I have seen too many things like runes, but the ever-changing nature of these text-like symbols still makes me sigh.
The runes on this woman's body are also written with something similar to cinnabar. The writing is neat and the connections are very clever. If anything, I think this thing is similar to what Jin Jiuye drew when he "washed" me.
The runes that go up are more similar, but if you look closely, they are not the same.
There is no unified statement in history about when Taoist talismans began to appear and what process they went through. Most people believe that the spiritual talismans we use are also called talismans. Specifically, they can be
If we look at it in two parts, the first part is called the talisman, which is a variety of strange symbols that come and go, while the second part is called the 瓓, which is actually a kind of writing, which is what we often call the secret script of the Celestial Master.
Usually, the function of the talisman is determined by the latter, and the former can be regarded as a necessary decoration for the talisman to work.
The runes on this corpse are somewhat similar to the runes we usually come into contact with, because on her chest and back, there are some things that are not graphics but like seal characters, which are similar to the golden coffin.
The ones above are exactly the same, but the handwriting and seal cutting are somewhat different.
"Here, what is this?" I was thinking, the big painted face who pretended to be dead with me and was thrown into this small black cave with me also quietly got up and saw the hair on the naked female corpse.
After writing the rune, he grinned with a frightened expression.
"It should be a ritual, using the magic power instilled in these secret texts to extract the remaining essence from the corpse for future use."
As I said that, I walked carefully around the room full of hanging corpses a few times. It was pretty much what I imagined. The corpses hanging above all had similar runes on them. I carefully compared the contents on them.
, there is basically no difference, that is to say, the corpses hanging here are actually like processed charcoal, and they will be put to use when the time is right.
As for the others, most of them were spares, and some did not meet their requirements, so they were thrown aside. I went to look at several small stone caves like rooms scattered on the edge of the cave.
Various corpses, placed separately, one by one, naked
The strips are all like pork on the chopping board. Some are soaked in a large vat filled with brown-yellow liquid. Some are tied with ropes and lined up in a row. As for those who are still wearing clothes,
Those that have not been processed are mostly scattered around like us.
Of course, those who came earlier had some white powdery stuff that looked like lime and a bit like sea salt sprinkled on their bodies. I really couldn’t tell what it was exactly.
All right.
When I saw this, I roughly understood where I was. We were accidentally caught and thrown into a corpse processing workshop as corpses that could be used to extract essence. In other words
, in the near future, we may be the "charcoal fire" that bakes that weird alchemy cauldron with the remaining essence in our bodies under the stone platform in the water.
Damn it... I got goosebumps all over my body when I thought of this. I motioned to the big painted face who was staring at a rather pretty female corpse to stop looking, and then I packed up my clothes and prepared to leave here as soon as possible.
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At this moment, there was a sudden sound of iron locks stirring, followed closely by a figure approaching from the entrance of the cave. Seeing this, both of them were frightened, and hurriedly stepped back and hid themselves.
Behind a pile of corpses.
Looking carefully through the gap between the corpses, a bald man was slowly walking over carrying a barrel filled with red liquid.
This man is indeed bald, and he is bald to an extraordinary degree. At a glance, except for a few gray-white hair hanging down like little braids on the back of your head,
All the hair has fallen off, and even the eyelashes seem to have been shaved without any trace.
He must be quite old. The skin and flesh on his cheeks hang down, and there are various wrinkles like those carved by a knife. If we estimate based on the aging of normal people like us, this person's age should be around five years old.
More than ten years old. However, in this Jiutou Mountain, a graceful woman can be thousands of years old. It is really hard to determine how long such a person has lived.
While I was thinking about it, the big painted face gestured in my direction, and then pulled out the dagger from his waist. I knew he was asking me if I wanted to kill this person and kill him immediately. I shook my head and made a
The gesture of silence, because although this big-faced man has enough confidence in his own skills, I also know clearly how difficult those people are to mess with.
Let's take a look first and see what he's going to do.
Thinking of this, I turned my head. The man didn't seem to be aware of our existence. He was humming something like a ditty in a language I couldn't quite understand, and at the same time, he took off his clothes to reveal a bulging tendon.
He stretched out his hand and pulled up a woman's thigh in the large vat filled with brownish-yellow liquid. Then, he casually pulled her out of the vat like a white-striped chicken, with a click.
, fell on the chopping board.
Then he took out something like a rag and soaked it in the bucket beside him. After stirring it for a few times, he placed the rag on the woman's bare back and rubbed it violently. In that posture,
The techniques are exactly the same as those of the bath masters in bathhouses, but his methods are much more violent than others.
After he finished rubbing the main parts, the man poured another ladle of cold water on the other woman's body. Then, he neatly tied a buckle on the woman's ankle and took out a wrist-thick strap.
The iron rod of the hook hung her body upside down, hanging the woman to the buckle on the ceiling of the cave. Repeatedly, they were hung up one by one until there was no more room on the top. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her hands.
He held the bucket filled with vermilion liquid in front of him, and turned out a vermilion-mottled wooden box on the table...
Writing brush?
When I saw what was in the wooden box, I was stunned, but something even more speechless was still to come...