Lao Chuai ripped open his clothes with a "hula" and threw them away as far as he could without even looking at them.
Shiry Yang and Fatty turned their heads to look at their shoulders and back.
"Damn it, you can't bear it."
The fat man glared at me fiercely, took off his clothes and cursed bad luck.
Shiry Yang quickly took off her coat.
She picked up the fat man's coat and inspected it: "The size and appearance are exactly the same, but there's just something a little too strange."
After what she said, I also noticed something special about the palm print. , hurriedly picked up Lao Chuai's piece and looked at it.
After comparing the three pieces of clothing, I immediately discovered something strange: there were no fingerprints on these hands.
Lao Cai asked: "Could it be fake?
Someone is hiding in the dark to scare us.
Maybe even the blood is fake."
I said it couldn't be that simple.
I went to great lengths to take advantage of the loopholes of four people, just to scare us.
That person must be too idle.
I found out that the fingerprints were fake, which made me feel a little more at ease.
"Since everything is fine, let's focus on the present first.
If someone is really causing trouble in the dark, the trap will be exposed sooner or later.
Let's stay the same in the face of changes and be mentally prepared."
While we were talking, the engineer's shovel was already in the soil.
The location I chose was in the south, closest to the main city from the map.
After successfully entering, it led directly to the temple we were going to.
While digging, a crisp crashing sound suddenly came from the ground.
I stopped what I was doing, squatted down, and pushed away the soil with my hands.
A goose-yellow rough pottery altar suddenly appeared in front of me.
I raised my head and was about to call them over to take a look, when I saw Lao Chuai waving his hands and shouting: "Come and see, there is something underground here."
The place where Lao Chuai put down the shovel was right next to me, only three or four meters away.
"We dug out a treasure."
The fat man strode over from the other side.
He looked down at the hole dug by Lao Chuai, then turned around and shouted to me, "Old Hu, it's strange that it's a yellow pottery jar again."
From the outside, the jar that Lao Chuai found was the same model as the one I dug under the wall.
Shiry Yang looked back and forth twice and concluded that the pottery altar we found and the one found in the camp were of the same model and origin, and were born from the same kiln.
"So, they are also planning to dig in.
Aren't there buried jars with human faces under this wall?"
Lao Chuai said with lingering fear, "Then what on earth was the thing I touched before?
It has been buried underground for thousands of years, how can it still move?
" "Why are you talking so much nonsense?
Open it and see if it's knotted."
The fat man and I worked together to carry out two goose-yellow clay human face altars and placed them one by one at everyone's feet.
Three clear human face patterns are distributed around the pottery, which is exactly the same as what we found in the camp.
As Shirey Yang said, the three jars are from the same origin.
Thinking about the large number of clay vessels with broken human faces buried at the foot of the thousand-meter-long city wall, I couldn't help but beat the drum in my heart.
As the first line of defense to protect Zhenku City, what does the human-faced pottery represent?
Is the thing in the belly of the pottery really a living thing as Lao Chuai described it?
Feeling anxious, I took out my lighter and dagger, and quickly opened the cork.
Everyone gathered around me, staring at it eagerly, wishing they could look through the bottom of the altar.
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I rolled up my sleeves and prepared to reach in.
Lao Cai trembled and said: "How about forget it, anyway" Before he could finish speaking, I had already touched the inside of the altar.
The vessel was deeper than I thought.
I touched a hand of sand and mud when I first explored it, and when I pushed further down, I didn't touch anything else.
I retreated half an inch and touched the side again.
Lao Chuai squatted beside me, balled up his hands, and looked at me nervously.
I said, "Don't scare me.
I haven't even touched my butt yet."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Safety first, don't be discouraged.
Safety first, take your time."
Touching the dry and rough sand, I regretted not wearing gloves, but I didn't have time to worry about that right now.
I moved to the left a few more times, and suddenly there was a needle-like sting from my fingertips.
I twitched instinctively, and then quickly held it forward.
The fierce beating instantly spread to every nerve in the body along with the sticky touch.
I took a breath and shouted to the fat man: "Prepare your pockets, I caught him" With a look of ecstasy on his face, he grabbed the coat that was under his feet and stretched his arms around the pottery.
"Come on, come on, I'm ready."
In his urging, I clenched my fists and prepared to remove the things in my hands from the jar.
"It's alive and moving."
I don't know what kind of thing is in the jar, but it's still jumping around after a thousand years.
Shiry Yang and Lao Chui also gathered around.
