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The fat man frowned fiercely and shouted through his teeth: "Damn it, the dog's mouth is so disgusting."

Indeed, the horror of what was in the coffin was absolutely terrifying to the extreme, but when it suddenly came into view, we only felt extremely sick.

The small coffin was filled with corpses. The corpses were so bloody that they seemed to have been put in shortly after they were chopped off. They were not ordinary severed limbs, but a person's body that had been cut into pieces with sharp tools.

The state formed after being about the size of a palm. The top one is a head that has been chopped into four or five pieces. The brain matter and brain fluid are still slowly sliding down the skull, as if the person is not completely dead.

The severed hands and feet inside were definitely not left by one person. Just by looking at them, I could find some parts of the bodies of two people. And just when we looked at these things and were so horrified that we didn’t know what to do,

Suddenly, the corpses in front of me shook violently.

The fat man quickly took out the gun and was about to pull the trigger, but was stopped by Peanut.

"etc."

After Peanut finished speaking, I saw a dark thing coming out of the rocks.

"Damn, what is that?" I whispered.

Then, the thing opened up the broken corpses covering it and crawled up from underneath. Only then did we see that it was a completely black mouse with only its tail and nose still flesh-colored.

Even though it was just a mouse, I was really shocked. This guy was almost half a meter long. It didn’t seem to be afraid at all when it saw the three of us. This big mouse even had something in its mouth.

It had a broken finger and was covered in blood. It turned its head and stared at us, a pair of bizarrely large eyes that seemed to be filled with malice.

The fat man was still planning to catch it, but Peanut told him not to act rashly, so the three of them were in a stalemate with the big rat. But not long after, it suddenly turned around and headed towards the gap between the coffin and the secret compartment.

I got in. The place was very different from the size of this mouse, but the big mouse just got in without any difficulty at all.

"Fuck, I think the broken corpses in this box are still fresh. Could it be..." Fatty glanced at us, "Could they be the three people Professor Chen mentioned?"

I frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

If those three people were shot here, I wouldn't be surprised how they died tragically. However, they were cut into pieces and put into a coffin under a stone couch weighing several hundred kilograms.

, Hiss... Would it be so troublesome if the rice dumplings or ghosts killed people?

Looking at the scene in front of me carefully, no matter how I thought about it, I felt that this was like killing people and hiding their bodies, and the only people who could do this were humans.

I couldn't help but shudder when I thought about it, thinking that if those three people were killed by someone else, things would be complicated.

After I expressed my thoughts, the fat man also frowned.

"It's hard to say. Maybe this group of people had a disagreement on some things. These three unlucky guys insisted on coming in, so they were killed. However, it took a lot of effort to make the corpses like this.

The thing is, saying this is hiding a corpse, I always think it’s a bit too troublesome.”

"It's not certain whether there are three people. Don't draw any conclusions yet." Peanut said, "I don't think things are that simple."

The fat man clicked his tongue and said, "It's not difficult to figure it out. Let's take out the body parts and piece them together to see if they are three people. We will definitely not be able to tell who these people are if we stare at them like this."

But there might be clothes from their archaeological team underneath."

I just thought that what the fat man said was a joke. These corpses were chopped into palm-sized pieces. It was not easy to put them back together, let alone there were more than one.

Besides, the scene of playing with other people's corpses in this gloomy ancient tomb is probably quite discouraging. If someone over there suddenly comes over and sees the three of us squatting around a pile of broken corpses, they might be frightened.

die.

But I also feel that the pile of broken corpses there must have been deliberately done by someone. So, what is his purpose in doing this?

Don’t you want people to find out? Do you have a habit of storing broken corpses? Or is there a deep hatred between the deceased and the person who dismembered the corpses?

The three people were discussing there, and suddenly, Fatty and Peanut stopped talking.

Their expressions startled me, but then the two of them looked at each other, and the fat man then said: "There is something in the coffin."

"Ah?" I was stunned for a moment, then looked at the pile of broken corpses in the coffin, "Things? Apart from severed hands and feet, what else could be in there..."

At this point, a sudden inspiration flashed in my mind, and I immediately understood what Fat Man and Peanut meant.

As the fat man said, it is definitely a very laborious task to cut several people into pieces and then throw them into a coffin. But since that person did this, there must be someone who is very important to him.

Important reasons.

Before, we only noticed these body parts, but ignored the coffin and its original purpose.

The person who created these horrific scenes probably wanted to use these body parts to cover up something underneath.

Thinking about it, I started to sweat on my back.

I estimate that the body parts in the coffin were put in a day or two ago at most, and within a radius of more than ten miles, there were only those archaeological team members during this period. Therefore, the only ones who can do these things are archaeologists.

People on the team.

Subconsciously, I looked back. The fat man knew what I was thinking, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic, let's find out what's going on in the coffin first, and then decide whether to continue going down with these people."

"The corpses are piled up like that, how can you find them clearly? You can't..." As soon as I said this, my heart skipped a beat, "Damn it, are you trying to..."

The fat man smiled at me, "What's a corpse? It's just a pile of meat after death. I can't control that much, Fatty."

"But..." I thought about putting my hand into the pile of sticky corpses, and immediately felt that my whole body began to feel numb and weak. "Don't you fucking find it disgusting, Wan, Wan

What should I do if I get infected with any kind of corpse poison or germ?"

"Tsk." The fat man rolled his eyes at me, "I asked you, can you be more reliable? You can even say things like I'm fucking germs. I think you're more bitter than those two stupid brothers. You're really fighting.

You're afraid of these damn artifacts, so just go and cool down."

After saying that, the fat man knelt on the edge of the secret compartment. He first estimated the height of the coffin, then rolled up his short sleeves to his shoulders, and then reached out his hand inside.

"Don't worry yet." Peanut said suddenly.

"What? Brother, do you think you are embarrassed?" The fat man suddenly felt a little proud, as if he thought he had finally found a place that was better than peanuts.

Peanut did not answer, but took out a small bottle from his backpack.

"There's nothing to be afraid of in the corpse. It's just that we don't know what's inside yet, so we should be more careful." After saying that, Peanut unscrewed the cap of the bottle, then put the mouth of the bottle on the fat man's shoulder and poured it down.

.I immediately saw a black liquid flowing on the fat man’s arm.

"What is this...um..." As soon as I stepped forward, a stench rushed into my nostrils, making me almost spit it out. The smell was almost worse than a coffin.

The smell of corpses inside is disgusting.

The fat man was slightly surprised, "Damn it, lama oil. Brother, where did you get such a good thing?"

Peanut just smiled, then closed the bottle cap, and wiped the black water evenly on the fat man's arm.

Later I found out that what the fat man called lama oil was a sacred object recognized in the tomb robbing industry to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts. To put it bluntly, it was actually a kind of corpse oil.

It is said that the corpse from which this kind of corpse oil can be obtained must be a monk or lama in the temple, and must have lived to be over ninety years old and died without any illness.

In addition, a more stringent condition is that those monks or lamas must never see a woman in their lives. Most of the monks in the Central Plains have extensive contact with the outside world. Don't tell them to see women, just like women.

Not a few either.

Of course, the lamas in the Western Regions are no different from the monks in the Central Plains in this regard. Therefore, those who meet the conditions for lama oil are mostly ascetics, and there were many in ancient times. At that time, they were still called "Bodhi Blood". But more recently

In 2000, it was rumored that the only place where such a thing could be obtained was in Tibet, so people in the industry changed the Bodhi blood to Lama oil.

The key to whether this lama oil is real is the smell. The smellier it is, the more real it is.
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