This is the lower space of the stone castle. It is a relatively solid stone chamber built with stone bricks. It is as big as one-third of a basketball court. The walls on both sides are specially dug into the niches.
Looking around, there is a withered skeleton sitting in almost every niche. At first glance, it looks like a seated lama.
Taking a closer look at their clothes, I found that they were all wearing Kangbalo clothes, but the shape of the Kangbalo Tibetan robe that Wu Xie had seen Zhang Zhuxun wear before seemed older and thicker.
He subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Zhuxun, wanting to say that these are the ancestors of your family, but he felt it was inappropriate.
Muyu is a member of the Zhang family, and his current identity may just be a cover for reaching some kind of cooperation with Kang Baluo, such as getting rid of the corpse of the King of Hell.
Zhang Zhuxun saw what he was thinking and smiled, but did not explain anything.
The fat man was talking in his sleep. He didn't know what beautiful things he had dreamed of, and the tears were dripping from the corners of his mouth. He held the dead body tightly with both hands, looking very much in love with each other.
Zhang Haixing opened her eyes, glanced around a few times, and then closed them again in pain. Her face was pale, and it was clear from her expression that the injury on her head made her very uncomfortable. Such a big stone fell down, and she would have suffered a concussion.
Hit the jackpot.
"Let them calm down for a while, let's take a look at the situation here." Zhang Zhu walked around, looking for something, "There must be other entrances here."
Otherwise, the disposable bronze door cannot be opened, and where will the sacrificial female living corpse be put in?
Wu Xie nodded in agreement, picked up a Tibetan knife, and found that it had completely rusted into mud and fell into pieces when pinched.
"It's strange. The Kangbalo people came and went, but they didn't collect the bones of these people and bury them in a suitable place."
Wu Xie squeezed Bai Gu's arm, but it broke into several pieces without exerting any force. He looked at his hand in confusion, why it was so brittle, "There was air flowing in here before, it can be so corrupted."
To the extent that it takes at least several decades.”
"Also, why did these people die here? The bones are still sitting so neatly. It doesn't look like they are killing each other, but they look like they are waiting for death peacefully."
Zhang Shuxun pondered for a moment and said: "There is a possibility that these people are the same people who came to transport the corpse of the King of Hell ten years ago, but I don't know what happened in the process, causing them all to die here.
"
And judging from the appearance of these withered bones, they gave up the struggle after knowing that they were attacked. Why? Is there something in this stone chamber that threatens them with death?
Wu Xie began to think wildly, "Could it be that something in the King of Hell's mind went on a killing spree and sucked them all into humans?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward to examine carefully. There were only some old fold scars on the surface of the bones. It could be seen that the injuries were very serious. However, there were calluses on the fracture lines that were produced during the healing process. They were injuries recovered during life and should have been caused by previous training.
Or it was caused during a fight.
Although the bead accessories on the Tibetan robe have become mottled due to oxidation, they are generally in good condition.
Zhang Zhuoxun walked to the back of the stone chamber. There was no niche on the wall at the back, and the entire wall was covered with twisted Tibetan characters.
The lower part of the text was blocked by a rolling stone. Zhang Zhuxun moved the stone to the side, and the inscriptions on the wall below gradually emerged.
Seeing this, Wu Xie came over to lend a hand. Zhang Zhu pointed at his wrist and said, "Just stay here. Don't you want your hand?"
Wu Xie chuckled twice, took two steps back and stood aside so as not to interfere with him. He felt relieved, and the wooden fish he was familiar with was back again.
Zhang Zhuoxun glanced at him after moving the stones, and felt a little funny in his heart, "Why are you so silly? Come and take a look at this."
"What?" Wu Xie came over desperately.
"Some records are related to the King of Hell riding a corpse to offer sacrifices." Zhang Zhu asked.
He roughly checked it out and found that these words were just some brief notes, which did not record the origin of the king of hell riding the corpse in detail. The top part was the preparation steps for worshiping the king of hell, and in the middle was a messy picture of the king of hell, which was not serious at all.
, as if it was just scribbled on.
The lower part was lined with rows of Tibetan names. In the second to last row at the bottom, he saw the name of his uncle from the Logongbu tribe.
It seems that the uncle from the Gonpot tribe once participated in the sacrifice of the corpse of the King of Hell and returned alive.
As a result, the existence of those dry bones is very suspicious.
Zhang Zhuoxun turned around and counted the number of withered bones, "Thirteen, one more than the prescribed number of sacrifices."
Wu Xie was stunned and frowned: "One more? Could it be that something went wrong during the process and the last sacrificial event was not successful?"
Zhang Zhuxun had already gone to those bones, and soon found a female corpse among them. After quickly checking the limbs, he sighed, "Your previous guess is probably the truth. The bones of this female corpse's upper and lower limbs were all destroyed during her lifetime."
Cracked with a hammer.”
The female corpse that was used as a sacrifice is still here, but the other Kangbalo people have become sacrifices. I don’t know if such a dramatic result is retribution.
"careful!"
Suddenly he heard Wu Xie exclaim in surprise. Zhang Zhuxun came back from his thoughts and saw a few silver threads about to wrap around his fingers. He immediately raised his hand and knocked the skeleton away.
The female corpse hit the wall and scattered into a pile of rags. Her skull rolled several times on the ground and stopped not far from their feet.
"Ten years have passed, and this thing is still alive."
Wu Xie picked up a stone and threw it like a bowling ball, knocking the skull away to prevent those things from catching up again.
Zhang Zhu dismantled the remaining twelve skeleton skulls, but they were empty. It seemed that the sacrifice was the one he finally chose to live in.
He stared at the skull of the female corpse and thought for a while, then said: "I want to smash this skull to see what the parasite inside has grown into. You stay away."
"Okay, be careful." Wu Xie knew that since he proposed this idea, he must be sure of it.
Zhang Zhuxun nodded. He did not want to touch the thing directly. He picked up a stone as big as a wheel and aimed at the skull and smashed it.
The skull is the hardest bone in the human body, but over the past ten years, even the hardest bones will become decayed and brittle.
There was a "snap" sound, and the stone slapped up flatly, as if it had hit a snail. It hit the bottom directly, leaving no room for struggle.
Zhang Shuxun and the two of them could not take their eyes off it. From the gap between the stone and the ground, a pool of crystal green liquid was slowly crawling out, like an apple-flavored gummy candy that was pressed under a cup of hot water and gradually melted by the temperature.
The body of the liquid was stretched into a long and thin strip, like grass growing tenaciously from the cracks in the stone. The part that emerged first has begun to climb up the stone.
Zhang Zhuoxun and the two watched helplessly as the mass climbed onto the stone, seeming to be waving in the wind, stretching out its tentacles in pleasure, and finally turned into a crystal clear green coral tree.
The light of the small lamp can directly illuminate the spot on the wall behind it. The light and shadow are charming, beautiful and even a bit coquettish, like an exhibit carved from some ancient crystal and displayed in a museum.
Or to be more specific, it is a relatively abstract brain tree diagram.
