Thinking about it, my white hair sweat started to flow down my neck.
Turn your head suddenly!
call……
Except for me and the fat man, I didn’t find any other standing objects.
But the key now is that the Satyr cannot lie down on its own obediently. Even if it has died before entering here, it still needs to be carried in.
I pinched my voice and said to the fat man: "Hold the remaining bullets tightly, the headless rice dumpling will definitely not be far away!"
I just touched it along the way and found that the coffin was basically in ruins, and the bones inside were as rotten as mud.
The red juice dripping out was also those rotten coffins.
But the most surprising thing is that the further inside the coffin is, the more complete it is preserved. This is extremely unreasonable. How can the degree of preservation of the coffin be related to the corpse inside?
Since ancient times, the material of the coffin and the body's own antiseptic technology have been key factors in determining the preservation period of the body.
At the moment it seems so obvious to put the cart before the horse.
Sartre's one eye is closed, and his face is indescribably weird. But right now there is a dying teammate lying outside, and I really don’t have the intention to take a closer look at its sheep face.
Look at the coffin lid on one side, which has slipped aside. There are obvious bumps at the four corners. There are also several scratches in the center of the coffin lid. Although these marks are obvious, they are not deep.
It is currently unclear whether it was caused by Sartre before his death.
There are more and more doubts in front of me, and I still can't relax my brows even a little bit. During our expedition, everything that happened since we mistakenly entered the Han Dynasty Tomb in the Outer Jin Dynasty was unexpected and extremely uncontrollable.
According to the previous plan, after we escaped from the Ling Pavilion, we should have fled all the way up. However, while following the giant python to find the exit, we were forced to break into the deep pools one after another. After several twists and turns, we could no longer distinguish the high and low. Left, right, southeast, northwest.
What's scary is that water flows downwards, an unchanging fact.
Sartre was carried by the headless rice dumpling and rolled into the Qilin Pond, but we thought we were heading upwards but saw his body again at this moment.
I took a deep breath, called the fat man and said to him: "I didn't burn incense before entering the mountain. I'm afraid God doesn't care about us anymore. I heard before that the people trapped to death were so skinny and skinny that they couldn't even drink enough urine. When they died, they couldn't drink enough. No one looks like him."
After hearing this, the fat man's eyes were filled with relief. He licked his dry lips and said to me: "Don't mention it. I was very thirsty just now, so I put my head in and took a few sips. Even though the water was clear, it was It’s fucking bitter and salty!”
I bit my lip and nodded. I had already guessed that I couldn't help but worry about the fat man's health. Even though the water was not bitter or salty, drinking it rashly still carried a huge risk of contracting dysentery.
The situation was almost desperate at this moment. Once any one of the three had diarrhea, it meant that the terrible intestinal dehydration was coming.
As the saying goes, a good man cannot stand up to three dehydrations. Our whole body is injured, and our immune system is overloaded. Once dehydration symptoms occur, various infections will break out, and people will immediately become depressed and have a high fever. It may not last long if you don’t retreat, because people will get cold very quickly! Even if you take a hundred shots of powerful antibiotics, as long as you are still stuck here and can't get out, it will just be a late card with the King of Hell!
If you want to use safe water, you can only find a way to boil the water to kill the bacteria and microorganisms in it. However, the environment here is dark and humid, and there are no conditions for making a fire at all.
Moreover, drinking this kind of brackish water will only make you thirstier, and the fat man's lips will become chapped later.
The fat man said: "Coffin boards! If that doesn't work, let's just use the coffin boards as firewood. There are so many coffins here, they will definitely be enough for us to last for a while."
I'm not sure. I haven't felt any wind after staying here for so long. Maybe this is a tidal pool, which means the air here doesn't circulate.
If unfortunately my guess is correct, then lighting a fire here will undoubtedly consume the surrounding oxygen very quickly, and suffocating yourself to death would be worse than dying of thirst.