The three of them stuffed the mouth of the altar with the fat man's coat.
Then I slowly pulled out my fist.
The thing was extremely sleek, exactly as Lao Cai described it, and I had to cover my right fist with my left hand to prevent it from escaping.
"Let go, you're bleeding."
Shiry Yang held up the flashlight with one hand, and the light beam stopped at the mouth of the altar and swayed slightly.
She shouted incomprehensibly.
I almost let go, but when I took a closer look, I saw that there was indeed thick blood slowly dripping from my fingers, but I was not injured and couldn't feel any pain.
I shook my head and said, "It's not my blood."
The fat man opened his mouth wide and asked, "You won't crush it to death, will you?"
"No way."
I loosened my fingers slightly, and the thing stopped beating, like a dead bead.
Everyone saw the expression on my face and guessed it roughly.
Lao Cai breathed a sigh of relief, covered his chest and said, "It's okay to die.
Come and see what this thing is."
Facing everyone's disappointed and hopeful looks, I was filled with guilt and felt that I had betrayed the trust of the organization, especially the fat man.
Based on what I know about this guy, he probably plans to catch him alive and cash it in, making a huge sum of money.
I comforted him and said: "After all, a whole corpse was left behind.
Just like those mummy rice dumplings, they can still be sold for money."
As I said that, I opened my palms, and eight pairs of eyes came over.
Everyone looked at the corpse buried in the corpse.
The living creatures under Zhenku City are full of curiosity.
My heart was in my throat, and I stared with bated breath, not daring to pay attention.
Under the dim light of the flashlight, the ball in my hand glowed with a faint green light.
It was no different in size than a table tennis ball.
The fat man poked it with his index finger and turned it over.
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Everyone was instantly shocked.
Looking at the familiar circles of light, I instantly realized that this was an eyeball, a human eyeball.
At the moment when everyone was surprised, the dilated pupils on the spherical surface suddenly shrank, and Lao Cai was so frightened that he shouted: "It's alive."
The horrifying sight made me panic, thinking that what I was holding in my hand was a moving eyeball. , the entire right hand began to become uncontrollable, as if paralyzed.
The eyeballs rolled to the ground with a "swish", and by the time we reacted, they had already disappeared into the dark ruins.
The sight beyond common sense caused all of us to fall into crazy imagination, and no one could explain what was going on.
I had a vague concept in my mind and felt a deep sense of fear about the warning inscriptions engraved on the city walls.
The corpses piled at the foot of the mountain are in sharp contrast with the eyeballs buried deep under the city.
Perhaps it is like the curse left by Zhenku City.
Anyone who intends to break into this underground ancient city will pay a heavy price.
Maybe the eyes buried in the jar belong to those savage tomb robbers.
If the message conveyed by that warning is true, will the four of us suffer the same fate and become the ghosts wandering in the ancient city?
Thinking of this, the hairs on my back stood up one after another, and I couldn't help but shudder.
Several other people also showed fearful expressions, and did not dare to breathe.
Shiry Yang looked at the other pottery and asked, "Do you want to check it again?"
As if facing a formidable enemy, Lao Chuai stood between her and the pottery: "My sister-in-law, you can't do it.
You saw it just now.
The evil door is untouchable."
"Why don't we bury them back?
Just pretend we don't know."
The fat man picked up the jar and put it in the soil.
I told him to take it easy and not rush into the soil.
"We have offended, and we should not send an empty jar back because of the circumstances.
We have to put something in it."
"You can't dig out your own eyes to pay for it."
The fat man touched his head and looked around.
"I still have two food stamps in my pocket.
Otherwise, I'll pay for mental damage and pay for it first." " "Forget your two cents.
They may not accept it.
It's best if it's an antique, preferably something related to the town treasury."
After saying this, Lao Chuai hurriedly took out his cloth pocket from his arms and said, "Mr.
Hu, do you think this ancient coin will work?"
I had forgotten that there was such a thing, and said happily: "It couldn't be better.
This ancient coin came from the town treasury, and now it has returned to its original owner.
We use it as money to buy money for traveling.
It is also close to our ancestors.
Food stamps are reliable.”
"Okay, as long as it doesn't dig out our eyes, I'll bury the gold bars as well, let alone the treasury coins."
The fat man buried the intact pottery back intact.
We followed the hole dug by Lao Chuai and dug a tunnel that led to the inner city.
I arranged for the three of them to enter the cave first, and I sat behind the team to place the human-faced pottery that was placed in the town treasury
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