"Uh, what's going on with these seven coffins?!" Guan Heng felt a strong, evil bloody aura coming towards his face, and he was immediately startled. This evil aura was obviously coming from the coffins.
"There seems to be something wrong. The 'things' inside these coffins are definitely some of the most evil objects I have ever seen."
Guan Heng couldn't suppress his curiosity and decided to follow them quietly to see what was going on. So he tied up the skinny horse somewhere and quietly followed those people.
Dozens of villagers dressed in black linen and linen clothes were beating huge animal skin drums and chanting requiem spells as they slowly marched into the mountains. The surrounding atmosphere became increasingly weird and depressing, until it made people breathless.
.
In this way, Guan Heng followed the procession of the Corpse Carrying Ceremony and kept walking forward. The sound of heavy drums and the eerie chanting of requiems echoed in the mountains and forests. The time... from afternoon to evening, the procession of the Corpse Carrying Ceremony continued.
Finally, we entered a huge, empty valley.
In the valley, the villagers who had arrived in advance had set up seven bonfires. The fourteen people carrying the coffins placed the seven coffins next to the bonfires and quickly retreated.
At this time, an old white man wearing a black sacrificial robe walked onto a high platform carrying a coffin staff. He raised his arms and shouted: "Go and bring up the seven sacrifices."
"Yes, village chief." Several tough men like wolves and tigers agreed in a loud voice, pushing seven people wearing black hoods and mumbling mumbling sounds from their mouths.
When their hoods were quickly pulled off, Guan Heng, who was hiding behind the rocks in the valley, could clearly see that they were seven ordinary people with frightened faces, rags stuffed in their mouths, and trembling with fear.
"Living people as sacrifices?!" When Guan Heng saw this, his heart suddenly felt cold: "The evil ritual in this village actually requires living people to be sacrificed. It is really crazy..."
Just when Guan Heng thought of this, the old village chief on the high platform shouted: "The seven corpse gods worshiped by this village since ancient times have come to sacrifice again this year. Please accept the humble sacrifices we prepared and bless our village with good weather.
, no disaster or disease.”
"May the Seven Corpse Gods bless our village with good weather and good weather. No disease or disaster, and offer fresh flesh and blood as sacrifices." At this moment, the villagers also followed the old village chief in chanting in unison, appearing particularly pious.
"Get started, nail the wooden stakes!" the old village chief shouted loudly. The villagers in black linen clothes rushed to the bonfire with seven coffins, "dong dong dong, dang, dang, dang, dang." They put the seven cross wooden stakes together.
It was nailed into the soil.
The village chief glanced at the seven people who were shaking like chaff, and then a word popped out of his mouth: "Tie!"
"Mmmmmmm..." The seven people struggled desperately with a muffled sound in their throats. Their faces were so frightened that they were covered with snot and tears, but they were still forcibly tied to the cross stakes.
"Village chief, everything has been done." A tall and thin man ran to the high platform and said, "Should we evacuate too? The full moon is coming out."
"Well, everyone gather quickly." The village chief shouted to everyone: "Quick, quick, quick, while the dark clouds cover the moonlight, run out of the canyon. Don't look back."
"Run!" After hearing the village chief's order, the villagers immediately felt as if they were on the receiving end of an amnesty. They only regretted that their parents had lost two legs. They all ran out of the canyon entrance in a hurry as if they were flying. Finally, the old village chief also
He escaped from here with the help of the tall and thin man.
On the spot, there were only seven piles of bonfires glowing with green flames, seven strange metal coffins, and seven trembling people tied to seven cross wooden stakes. The bonfires were burning firewood as thick as an arm.
, crackling sound. There was a sudden sound of running water under two wooden stakes. It turned out that the two tied people could not hold themselves back anymore and they had peed their pants.
All around, there were only bursts of insects coming out of the grass nests and the sound of the cold wind blowing. The strange atmosphere gradually spread. The seven people seemed to know that their death was approaching, and they did not even dare to breathe.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the light of the full moon suddenly shone on the seven metal coffins!
"Bang!" The lid of the first coffin on the left was suddenly opened, and a dark mummy sat up from inside. Its face was as skinny as a skull, but it was still covered with a layer of skin. This strange corpse stretched out its skinny legs.
Withered Claw touched the edge of the coffin, turned over and jumped out.
The eyes of the monster corpse were as red as blood, but it seemed that it could not see. It smelled the breath of strangers, and staggered towards the nearest cross stake. The person tied up on it was shaking with fear, and there was a constant noise in his throat.
A dull sound came out.
"Whoosh, whoosh..." Every time the monster corpse took a step, it made a strange sound. At this time, it quietly touched Guan Heng behind the nearby rocks, and suddenly found that the monster corpse was wearing a tattered armor. It was obvious that the monster corpse had
is a soldier.
Soon enough, the soldier monster had already rushed to the cross pile in the blink of an eye. It opened its bloody mouth and bit the man opposite him on the neck. "Pfft--" A large puff of red mist sprayed out in an instant.
Splashing out, the monster corpse kept tearing at the opponent's flesh and blood, devouring it with large mouthfuls. The poor man struggled a few times at first, but within a few seconds he was dead.
"Alas, I don't even have a chance to take action..." Seeing the monster corpses killing and eating people, Guan Heng secretly complained in his heart. He touched his body: "Tsk, I didn't even bring a weapon, even a shovel.
, it’s good now, even the skinny horse is left in the village.”
At this time, the monster zombie had devoured the opponent's flesh and blood, and what was tied to the wooden stake was a white skeleton dripping with blood. After eating the flesh and blood, the monster corpse swayed and twisted around, climbed straight into the metal coffin, and gently
He gently closed the lid of his coffin.
With a soft bang, the surroundings returned to calm. After witnessing this tragic scene, Guan Heng was so angry that his hands and feet were cold and his eyes were about to burst. He deliberately rushed out to save the remaining six people, but he thought that he was unarmed.
I don't even have a tool to cut the rope, which is really a headache.
"No matter what, even with bare hands, we have to save these six people first."
Thinking of this, Guan Heng clenched his fists and was about to run forward. He accidentally tripped and almost fell. He lowered his head and looked: "Hey, what is this?"
It turned out that there was something buried in the ground next to the rock. Because it was dark, Guan Heng didn't notice it just now. Four-fifths of the object was buried in the soil, but there was a handle like a handle exposed outside.
thing.
"Whatever it is, pull it out first." Guan Heng grabbed the handle of this thing and pulled it out: "Maybe it can be used as a self-defense thing."
——[Second update, good afternoon everyone, Lao Sha continues to ask for subscriptions and monthly tickets o(n_n)o]——(To be continued.)