I thought back to my experience in the pool. The mysterious black shadow stirred up and a large number of plankton appeared inexplicably.
Plankton can only survive in waters with sufficient oxygen, so there must be living water not far from where you are.
I guess Sartre also came through that road, as to how it was transported here. Judging from the dryness of its body, it is very likely that the water in the pond here has not yet risen at that time, that is, the land.
Thinking of this, my train of thought was interrupted by the fat man's movements. He pushed my arm, pointed at his increasingly dry lips and said, "Brother, these two flaps of my flesh are turning into sand. I should speak less." Chopping more firewood, the third child is still outside, let’s boil some water to top it, you also said that dehydration will only make you die faster.”
The fat man did what he said, and the closest thing to him was Sartre's coffin board. The coffin board that had lasted for thousands of years had long been strong on the outside and hard on the inside.
After several steps, the coffin board was broken into several large pieces. The wood inside has shrunk to the extreme and is as brittle as straw after exposure.
The fat man picked up two pieces and put them under his arm. He was about to say something to me, but suddenly he turned his head sharply.
I also became nervous, thinking something was going to happen, so I picked up a broken coffin and held it in front of me.
But after waiting for a few seconds and nothing happened, I asked the fat man, "What's wrong with you?"
I could see the fat man swallowing his saliva before looking back at me. His face was a little pale and he was sweating a lot.
"Old Cao, I know people are scary, scary to death. I don't want to scare you, but I really feel like something is staring at me!"
The fat man said that one year he visited his grandma's grave, and when he was kowtowing, he was fascinated by the ashes of burning paper, and he immediately took the two of them with him.
The couple was brought home by him, and he said that when he was sleeping, he felt his grandma watching him by the bedside.
As soon as he entered the Hanging Soul Cellar, he felt this familiar feeling, but now he was stared at by a more sinister look, which made him feel cold all over.
The fat man licked his lips again, looked around, and then asked me in a low voice: "Don't you have one?"
The implication of the fat man is that the Yang Qi in our bodies has become very weak after several struggles, and then we were targeted by the things in the Soul Cellar.
This kind of thing became colder and colder the more I talked about it, I didn't dare to continue discussing it with him.
The fat man cleared his throat and immediately suggested that he should go out with the wood in his arms. This place was really evil, and if he was possessed, he would be in big trouble.
The fat man pushed me while talking, with great force, which made me stunned.
For some reason, I suddenly remembered the strange dream I had before, the fat man holding a pear, but his face suddenly became extremely ferocious!
I was about to grab the fat man's arm and push me, when suddenly there was a sound of the coffin cracking and shattering behind me, as if some powerful horn tore the whole coffin apart and jumped out.
The fat man and I turned around at the same time, and the scene before our eyes was truly horrifying that we were enemies on a narrow road!
It was the headless rice dumpling that stood up from a coffin.
Fatty usually shoots his gun very quickly, but at this time, whether because of being frightened or for some other reason, none of the bullets in the magazine were fired.
After the headless rice dumpling stood up and stretched out its arms, it immediately rushed in our direction. Several coffins along the way bumped into its running legs, and it was like an egg hitting a stone, breaking into pieces at the first touch.
too fast! It's so fast! There is no way to escape in this cramped environment.
I felt as if I was being hit by a train. I felt that all my internal organs had changed positions. I couldn't even scream in pain. I could only make a strangled whimpering sound with my facial features squeezed together.
However, what I didn't expect was that the headless rice dumpling didn't take any killing moves, and even rushed towards the exit of the Xuanhun Cellar without any pause.
At this time, the fat man took aim again, but it was too late. The muzzle of the gun was trembling, and he took aim for a long time.
However, I didn't even have a second to rejoice. I screamed, "Oh no!"
There is a wounded person outside!
Unfortunately, the head of this headless rice dumpling was screwed off by Long Wu. This is because the enemy is extremely jealous when they meet!
