Chapter 043 Drinking Corpse Blood

The iron chains were stretched loudly, and the stone coffin hung in mid-air, majestic and motionless.

Directly above the sarcophagus is the bottom of the pavilion, in the deepest part of the main hall, where the water from the mountain is pouring in. It seems that there is a golden pool blocking it, so that the "waterfall" outside the pavilion is not hurried or slow.

A large section extends from the bottom of the pavilion, which acts as a natural barrier for the sarcophagus below. However, water vapor lingers day and night. If it were made of ordinary materials, it would have long since rotted into mud and would not be able to support the dragging of such a huge coffin.

Immediately, I was even more fascinated by the dozen black iron chains, and I thought to myself: Could they be alien objects from the sky? And made by experts. Otherwise, with the smelting level at the time, it would be difficult to imagine how it was produced.

Suddenly, I realized that the fat man had not spoken for a long time, and I even felt that something was wrong. I turned around and saw the fat man next to me leaning against the pillar, staring intently at the Lingyun Pavilion, and his lips were still trembling slightly.

The light of the flare became weaker and weaker, and after a while, it would be completely extinguished. I quickly asked him: "What did you see again?"

The fat man said extremely unnaturally: "Maybe I saw it wrong------"

Seeing me frowning.

Only then did the fat man tell the truth: "I mean, I seemed to see a figure rushing down from the mountain!"

The white light emitted by the flare was getting darker and darker, and I was afraid it would go out in a few seconds. I quickly changed my angle behind the pillar, trying to use my peripheral vision to see the inside of the lofty pavilion.

Unfortunately, the height of the position we climbed was limited. Even though the angle of the flare was just right, we couldn't see clearly what was arranged inside the Lingkong Pavilion.

The light grew dimmer, and the rumble of the water gradually subsided, to my great surprise.

The eyes are connected to the liver, and the ears are connected to the heart. As the saying goes: Listen with your heart. Feel it with your eyes.

Could it be that in the outer Jin Dynasty and inner Han Dynasty, I don't know whether it should be called Cao Cao's tomb or the main hall of Sima Yi's underground palace. Some experts have set up the Qimen Bagua array.

Trapped in a battle, only what you see can you hear?

Taking advantage of the peripheral vision, there was no trace of Nasat on the stairs surrounding the volleying pavilion. I was very worried. This old guy was so elusive and annoying. Now that we have blinded one eye, he will definitely wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

When I heard its baby-like cry just now, I knew it must be a thousand-year-old pervert, and it's hard to say that it prefers cannibal cubs! To paraphrase Fatty, it’s: fuck the cows happy.

Climb! Climb up quickly while there are still a few seconds of light, and it's best to catch that satyr.

The three people, more like three sloths with their butts on fire, clicked, clicked, and struggled to climb up using their ankle buckles.

But after all, we are not monkeys. Although there are foot buckles, there are actually two wounded.

Before we could see the full view of the Lingkong Pavilion, the white fireball in mid-air had shrunk to the size of a sesame seed. Without a closer look, it was impossible to tell that it was a bright spot.

As soon as the light went out, the surrounding environment instantly became quiet. The original rumbling sound of water flow sounded like a dripping faucet up close.

There were flares just now, and the light from the flashlight seemed very small. Now that the strong light subsided, we noticed that there were still three light beams in our hands.

Fortunately, after climbing higher, our field of vision also improved, and we were able to see the inside of the pavilion. Only then did I understand why I could still hear the subtle sound of water flowing. It turned out that I had forgotten the flashlight. If I turned off the flashlight at this time, I would probably not be able to hear even this sound.

What I saw was what I heard. I had never encountered such a strange situation. I was horrified. I recorded the details in my mind like a knife. If I could escape by chance, I vowed to write another chapter and continue to write "The Tomb". The legend of the ancient tomb in "Li Qiankun".

I felt lucky, and I was thinking about whether I would be able to write a chapter after I left.

However, I listened at this time.

"Bah, bah, my legs are so numb."

The fat man turned to me and asked: "Are your legs numb? It's not a big deal for us to hang up here all the time. Since the goat-headed monster has already hid on the second floor, we might as well go down and climb the stairs to find it."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, I was about to move my flashlight away from the lofty pavilion. Just when the light and dark trance was about to occur, I saw a pale arm stretching out from the second-story pavilion.

He could vaguely see that the arms were covered with hair, and the sharp nails were scratching in mid-air. Dark green juice was still dripping from the nails, and suddenly, a sheep's face popped out!

The fat man who wanted to continue the quarrel just now raised his gun and shot, da da da da!

The one-eyed satyr was hiding behind the stone wall of the Ling Pavilion. When he saw tongues of fire shooting out of a pillar not far away, he ducked down to avoid it.

After the fat man fired the gun, there was sweat on his forehead. It was definitely not because he was tired from shooting, but because the strange poison in his legs was taking effect. No matter how much this boy could bear it, he didn't even say a word.

In fact, I can tell from what he just said that he can't take it anymore, but this kid loves to show off his strength, and he doesn't want to show his cowardice in front of me.

