This lasted for a few minutes and then disappeared.
After I recovered, the three of us discussed the countermeasures, first found the map from Sister Su, and then we continued into the village and went directly to the altar.
After roughly estimating the distance between us and hanging the corpse, I picked up Wang Ying and should be able to fit into the pocket of Sister Su's shirt.
So I hugged her knees, and Wang Ying stretched out her arm to finally reach Sister Su's clothes.
She found the map in the pocket of her torn clothes.
When we opened it, we were dumbfounded, the map was completely soaked in blood, and we couldn't read the words on it.
I don't think it's a big village, and even if you don't have a map, you just need to find a way to get to the altar in the middle of the village.
So the three of us walked into the village from the side of the torii, which is supposed to be isolated, and it is hard to imagine who the villagers are who live here.
All the houses look the same, the alleys are similar, and the roads in the village are not horizontal and vertical, so it feels like walking through a maze.
Half an hour later, I finally realized that there was a serious problem, we were lost.
"You wait first.
Let me recall.
Yaqing said breathlessly.
"What to recall" "Brother Qiangzi, when Sister Su took out the map to show us, I seemed to have some impressions."
He frowned as he reminisced.
I almost forgot, this kid was born with a good memory.
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"I didn't expect it to be like a labyrinth in here," Yaqing looked at us innocently.
I hurriedly told him to think quickly, if we can't find that place tomorrow morning, and when the villagers wake up and find us, maybe the three of us will become human animals.
Yaqing closed her eyes and carefully recalled, while I watched the two ends of the alley vigilantly, while considering the future plan.
Sister Su didn't have time to explain to us so much, I only knew that I had to go to the altar to find people and animals, how to get in, how many guards were inside, how to evacuate, these were all problems.
"I think about it, I should go to Yaqing first" Yaqing looked left and right, pointed to the end of the alley, "go this way" I looked at the compass in my hand, memorized the direction, and then followed Yaqing over.
He led us through the dimly lit alleys, and finally led us to the site of the altar, in the middle of the village.
This altar is a large circular platform, about two or three meters high, the size of a basketball court, and there are steps on the side of the platform to go up.
At this time, the area around the altar was empty, and it was far away from the houses, and the three of us stood close to the wall of the altar, turned off the flashlight, and tiptoed towards the steps.
I walked in front with my back hunched and walked up to the high altar.
The smell of barbecue mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, and it made me sick to my stomach.
I wanted to take a closer look, but when I got close to the pillar, I suddenly tripped over something round under my feet and almost fell.
Taking out my flashlight, I turned the light to the lowest level and quickly illuminated the pillars and the ground.
It was this glance that startled the three of us, and I hurriedly backed away and slammed into the edge of a large iron pot in embarrassment.
The pillar was rammed on top of a corpse that had not yet been fully liquefied, and it would not have been dead for too long, and it was not a dry corpse, it looked like it had died two days earlier.
And what tripped me just now was the head of a corpse.
This reminds us of the archival materials that Sister Su gave me, there is a similar scene on the mural, with three people rammed under a pillar.
There was the sound of Yaqing vomiting on the side, and when he turned his head, he was lying on the ground and vomiting, next to him was the big iron pot.
Wang Ying and I glanced at each other, and slowly shone a flashlight into the pot, the turbid soup was brown, and it looked like boiled blood.
There are two heads floating on the soup, as well as some internal organs.
Wang Ying also threw up.
It was the first time I had seen a boiled human head, and the shock and horror I will never forget.
I am even more sure that everything here is exactly the same as what is on the fresco, and that they are worshipping according to these customs.
I touched the firewood at the bottom of the pot, and there was still warmth, it seemed that the ceremony had just been performed, and I knew that many people must have died this time.
It seems that the people of the Liumang Sect are wantonly searching for people who can be used as targets for human sacrifice, and on the other hand, they are making living corpses and making the outside world a miasma.
I think those living corpses are their army of death, which can complete all kinds of tasks and help them collect more people and animals.
In addition to these, there are some other utensils on the altar, in addition to cooking utensils, which are various torture utensils, such as grills, wooden cross brackets, etc.
The shelves were stained with blood, and I thought it would be better to die on a cross like this than those who had been boiled alive.
Wang Ying's endurance has reached the limit, and Yaqing has already vomited in the dark, I am really afraid of being discovered if I stay any longer, but where is the entrance to the bottom of the altar I picked up Yaqing and walked down the altar first, because there was obviously no secret door or secret passage on it.
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We went down the steps, and went back to the bottom of the altar again, and after a little reprieve against the altar, I said to the two of them: "We're running out of time, we need to find Xiaoxue and them before dawn as soon as possible."
I said and looked around the altar, "In this way, let's look around this round platform, there are very few outsiders in their village, and the secret door should not be too hidden." ” The three of us walked clockwise around the round platform to find the entrance, and after a circle, we returned to the original point and found nothing.
I leaned against the wall in frustration and pounded my fist against the stone wall.
"Where the hell is it?"
"Eh, wait" Yaqing suddenly became excited, staring closely at my back.
He walked to the edge of the stone wall, knocked on the spot where I had just struck, knocked on the side, and turned to me, "It's empty."
This is next to the steps leading to the altar, and if the secret door appears here, it is indeed very possible, so that after bringing people and animals out of the secret passage, they can be sent directly to the altar without going far.
But there was nothing to open in the hollow-sounding area, so the three of us started pushing hard.
Just when we were at a loss for what to do, I heard footsteps in the distance.
There was more than one person coming, and I suddenly became nervous, and quickly looked left and right, and there was nowhere to hide, while the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
We were clinging to the stone wall, not daring to move, and my heart was about to jump out of my throat.
Suddenly, there was a scream, the cry of a child.
Those who were walking towards us immediately turned around and ran to the sound, and then a dark shadow came to us.
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