Yan Jing looked over with the light of the flashlight, and was also attracted by the mural. He leaned over and looked at it, frowned and said, "This seems to be some kind of sacrifice?"

Xia Yanqi only felt that this scene was very familiar, but she forgot where she had seen it. She moved the flashlight to the side. In front of the mural, there was a naked man with a part of the five internal organs missing. Yan Jing stepped forward and snatched it with his fingers, and cut off a little gray: "What is this? To sacrifice to the gods of the five internal organs?"

"It has to do with the Five Internal Gods, not the sacrificial sacrificial slogans." Xia Yanqi said something about what happened in Dajian Village in a few words. She said it calmly. Yan Jing sighed at the piles of tall skeletons, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart: "How many lives have they filled?"

This is just the place to enter the door. There is also the wall covered with the skin as Xia Yanqi mentioned in the corridor. As for how deep the corridor is and what else it is, it is still unclear. But it is far from enough to rely on a small village with only about twenty households. Either the people in Dajian Village were far more than this, or the wronged souls here are unknown. No matter what kind of guessing, facing so many lives that died in vain and so miserable deaths, Yan Jing couldn't help but feel cold.

He has been with his uncle and senior brother since he was a child and has seen many things about the ways of gods and ghosts. This year, because of Xia Yanqi's ultimate yin body, he has seen the greed of human hearts. He thinks he is knowledgeable and has a wide range of knowledge. No matter how bad things are, he will "fall in the mountains of Mount Tai but not in the face". But in fact, it is really amazing to do bad things with a capable but without bottom line.

Seeing that Xia Yanqi's attention was still on the mural, Yan Jing turned on his flashlight and after leaving the ghost wall, his flashlight could be used, but there was no place to use it.

He walked along the wall, but the mural in front was surrounded by a group of people. The people were wearing ancient costumes and had different expressions and movements. Some were holding sticks or spears in their hands, aiming at the creature in the middle. The creature looked like a human and non-human, but like the flying corpse that had led them away before.

"Are they hunting flying corpses?" Yan Jing said to himself, and walked forward slowly. Xia Yanqi's eyes remained on the first mural. She remembered where she had seen such a scene.

That was when she first came into contact with the theory of ghosts and gods, and went to Myanmar with Brother Kang and others to save Wei Zhiqu. When facing Mei Ji, who refused to tell the truth, Xia Yanyue dealt with her at that time.

Soul-drawing.

Mei Ji knew about the Five Gods Soul Locking Array from a man wrapped in black cloth. As for who that man was, it was not found out in the end.

This is related to the Five Internal Gods and Soul Drawing, and you may get some clues.

Xia Yanqi was thinking when he suddenly heard Yan Jing's soft call. His voice was not loud, and he was carrying echoes in the quiet corridor, layer by layer.

Xia Yanqi came back to his senses and found that he had walked a long distance. He closed his mind and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jing's expression was very heavy, and it looked ugly under the light of the flashlight. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "There was a massacre here."

Xia Yanqi felt a trembling heart when he heard this, and hurriedly moved the flashlight over. The murals were engraved with various postures of people being slaughtered, either dying from their belly, or purging their hands and feet to death. They all went to their feet, beheading, cutting and throat, which became the most common way of death.

Until the flashlight cannot shine.

Xia Yanqi's head buzzed, dizzy and a split headache, and her body was shaking. She quickly held the wall, and with this support, she encountered a mural. The outer circle of the mural was a circle of fire, and dozens of children were crying and howling. Several children were already on fire and were rolling and fluttering.

Xia Yanqi's hand was pressing on a child on fire. The fire was so vivid that it was leaping out of the mural and licking her hand.

She hurriedly retracted her hand, still feeling uneasy, so she turned to hold the flashlight in her hands and pressed it on her chest. Thinking that she had touched the wall all the way before, I don’t know how many such murals she encountered, and her heart kept sinking to the lower part, both cold and uncomfortable.

Yan Jing's situation is not much better than hers, and her face is so dark that it can be dripping ink.

The two of them looked at each other and saw the shock and bitterness in each other's eyes.

On the other wall, there were also various scenes of massacre. Just when they stood there, they were standing and shining with a flashlight, hundreds of people could die in the place where the light could reach.

Maybe it was too shocked that I didn't even feel uncomfortable with the stench coming from the corridor.

Xia Yanqi suddenly asked: "What are the surnames of the villagers in Dajian Village?"

Yan Jing scratched his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard them say it."

"I have checked some information, but this place was a deserted village many years ago. Occasionally one or two came to explore, but they did not mention who the original villagers were named."

Yan Jing took a breath, put down the flashlight, took two steps outside, and felt that the atmosphere was not so depressing before asking again: "Did you see something?"

Xia Yanqi spoke openly, wanting to talk about the eight ancient surnames, wanting to talk about Yao Wanjiao, and wanting to talk about Jiang Wuniang, wanting to talk about too much, but he doesn't know where to start.

She shines the flashlight towards the end of the corridor, and even the strong flashlight cannot shine the bottom: "There is still some time tonight. I want to go in and explore the road first. Sometimes I can see things that I can't see during the day at night."

"Are you going to help them?" Yan Jing asked, "The villagers of Dajian Village have done too much evil, and now they have become Earth-Binding Spirits, suffering. Do you want to save them?"

Xia Yanqi turned his head and looked at him without saying anything. Yan Jing felt uncomfortable when he saw this. He touched his face and coughed dryly, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

Xia Yanqi suddenly smiled, his smile relieved the dullness in the corridor, and his eyes reappeared: "Just looking at the scene here, it is probably even more bloody and cruel. I want to see what kind of thing it turns out from so many lives is like a sea of ​​swords and fire inside, and I also want to see it." After that, he turned around and walked towards the corridor.

Yan Jing chased after him twice.

Xia Yanqi did not walk forward blindly, but instead walked while resisting the discomfort in her heart and looking at the murals on both sides.

The killed people recorded on the murals have all kinds of deaths and miserable appearances. Most of the dead people will turn into resentful ghosts and cause harm to the world.

But I don’t know whether it was the sacrificial sacrificial talisman picture on the stone coupon gate outside, but there was no news about the “thing” here. Is it already dead or hiding in the depths of Dajian Mountain?
Chapter completed!