I saw that at the foot of the fat man, less than three meters away from me, there were strange corpses lying everywhere at the sight. The clothes on these corpses were rotten. Occasionally, some rags or rusty armor could be seen, with hair loose, covering the whole body, but their dead shape and face shape were very strange, with their mouths wide open, and their faces were rectangular faces, which were not the faces that normal people should have, either human or horse faces. When they looked down, they seemed to be looking at me.

This scene was really terrifying. No wonder even the fat man couldn't help but exhale. I looked at these corpses and felt a little creepy at first. After a moment, I felt at ease when I thought of the fact that the No. 1 Brother Mo Yu was there, and subconsciously thought that although it was terrifying, nothing big happened.

At this time, the fat man swallowed and said: Naive, do you think these corpses are too similar to Yin soldiers?

I said: You can say this, it was carved from the same mold, but the Yin soldiers here were not wearing clothes. After I said that, my heart moved and remembered the mural I had seen before. There were indeed some people in the mural that looked like Yin soldiers. Finally, they carried the coffin and entered the eighteenth floor of hell. Could it be that those who never came up again after going down were the corpses of my feet.

In this way, I can understand that this was probably buried for the tomb owner. After the coffin was placed, it was brutally killed. Of course, perhaps it was because of poisons being taken in advance. In short, in that era, it was not uncommon for living people to be buried with them. Even a little richer family would buy some poor children to be buried with them, let alone the rulers of a country.

Thinking of this, I became more calm. What humans fear is often unknown. Before, because of the suggestion of the mural, I always felt that what was waiting for me under the cave would be very evil. But now when I saw the corpse, I thought it was just a burial, but I didn’t feel afraid. So I said to the fat man: Go down quickly and let’s go and take a look.

Soon we went down to the cave and stood in the pile of corpses. I was about to walk forward for a while, when the oil bottle suddenly reached out and stopped me, saying: Don't move. These two words are almost my fatal hole. As long as it is in the bucket, I have formed a conditioned reflex and my body immediately became stiff. My feet that were stepping out were hanging in the air and I didn't step on it.

I was about to ask the oil bottle if there is any mechanism under my feet. The fat man slapped me on the back of the head and cursed: Fat man thought you have grown up, why are you still so irritable? You forgot how the stone jumped just now?

I was staggered by him, and then I realized that the structure of this underground cave had not been clearly understood. If I took two more steps forward, I might encounter a rebound in the airflow. That kind of force would probably throw me onto the stone wall and smash it.

I quickly took a step back, pressed my back against the stone wall, and then slowly observed the surrounding environment with a flashlight. Except for the stone wall behind us, wherever the light in front of us was all corpses, which were five meters away. I felt something was wrong. If there was also airflow below, these corpses would be at most a row, not stacked three or four layers. So I walked forward carefully two steps forward, probably exceeding three meters away, and was about to laugh at the fat man's timidity, but when I turned around, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Fatty and the Bottle Man disappeared

I blinked and thought these two guys were walking around somewhere else, so I quickly swept around with the flashlight. When I saw it, I felt creepy. The limited lighting range of the flashlight in my hand was five meters, and the dizzy light was about three meters, which means that the visible range was about eight meters. But I swept the flashlight all the way around and didn't see the fat guys. On the contrary, I only saw densely arranged corpses.

Under the light of the flashlight, these long-haired corpses could only see the strange horse faces, like distorted forbidden women, emitting an aura in the air.

The two of them were behind me at the time. I had only walked about three meters away. How could they suddenly disappear?

After a chill, I tried to ignore the surrounding corpses, patted my cheeks, and calmed myself down. Then, I analyzed that the Mujiu Bottle and the Fatty Man could not disappear. First, the time was too short, even if I was assassinated by Zongzi, I would have to scream. What's more, with the Mujiu Bottle, the chance of being assassinated by Zongzi is too small. Second, the distance is not right. Even if the fat man walks away by himself, it is impossible for him to walk out of eight meters quietly in a moment. Then the only possibility now is that I have encountered a ghost hitting a wall again.

I have experience in this matter. After reaching this conclusion, I didn't feel panic. But there are so many corpses at the moment, and I can't find out which kind of soft rice dumpling is. If I keep doing this, I'm afraid I'll be trapped to death.

I wonder if the menoil bottle and the others were also in the same situation.

There are not many things left on me now, a flashlight and a dagger. Apart from that, I really have nothing. In this case, it is really difficult to find the rice dumpling. I stood there for a long time, but in the end I couldn't figure out a way, so I had to grit my teeth and a bold idea came to my mind.

Zongzi is divided into hard zongzi and soft zongzi. Most of the hard zongzi are disturbed by the yang energy of living people, so the corpse is aroused. Most of the soft zongzi are the last breath of yang energy before death, so the ghosts do not dissipate. So I thought for a long time and came up with a solution, which is to defuse these zongzi.

Defying the rice dumplings is the same as pinching the throat of the rice dumplings with the oil bottle. I don’t believe it, I can’t escape.

However, there are two possibilities for doing this. The first is that I am lucky and killed the Zongzi directly. The second is that I am badly lucky. Zongzi was forced to make me anxious and appeared directly. I still remember the big-headed corpse fetus in Changbai Mountain. It was extremely fierce. If Aning's group of people hadn't had enough firepower at that time, they would probably have planted a disaster.