Everyone wants to pass the painful time quickly, and everyone wants to enjoy the happy time slowly. Just arrived at the main hall of the underground palace of the Outer Jin and Inner Han Tombs, and before they could figure out the origin of the giant hanging chain coffin, they had to continue to face other unknown risks. Although the painful process occupies the majority of it, I have to continue to recall it because it is necessary for me to dedicate this real experience to everyone one by one.

The three flashlights converged into a line, and while looking for where Sartre had hidden, they described the internal situation of Ling Pavilion bit by bit.

Circles of gullies were dug out on this Lingge to divert water. The outermost circle was large, and the inner circle gradually became smaller, and finally gathered into a large pool.

The situation in the big pool still needs to be climbed higher, and it is impossible to see clearly from the current angle.

I wanted to look for the figure of Satre, but I happened to see the figure that the fat man was talking about.

It was definitely a corpse. It rushed down from the mountain and drifted along the circles of ravines, and now it was stuck in the narrower ravine in the middle.

Taking a closer look, it was strange to see that the corpse was actually wearing a modern black combat uniform. The exposed skin of the corpse had turned into a transparent milky white, and the tendons were clearly visible.

This scene always feels familiar.

Before I had time to think about it, I saw Nasat appear out of nowhere at a very fast speed. It first looked down at the body stuck in the ravine for a moment. The fat man was also dumbfounded. He didn't shoot in time and let it go. Nasat looked down at the corpses of modern humans in such a weird way.

After Sartre saw the corpse, he suddenly turned his head to look at us. The one-eyed black hole seemed to have regained its magic power again, as if telling us that this was the final fate.

Before we could understand what it wanted to do, the sheep-headed satyr had already yanked hard. His giant furry hand grabbed the left calf of the transparent milky-white corpse and pulled the corpse out of the water like a corn. Slap it on the ground.

In just one move, the body was deformed. Watching this scene, the fat man, who also had an injury to his left calf, felt his bones all over his body go numb.

"This is not treating people as human beings. Let alone dead people. Even if they are alive, their liver and intestines will be broken in just this moment. There won't be a good bone in the body!" The fat man and I both felt numb after seeing it. He didn't bother to see Long Wu's reaction.

"Da da da"

"Papa pa pa"

Colt submachine gun, Type 92 domestic pistol, Fatty and I fired at the same time.

Although the Type 92 pistol is powerful, its effective range is very limited and is only suitable for close combat instant kills.

So I fired the gun just to vent the fear and anger in my heart. This is the reaction that a normal person should have when seeing the same kind of people being tortured and killed.

A round of volleys, instead of repelling the satyr, made the sheep-headed monster furious. It grabbed the transparent body and dragged it on the ground, screaming like a baby again.

It grabbed the corpse and jumped up on the spot. It jumped very high, kicked the corpse's head violently with its feet, peeled off the head of a pool of blood and mud, lifted the corpse upside down, and drank the blood of the corpse.

After several twists and turns, the clothes of the transparent corpse have been torn to pieces. Although it has been soaked in water, the blood in the body has coagulated. Sartre took a few sips and couldn't take any more. He immediately became furious again, threw away the body, arched his body, and stared at us viciously again.

Seeing such an extremely terrifying scene, several people felt chills all over their bodies. They were numb from head to toe. The sweat on my palms felt like grease and I couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard I wiped it off.

At the moment when this weird atmosphere was about to reach its climax and explode.

Long Wu, who was so cold, actually said something.

"I'll beat you to death!"

Long Wu cursed the street and looked very dull and uncoordinated, but his eyes did not leave the headless body for even a moment.

I suspect my ears heard it wrong.

Long Wu said that he remembered something more. These men in black used to be his partners, but now they had their heads twisted off and drank blood with their mouths raised. It's really unbearable.

The fat man's jaw dropped in shock, and he actually imitated the tone just now: "A fellow from Henan Province?"

Fatty learns how to be like him!

"You are from Dalian, Xi'an, why are you pretending to be a fellow from Henan?" I finished scolding the fat man, but from the authentic hometown dialect just now, I can indeed know that Long Wu's ancestral home should be in Henan.

"Xiao Di, Xiao Di, we just don't want to learn anymore." The fat man clamped his legs on the pillar and waved his hands awkwardly.

In fact, after learning that Long Wu was an amnesiac, I had already done some homework. In many clinical manifestations, people with amnesia often return to their hometown language. Even if they forget anything, they can never forget their childhood idioms. This is the charm of their hometown.

Long Wu was a special case. If it hadn't been for such an urgent situation, which brought out the deepest words in his mind, it would be hard to guess where his hometown was.

Chinese people have a sense of family and country. In the countryside, they are a small family, and in the country, they are a big family. No matter where you are or what you have experienced, you can never forget your roots.

I wonder if knowing that Long Wu’s ancestral home is in Henan will help to verify his identity in the future.

But what I'm thinking about now is that most of these men in black were met by Wa Kun, the owner of the B&B. Now that Long Wu said that they were teammates, he had to think of a story about passports.

The fat man said next to him: "Is she the foreigner named AV Ai?"

The gourd spits feces from its mouth, which is either yellow heart or yellow mud. I asked the fat man to stop talking nonsense. Her name is Avril Lavigne.

Long Wu had a headache. He said he knew this kind of clothes and must have been teammates with these people, but he couldn't remember any more details.