I stared at the head carefully, suddenly startled, and remembered.
This head was the body of the deceased that was delivered to the small temple that day.
The burial master chopped the part below his neck into small pieces, then scattered it on the hillside to feed the vultures, and then left the head on the door panel of the small temple.
When we left, he chanted sutras over the head.
Less than two days had passed before the head was thrown here, into the hands of this bloody corpse and became its meat.
With a snap, I flicked on my headlights.
The beam of light shone on the face of the blood corpse.
The blood corpse suddenly raised his hand to block the light, covered his eyes, and then backed away.
After he got used to the light, he took off his right hand and looked at me intently.
Then he stretched out the head of the person he was holding in his left hand, indicating if I wanted to eat it, and said cheerfully: "Bazahei."
All the hairs on my body stood up.
Didn’t it realize that the human head in its hand was the same as mine?
Still in its concept, it is okay for people to eat people I looked up and saw that there must be an exit above, but it was very high, like a ten-story building.
Then when I saw no reaction, it simply sat on the ground, then held the human head and gnawed it wildly, making a rustling sound, which was extremely uncomfortable to hear.
It was eating on its own and had completely forgotten my existence.
I endured the strong nauseating feeling and carefully observed my surroundings.
There are a lot of dead bones around me.
These are all on my side, which is completely different from the pure skulls behind the bloody corpse.
Moreover, these withered bones are very old, and some of them have turned into corpse mud.
These are completed bones, and their hands and feet are shackled, so these bones may be slaves or prisoners.
It is also possible that the workers who built this underground tomb were already destined to die when the tomb was completed, which was the day they were buried.
When they were selected to build this tomb, their death date was already determined.
If my guess is correct and this secret room is used to bury the workers who built the tomb, then what is the function of this bloody corpse?
Now I have to get to know this blood corpse again.
This one may not be a blood corpse, but a strange creature.
It just has no skin and no hair on its body, but it has sharp claws.
I watched it crazily gnawing on the skull, just like a lion, except that there were no fangs in its mouth, and the other teeth were also damaged to varying degrees.
Perhaps they were knocked off while chewing these skulls.
Then I looked at the entire secret room.
The entire secret room was a rectangular room with bluestone on the front, back, left and right.
The floor was also bluestone, and the ceiling was probably also bluestone.
The burial master must have opened up one of the bluestones just now and threw the head down.
I looked at this bloody corpse again.
If the tomb robber hadn't dug up a piece of stone, this bloody corpse would have died of suffocation due to lack of oxygen.
While the bloody corpse was munching, I walked to the corner and started looking for the door.
Because since so many craftsmen died here, there must have been a door to get in.
They couldn't have been thrown to death one by one from above.
I checked their bones and they were all intact, not broken or shattered.
So this possibility is ruled out.
Then the only possibility is that there are secret doors around or there is a passage under the floor, otherwise these buried craftsmen will never be able to get in.
Walking along the inner wall, I looked for the secret door while walking, and I had to keep the bloody corpse at all times to prevent him from raiding.
But it seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days and nights, so he was very focused on chewing the head and didn't pay attention to me at all.
Suddenly, I discovered that there were small holes one after another on the inner wall.
The size of the small holes was the same as the thickness of a cigarette.
There were at least nearly a hundred densely packed small holes.
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The location of this small hole must be where the door is.
I lay on the wall and peered in through the small hole, but it was pitch black inside and I couldn't see anything.
So I naturally closed my eyes, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I found that at some point, the huge bloody corpse was already standing behind me, holding the bloody head, and trying to smash it down on my head.
With a whooshing sound, I felt that the hair on the top of my head had stood up, and my hair was numb.
I squatted down, rolled on the spot, and rolled directly past his feet.
I thrust the Junsheng sword in my right hand.
With a squeak, it passed directly through its thigh.
Ouch It howled miserably, turned around and smashed the human head in its hand.
I pulled out the Junsheng sword and quickly backed away.
He staggered towards me, and then suddenly snored, snored, and slapped his mouth with his palms, making a snoring sound like an orangutan.
The sound was ethereal, especially at night, and it was infinitely amplified in this limited space.
I was surprised.
Is it calling out to its companions again?
I was secretly on guard, and then stepped back step by step to the gap where I had just come in.
If something went wrong, this would be the only exit.
Then I heard there seemed to be movement behind the bloody corpse, that is, there seemed to be movement behind those small holes.
Then after a while, small things came out from the small hole one after another.
After coming out, they flapped their wings and were ready to pounce towards me.
I took a closer look and saw that these were moths.
There was a faint fluorescence on their wings.
I was suddenly startled.
This was introduced in the corpse art.
These were corpses.
"Not good."
I yelled and rolled on the spot.
He got out of the gap on the spot, then picked up his backpack and quickly ran up the robbery hole.
Then he jumped out of the robber's cave, stuffed the Tibetan mastiff's skeleton and fur into the robber's cave entrance again, and then pressed the big stone up again, completely sealing the robber's cave.
I sat slumped at the entrance of the burglar's cave, panting heavily, and my whole body was covered in sweat.
It turned out to be the legendary Shi'e.
Fortunately, I hid quickly, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
I recalled the scene just now and seemed to understand something, but I had to confirm again that there was indeed something wrong with the funeral master.
I came out of the dog fighting ring, and all the dogs were staring at me at the entrance of the cave.
Seeing me coming out of the cave, the Tibetan Mastiff King came over and looked at me intently.
I said, "The matter hasn't been found out yet, but I got some clues this time.
I have to go check it out."
Woof, woof, it barked twice, and then all the dogs got out of the way.
I walked out of the way.
Now I knew that there was something wrong with the funeral master.
At least he could give clues.
Maybe it would be dangerous to go to him alone.
But I couldn't wait any longer, so I headed towards him without thinking.
He trotted towards the small temple on the hillside
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