Chapter 40: The Palace Sand (Part 1)

A thought came to my mind "python bone"? The skull is very similar to the python. I can't figure out what it is for. What python should be stored so precious? I heard that snakes can soak wine. Can python bones also soak wine? We held the candle head and saw it from the top and bottom. As soon as we saw the tail bone, it immediately understood that it was the bone of the brocade-scaled frog. This is much larger than what we met in the crematorium. It seems that there were at least two Hundred Eye Caves. The one that fell into the crematorium was considered unlucky. The venomous snake venom is actually the most afraid of oil smoke. It is a matter of time before it dies in the furnace. I originally planned that if we could survive this level, we would collect the corpse and bones for the poisonous frog. It is extremely valuable and can be exchanged for foreign currency. It is a huge contribution to supporting the world revolution. If it can be compared with the loss of cattle shepherd, perhaps Lao Sheepskin and Ding Sitian would not be criticized.

The fat man asked me if the antidote wine was soaked? I shook my head and said, "The creatures in the world all overcome one thing. I haven't heard that they can overcome themselves. The stings cannot be used to relieve toxicity. This should be common sense..." I said these words, and my heart seemed to sink into the bottom of the sea. I couldn't help but raise my hand and touched the glass bottle containing stings. Unexpectedly, the candlelight shone on my hands, and the back of my hands was covered with fine rashes. The fat man hurriedly raised his hand and looked at it. Just like my situation, we were immediately felt like we were drenched in a basin of snow water. This was probably poisoned by corpse ginseng.

But before we were too sad, we found that in the trance of the candle head, the two palms we raised reflected the shadow of three palms in the glass bottle. I thought it was because of the reflection of the glass, but there seemed to be something strange. So we pressed the fat man's hand down. Behind the glass wall in front of us, there was a shadow of the palm, which was still motionless. The fat man and I couldn't help but step back half a step back. There was a dead man in the storage cabinet that stretched out his palm to us? Or... someone behind us imitated our movements? I hurriedly turned back and looked back, and there was no abnormality. The fat man raised his hand again and shook it at the glass. The shadow of the palm on the bottle was still motionless, and there seemed to be a dead man in the storage bottle of the fur.

I leaned out and walked around the bone storage bottle to see why there were dead bodies in the bottle. At this time, the fat man suddenly patted me behind me: "Stop looking for it, that little hand seems to be in the cabinet."

I turned to look at the fat man. He held the candle and raised his hand to point at the surprisingly large specimen storage cabinet. I looked in the direction he pointed. Although the candlelight was dazed and the inside of the huge specimen storage cabinet was very blurred in the faint light, at our angle, you can indeed see a palm with five fingers stretched out, supporting it in a thick glass container. The fat man and I looked at each other and asked each other in unison: "Is there a dead specimen in the cabinet?"

This large storage cabinet is too big, just like a small closed container, which contains various complete animal specimens. I can roughly see the outer layer, including the white bones of the brocade scattered frogs, all seem to be poisonous. I don’t know how these things are classified, but the human body is non-toxic, so why should we put the specimens of dead corpses together with these poisonous insects and beasts? Is it to cultivate corpse poison? This seems unreasonable, so we subconsciously asked each other, who should we ask? Ask ghosts? Anyway, it is impossible for us four living people to know the answer.

The glass container deep inside was not reachable outside. I hesitated for a moment, then took the candle head from the fat man's hand and planned to go in and see what happened. The fat man advised me: "What is the use of a dead person to us? Let's look elsewhere quickly. Maybe we can find a mother claw nearby, so our close comrades may be able to save..."

We have heard that the pineapple is a variant of the pineapple. There are hundreds of males and one female. The pineapple is very rare. The females with black winds that can produce black winds are even rare. Legend has it that the females are not poisonous, and the brain marrow and bones in the skull can relieve the poison of the males. If a female can be found, it will definitely save Ding Sitian. However, this 100-eye cave does not produce pineapple. I want to find the creature whose origin is almost extinct, and I don’t even have a chance to 1 in billions of times. I used an adjective popular at that time to describe the concept of a fat man - a new fairy tale.

But I also had a little fantasy about that one-in-a-million opportunity. If the Japanese devils got the female in the brocade fringe and made it into a specimen and stored it, this possibility is not without it. So I plan to not give up on hope and search every corner of this storage cabinet. In short, I will not give up until the Yellow River, and I will not cry until I see the coffin.

So I said to the fat man, "Go in and take a look first." After that, I lowered my head and crawled into the huge specimen storage cabinet. Since all the jars were strange poisons, I dared to take it lightly, for fear of breaking a bottle. I rubbed it slowly in carefully. There was a smell similar to malaria in it, so spicy that tears flowed. I didn't dare to breathe. I closed my breath and leaned into the glass container. The bottle was full of dark yellow liquid. Because there were more impurities in the fluid, I could only see one hand pressed on the wall of the bottle from inside. The hand was much smaller than the adult hand. The palm of the child, who was nearly seven or eight years old, seemed to have a layer of transparent plastic film on his palm.

I thought to myself: "I heard that poisonous fetus and poisonous placenta are poisonous Zihe Cart and other poisonous ones, which can be made into poisons and harmed people. The storage cabinet is full of poisonous substances, and it is not surprising if there is a poisonous fetus. But from this palm, the bottle is neither an adult nor a fetus, but a child under ten years old. Could it be that the poisonous fetus is swollen by the potion?"

I didn't care about thinking carefully. When I saw that it was just a corpse soaked in potion, I stopped wasting time on it and wanted to turn around and search elsewhere. But just as I was about to turn around and go deeper into the storage cabinet, I saw something at a glance. With the light of the candle, I could see the hand behind the wall of the glass container. Although it was exactly the same as a human hand, there was no palm print. There was a small red dot between each finger. It seemed like a flash in my mind. Why didn't the fuck expect this?
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