisted heart would choose to live in such a dark and deep cave. Even a recluse would at least live in a cottage in a place with beautiful mountains, clear water, and sunny weather, right?
Especially the nauseating smell of corpses that surrounds the beams all around hints that this place is definitely not an ordinary residence, and there must be weird secrets hidden behind the seemingly normal furniture.
"Well..."
In the silent darkness, I suddenly heard an unnatural moan coming from behind me, like it was coming from the throat of an old and seriously ill person who was about to die, feeble and desperate.
I shuddered and shuddered, there were other living people here! No matter what his physical condition was, I was definitely not the only one. I don’t know how he came in so quietly that I didn’t notice any movement at all.
"Click rub rub..."
I heard a sound of furniture being dragged. Judging from the timbre, it seemed a bit like wooden tables and chairs.
Could it be that person moving tables and chairs? What kind of situation is this, sneaking into the cave quietly just to steal furniture?
I took out a talisman from my pocket and decided that no matter who the other party was, no matter who it was, I would put one on my forehead first.
"rustle……"
"Bang bang..."
"rub……"
Something was wrong, the sounds of moving furniture were getting louder and louder, and there were more and more types. Countless different sounds poured into my ears at the same time. It seemed that all the furniture in the cave was coming towards me from all directions.
I quickly picked up the flash and scanned the surroundings. It didn't matter if I didn't look. I was so shocked that I almost dropped my phone. There was no one around, only the tables, chairs and benches I had seen before, all of them slowly and spontaneously moved towards me.
Come, as if there is a pair of invisible big hands dragging them.
No, they were not being dragged, but they were actively moving towards me. The table in front was the table I just touched. Its four legs were swinging up and down with difficulty, stepping on the ground.
The soil on the ground was pushed away bit by bit, and like all the other furniture, it surrounded me at a speed that was close to creeping.
And there was actually black and red sticky blood dripping from their bodies, as if it was gradually seeping out from the inside of these furniture, and the faint moans I heard before were getting louder and louder. Needless to think, it was naturally the same.
issued by them.
Is this furniture alive?
My first reaction was that they were some kind of creatures or strange animals, but soon I had a strange idea.
I covered my eyes with my right hand, concentrated on my eyes, and successfully opened the ghost eyes. Although a strong feeling of discomfort swept through my heart the moment the ghost eyes opened, I still boldly took my right hand away and looked at it.
Cast your gaze forward.
My breath almost froze at this moment, suffocating fear and nausea surged into my heart. I saw countless shadowy human figures appearing on the seemingly normal furniture, but they were undoubtedly not dripping with blood, and their limbs were twisted into abnormal shapes.
At a weird angle, his expression was extremely painful, and he kept moaning ferociously.
Until then, I finally figured out what they were. Although it was unbelievable, it was obvious that these so-called "furnitures" were actually living people. I don't know what kind of secret method was used to twist the joints.
The flesh and blood were broken up, and some ordinary materials were added to recast it into its current appearance.
What's even more inhumane is that these "people" who have been turned into furniture are actually not completely dead yet, because those reflected in the ghost's eyes are living souls that cannot leave their bodies, rather than innocent ghosts wandering outside, so the bodies are still alive.
It maintains a certain level of activity and will still bleed after being bruised by me.
In other words, the initiator of this tragedy deliberately made living people into such objects, and used certain spells to restrain the souls to ensure that they could not die completely before their bodies dried up completely. They could only endure the dislocation of muscles and bones and the reverse flow of blood.
The pain, living in this endless dark void year after year.