"Damn it, little lady, why are you crazy?" The fat man, who looked at Ye Jiu like the wind, ran to the hill quickly, and didn't understand what was going on, shouted quickly.

"Speak up, don't you know it just by looking at it?" Zhang Meng said.

"What Mengzi said." Zhao San also nodded: "Let's go, let's take a look together."

Before they got closer, Zhang Meng found Ye Jiu and others standing there straight.

The Haidongqing in Aokiji's hand had already flew out at some point, and was hovering above everyone's heads.

"No, there must be something wrong." The fat man was very familiar with Ye Jiu. Even Ye Jiu was so shocked. There must be something incredible behind the hill.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng hurriedly caught up with him a few steps forward.

When everyone stood on the hill, they were immediately stimulated by the tragic scene in front of them.

The back of the entire hill was filled with dead bodies

Judging from their figure and clothes, among them are fresh corpses, rotten corpses, old people, children, men, women, herdsmen, and people wearing mainland clothes. However, no matter what kind of corpses they are, they have no heads, all of them are headless corpses.

"This... this is really evil." Looking at the corpses all over the mountains, the fat man couldn't speak very easily: "Why are there so many headless corpses in this place?"

Everyone present did not yell like a fat man, but they did not say a word, staring at the scene in front of them with dull eyes.

Fortunately, Ye Jiu reacted first, took a deep breath, and slowly walked down the hill.

Aokiji and others also walked down, squatting down one by one, and checking the various corpses.

After a long time, Aokiji whistled at Hai Dongqing in the air, and then walked towards Zhang Meng: "Young Master, there are no living people here, they are all dead..."

"Old corpse or new corpse?" The strange way of death in front of him made Zhang Meng feel cold in his heart.

"Depending on the degree of decay of the corpses, most of them are old corpses, but to be honest, they didn't die for long." Aokiji took off his disposable gloves and said, "The only special thing is that the heads of these corpses were cut off."

"Yes, except for the neck, there are no more wounds on your body." Ye Jiu added coldly.

Hearing Ye Jiu's words, Lai Zi turned his head with great worries and looked at the stone statue of the headless knight on the grassland.

"It's so strange." Xiaolou asked in confusion: "Such a large area of ​​dead bodies is exposed to the grassland, why is there no government people to deal with it?"

"Maybe no one noticed it." The fat man replied.

"Impossible." Iana was very familiar with the style of government affairs. She thought about it and said: "The environment here is not as severe as Kokoxili. Even Kokoxili has set up a mountain patrol team, and there must be someone patrolling here."

"Then why no one comes to deal with it?"

"I think it may be related to the unique customs of this place." After Iana said that, she looked at Lai Zi in confusion: "I also know a little about the customs of the Mongolians, but Lai Zi, what is the saying of these corpses? Is it similar to the sky burial in Tibet?"

"What is Sky Burial?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Do you suspect that someone deliberately did the sky burial here?" Lai Zi thought about it, but he could not figure it out, but he simply explained to Zhang Meng: "The so-called sky burial is a unique custom that has been followed by Tibet and Mongolia."

"oh?"

"But speaking, there is still a certain difference between Mongolian sky burial culture and Tibetan sky burial culture." Speaking of the difference between the two, Lai Zi deliberately glanced at the clothes of the headless corpses, and then continued: "Tibetan sky burial culture is usually presided over by the sky burial master, because Tibetans believe that only after death can the soul ascend to heaven. The sky burial master will dismantle the corpse in a specific place, finely as far as the internal organs, bones, muscles, and blood. The entire ceremony will be completed until the vultures wandering around eat these flesh and blood and flesh to purify the whole ritual."

"What's going on in the Mongolian sky burial?" Zhang Meng asked.

"The situation of Mongolia's sky burial is more diverse than that of Tibet sky burial." Lai Zi thought for a while and said, "It can be roughly divided into three types: grassland burial, same-room burial, and wild burial. Grassland burial is also called "throwing wild burial, open-air burial, and ascending to heaven burial. It is a funeral ceremony where the corpse can be eaten in the open air where birds and beasts can be eaten in order to carry the corpse into the belly of birds and beasts; as the name implies, the dead corpse is placed in a simple wooden room with the intention of going to another world; the first two methods are very different from Tibet sky burial. As for wild burial, it is closer to the Tibetan sky burial culture. It is a funeral ceremony in which carnivorous birds eat the corpse after placing the dead's corpse in the wild. The sky burial master recites the Sutra of the Dead and holds a wild burial ceremony."

Listening to Lai Zi's explanation, Zhang Meng thought about it and asked in confusion: "Why are many traditions of Tibetan and Mongolia very close? It includes eagle, wolf totem culture, and the current form of sky burial and funeral."

"Maybe it's because they live in the same environment."

"Is it a lot worse?" The fat man curled his lips and said, "Qinghai-Tibet is a snow-capped mountain on the plateau, and Mongolia is a deserted grassland. There are big differences in the environment no matter how you look at it. Fatty, I am a little student, so don't lie to me."

"What the fat man said," Lai Zi nodded.

"It's not difficult to explain." Just when Zhang Meng was puzzled, Ia Na, who had listened to Lai Zi's explanation, turned around and said: "Everyone has ignored the kind of culture they share.

“What culture?”

"Apart from shamans, they all believe in Buddhism. Lamas are the most respected in both the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the Mongolian grassland." Iana said: "The Buddhist Buddhism has the allusion of feeding eagles with its body, and it also advocates this funeral culture. I think the funeral culture on the Mongolian grassland should be the result of being spread by the lamas who preach Buddhism."

"If you say so, it can be explained..." Zhang Meng nodded.

"By the way, Lai Zi, you have explained so much. Then according to you, are these headless corpses the wild burial form of Mongolian sky burial?" Iana frowned and said, "I think these corpses are not a good ending, and it is very likely to be in the wild burial form."

Just as he was talking to Iana, Lai Zi found a piece of scripture-like thing on a new corpse that was fuzzy and flesh. After carefully identifying it, he nodded: "These corpses include Hada and scriptures, and they should be wild burials."

"What happened here? There are so many headless corpses buried behind the hills by wild people?" Zhang Meng was vaguely worried in his heart. Could it be related to the statue of the headless knight behind him.
Chapter completed!