But although there are risks at the moment, it is the only way I can come up with. I can't help but endure the nausea, walk to the edge of the stone wall, bend down, pinch the dagger and prepare to deflate the corpse. I just need to cut their throats to see the truth.

As soon as I bent down, my eyes immediately met the strange face of the corpse. The pair of sunken eye sockets on it were very exaggerated, with very large eye sockets, which almost occupied half of the face. I almost doubt whether these corpses belonged to humans.

There are many corpses here, and I don’t know how long it will take to be cut, but years of experience tells me that I cannot give up fighting even when I reach a desperate situation. Therefore, after I made up my mind, I endured my disgust and deflated my breath at the Zongzi.

These corpses have turned into black mummies because of their special climate. Every time I cut them, I can see the muscles on my neck slowly loosening, and then the dry and yellow vital energy is exposed. I feel disgusted and I feel a little frizzy in my heart, as if this act of blaspheming the corpse will attract countless evil ghosts.

But not long after, I became completely numb. There were so many corpses here that I started cutting forward from the place leaning against the mountain wall. In the end, I could hardly even straighten my waist, and the corpse had not reached the end. The surrounding environment still had not changed at all. It seemed that the troubled rice dumpling had not been cut by me.

In the end, I felt no guilt, and I was left with gritting my teeth and trying to pull out the messy rice dumpling. So I buried my head without looking back, never looked at the twisted faces again, just looking at my neck, and I cut it when I saw one neck. In the end, the whole dagger was covered with minced meat. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, and the feeling was very strange. At the beginning, I was doing something very attentively, but suddenly another voice told you that there was danger.

I don’t know where that sound came from. Strictly speaking, it was not the sound I heard in my ears, but the sound suddenly came from deep inside me, just like the previous two times I seemed to be on the upper body of the oil bottle, without any warning. I subconsciously stood up, and my waist suddenly made a few crisp sounds, just like fried soybeans.

And at this moment, the feeling of uneasiness became even stronger. I couldn't help but look back. Under the dim flashlight, all the corpses that I had let go of were standing up.

My scalp numb, my heart almost pounded to my throat. How could this happen? I remembered the fat man's words: nerd. Could it be that this time, I was really confused by the works of my ancestors and deflated. Not only did I not calm down, but I got corpses together.

Without thinking, I took a step back and started running without saying a word.

At this time, it was useless to study whether my ancestors had lie to me. I immediately thought of climbing to the mountain wall and hiding first. As soon as I moved my steps, a distant horn sound suddenly came from my ears.

The sound seemed to come from the ground, and the distant sound of trumpets occupied all my hearing. Then, I found that the corpses under my feet that were not deflated by me also bounced up like springs. The most peculiar thing was that no matter where they were originally facing, after bounced up, their faces turned toward the north.

Is there something in the north?

The strong curiosity shattered my fear. I stopped and prepared to run away, subconsciously fired the flashlight to the north. Only then did I realize that light blue smoke was rising on the ground at some point.

In an instant, my brain blew, and the scene of the muffled oil bottle mingling into the Yin soldiers at the foot of Changbai Mountain, the text records on the corpse jade of the Guiyuan Kingdom. Once the horn sounded, the undead army would be resurrected, and it would be screened in my mind like a lantern.

Everything in front of me has exceeded my worldview. If the bronze tree in Qinling made me recognize the existence of mysterious power, then the corpses in front of me who were summoned by the horn, as if they were about to be resurrected, completely defeated my worldview.

At this moment, I even forgot to escape, and then I did something that I could not control myself.

As the blue smoke spread, the distant horns became louder and louder. The corpses actually moved neatly and began to head towards the north. I couldn't help but lift my feet and mingle among these corpses.

Suddenly, I had an idea. Could it be that when Mon Oil Bottle entered the bronze door, it was like me, so where would these dead bodies, which looked like ghost soldiers, take me to?

I soon knew the answer. The bottom of the cave was very big, but it was not boundless. As the corpse moved, an underground river appeared in front of me. It was an underground river flowing quietly among the mountain walls. I couldn't see clearly how wide it was or how deep it was. But its water was turbid yellow. Subconsciously, a word appeared in my mind: Huangquan

Even the Yellow Springs are there, and here is a veritable eighteen-level hell.

Soon, the corpses that looked like ghost soldiers walked to the underground river of Huangquan. Then, the water of Huangquan submerged them. I couldn't help but follow them, mingling among these corpses, completely unable to control my body, and walked towards the turbid yellow water step by step.

No, even if I die, I don’t want to soak in the same river with these corpses. I tried hard to regain control of my body, but I couldn’t do it at all. Suddenly, I remembered a folk legend that this situation was said to be on the body by a ghost. As long as I bite the tip of my tongue, the blood on the tip of my tongue is the blood with the strongest yang energy. A little blood can shock the ghost.

When I was a teenager, I watched a good woman on TV. She was forced by a rich young master to bite her tongue and commit suicide. So I also tried to bite her. She felt pain without exerting force, let alone bleeding. But at this time, I didn't care about that. When I closed my eyes, I pressed the tip of my tongue under my front teeth. I bit hard, and my mouth suddenly became sweet. The pain shocked me all over, but my steps suddenly stopped.
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